Qingyun's Love: Tiger Boy Falls in Love with a Pretty Lawyer

Seven ins and seven outs? The man was stunned when he heard this. Ran Mo immediately realized that he had misspoken and quickly corrected himself, "Ah, I mean, the relationship between husband and wife should be improved. If they really can't live together and want to divorce or divorce, it depends on whether the woman has violated the seven precepts of divorce."

The Seven Reasons for Divorce were ancient legal grounds for a husband to divorce his wife. The Dayue Kingdom also had this rule. The first reason was disobedience to one's parents.

After listening to Ran Mo's explanation, the man said, "That's it. I'll go back and write the divorce letter." Ran Mo stopped him and said, "Don't leave so quickly. I haven't finished yet." Then he said calmly, "There are some other conditions that need to be met. Let me ask you, what is your family background?"

The man pondered for a moment and said, "When my wife and I got married, our family was relatively poor, and her family didn't ask for much in the way of gifts. Over the years, we've been running the bean mill, working from dawn to dusk, and we've figured out some tricks, and our financial situation has gradually improved."

Ran Mo snorted and said, "Then I'm afraid you can't write the divorce letter." The man hurriedly asked why. Ran Mo explained, "In addition to the seven grounds for divorce, the marriage law also stipulates three things you can't do: marry someone you don't have a husband for, mourn for three years after remarrying someone, and be rich after being poor. Your situation fits the first ground of poverty and then becoming rich, so you can't divorce her without permission."

Upon hearing this, the man sighed and said, "To be honest, I don't really mean to divorce my wife. She's been with me through thick and thin these years, and I've seen it all. It's just that my mother has a bad temper and always finds something to make trouble for. It's really difficult for me to be caught in the middle."

Ran Mo saw that he was sincere, so he advised: "Men and women have their differences, then there is righteousness between husband and wife, and only when there is righteousness between husband and wife can there be affection between father and son. You two have always loved each other and have progressed together. If there is a dispute between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, you should try more ways to resolve it instead of just thinking of letting it go."

"There's really no good way. When I tried to persuade her, my mother scolded me and my wife scratched me. Look, there are still scars on my temples from her scratching."

"I understand the hardship you're describing. But as the breadwinner of this family, you should show a bit more manliness and determination. If conditions permit, you could build a few more houses, or find one nearby, so you two can live separately for a while. Perhaps after you're separated, you'll avoid conflicts and even miss each other."

The man's eyes flashed, then darkened, and he said, "That's a good idea. But I'm afraid it's not appropriate to just split up and live separately."

"A temporary separation does not mean a long-term separation. If you want to solve the problem, you have to make some sacrifices. Don't be hesitant and timid when doing things. How do you know it won't work before you try? You can slowly discuss it with them in a friendly manner. If everyone can really come up with a solution that will satisfy both parties, wouldn't it be better?" Ran Mo's tone became heavier.

The man finally understood. Ranmo's explanation gave him some new insights and ideas about handling family conflicts. He thanked Ranmo. Just as he was about to leave, Ranmo stopped him and said coldly, "Ten cents. Consultation fee."

The man patted his head. Without hesitation, he took money out of his pocket and handed it to Ranmo. Then he said goodbye and walked away.

Ranmo breathed a sigh of relief. Mission accomplished. Azan had been listening quietly the entire time. Now, with his mouth wide open, he gave Ranmo a thumbs-up, praising her for her exceptional skill. He also felt her clarity of thought and maturity of ideas made him feel like a naive elementary school student.

Ran Mo smiled secretly, "Sister, I am mature, aren't I? You are all my students in front of me." She raised the copper coins in her hand and said that she would treat him to a meal later. It was also hard for him to come here.

Azan's expression was envious. He and Ranmo shared the same sentiments as the man had asked. Due to their similar family situations, they both felt somewhat resistant to such matters as divorce. Ranmo's handling of the situation was legal and reasonable, while also being considerate and considerate of the woman's vulnerability. He was truly admirable.

As the sun rose higher, the two packed up their stools and went to the market to buy some delicious food, chatting and laughing.

After finishing their meal, the two of them wandered the streets again. They saw a few people gathered in front of a small shop nearby. They seemed to be talking about a war. Ranmo's heart sank, and he and Azan went over to listen to their conversation.

A younger man asked a middle-aged man, "Are you serious? Hasn't our two countries fought a war in a long time?"

"That was in the past. Now I heard that the Di Kingdom is invading the border again. I don't know whether they are so poor that they come to steal food, or they have grown stronger in recent years and are deliberately invading." The middle-aged man said with a gloomy look on his face.

A woman sighed and said, "No matter what the reason is, if a war really breaks out, the people will suffer." "Don't say that. The current court still cares about the safety of the people and the country. We just hope to win the war and maintain peace!" said an old man with gray hair and beard.

Ran Mo was nervous. He hadn't expected the news to spread so quickly, and it sounded like the situation had already reached the battlefield. So what was the current situation of Qing Sheng and the others? He was so worried.

Azan, standing nearby, also noticed something strange happening. But since he was still a student, there was no point in getting anxious. He gestured for Ranmo to go back. Ranmo, not wanting to listen to hearsay, followed Azan onward.

Seeing that Ranmo was still depressed, Azan wanted to cheer her up, so he told Ranmo that he had learned a new way to whistle and asked her if she wanted to learn it.

Ran Mo was distracted and looked at him. He said that this whistling method required the assistance of hands and was simple and easy to learn. As long as he taught her, she would be able to learn it quickly.

Ran Mo remembered that he had always wanted to learn how to whistle by blowing the whistle directly with his mouth but had never been able to do so. He decided to take a look at Azan's new method.

Seeing that Ranmo was willing to learn, Achan stretched out his hands, first covering the back of his left hand with the palm of his right hand in a cross position, then he brought his hands together slightly upwards, placed his two thumbs side by side, leaving a slightly small gap at the base of the fingers.

After making this gesture, he put his mouth towards the small hole, pursed his lips and blew air into the hole, and immediately a loud whistle sounded.

Ranmo was curious and followed the instructions to blow the flute. At first, she didn't position her hands properly, so it didn't make any sound. Azan helped her position her palms again and asked her to blow again. This time, it actually made a sound. And it got louder and louder.

Ranmo was quite happy. She had mastered another little trick. She thanked Azan for bringing her happiness. When she saw Qingsheng again, she showed off in front of him.

Seeing Ranmo smile, Azan said to her, "Ranmo, let's go to the library to read books?" This was a good suggestion, but Ranmo was wondering whether to go to the library or continue to the lawyer's stall.

Seeing her hesitation, Azan took her hand and shook it left and right, saying, "You haven't accompanied me to go out to play for a long time. Just accompany me to the library!" Azan's soft voice and accent really made Ranmo feel pity, and she didn't want to refuse a child's small request.

Looking at Azan's handsome face, she even had an illusion. She felt that Azan was like a mirror image of her past and present lives, or perhaps her other side. They had so many similarities, even their fates were similar. This kind of fate was probably unique.

She agreed without giving it much thought, and Azan happily walked with her to the library.

Entering the library, the two of them tacitly headed for the literature and poetry shelves. This was their shared passion. They had often shopped there. Since their budgets were limited, they agreed to take turns buying books and then borrowing from each other. This way, they could save money and see more good books.

Ranmo looked at the bookshelf and found the copy of "Red and White" still there, so he whispered to Azan about the contents of the book and the author. Azan opened his eyes wide and sat on the bench to read the book with great interest.