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

Azan had been on a roll these past few days, constantly running errands between Ranmo and Qingsheng, relaying messages. In other words, he'd been meeting Qingsheng from time to time to chat.

His efficiency and frequency in delivering messages were so high that it was overwhelming.

The day before yesterday, he told Ranmo that Qingsheng said that the last time you went out, you said you would treat him to ice cream when you came back, but you never kept your promise.

Ranmo thought about it and realized it was true. But it was not easy to buy it for him personally. So he gave Azan two coins and asked him to buy two sticks, one for him and one for the other.

When Azan came back, he described to her with great joy how the two of them had stood on the street happily munching on ice cream. Ranmo seemed to be seeing a silly scene.

Azan then conveyed the message, and Qingsheng said that he was grateful for her good idea, which allowed him to concentrate on practicing martial arts during this period. His martial arts skills improved by leaps and bounds, and it was no problem for him to kill a few stubborn enemies on the battlefield.

Ran Mo thought that this was a positive act. She had made this plan for this very reason.

With the smile still on his lips, Azan whispered to her that Qingsheng also criticized some people for working for a few days and then drying the net for a few days, not being focused and serious about their work, and lacking perseverance and love. This really gave teachers and friends a headache and disappointed them.

What a veiled insinuation! Ran Mo listened to him angrily and told Azan, "Starting tomorrow, I'll also teach you some law. From now on, we can just set up a stool and start our business."

Azan asked Ranmo in surprise if what he said was true. He had already thought about it. If it weren't in class, he would have bowed to Ranmo and said, "I am your disciple."

Azan proudly told her that Qingsheng also gave him a bird. Ranmo was puzzled and asked, why did he give you a bird?

Azan said that the parrots at Wu Shao's house had given birth. Some of the larger birds could be given away. Qingsheng picked one out for him, saying it would be a welcome relief.

Ran Mo looked at him steadily. Why did he feel that this kid had become the biggest beneficiary at the moment?

Azan looked at her and said, "It's just..."

Ranmo asked him what it was. Azan told her that the parrot was quite smart, but it kept repeating Ranmo's name. He didn't know who taught it.

Ranmo slapped her head, not knowing whether to be happy or annoyed. She said to Azan, "You should teach it to call your name more often. Otherwise, it will feel weird if it keeps calling my name in your house." Azan nodded.

Ranmo thought, "I'm done now. Don't worry." Azan hadn't reported the "enemy situation" he'd discovered today.

He looked at Ran Mo and said solemnly, "Qing Sheng asked me to tell you something. He said that he and Young Master Wu are planning to hold a small poetry gathering in a few days. Would you like to join us?"

Seeing that Ran Mo didn't answer, he added: "He looked quite serious when he said this. He looked so cool." As he said this, he clasped his hands in front of his chest, showing an expression of a little fan.

Ranmo looked at him with a hint of disdain and said she hadn't made up her mind yet and would wait and see. Azan then told her that a female author would also be participating and sincerely hoped Ranmo would go.

Azan looked at her eagerly. Ranmo suddenly asked, "You want to go too, right?"

Azan nodded shyly. He simply said that he was too inexperienced to be worthy of such a literary occasion. A hint of sadness crossed his face.

Ran Mo suddenly felt sympathy for him. He said, "Let's see if there are any classes during those days. If so, I'll definitely take you with me. You should also listen carefully and strengthen your study of poetry and prose."

Some people have also been like you, going from being able to read and write to being able to make up a few words."

Azan was overjoyed. He quickly promised to study hard for his lessons and poetry. He also said he would discuss with Qingsheng and try to arrange the poetry recital at a time that would not conflict with schoolwork.

Ran Mo breathed a sigh of relief. It felt like he had just finished another day of questioning and delivering messages.

After school, Ranmo and Azan walked out of the school gate. Azan pulled her towards a road that she rarely walked on.

Ranmo asked him why he didn't take the shortcut. Azan hesitated and said that he was tired of walking that road and wanted to try a new one.

Ran Mo was amused. He thought that some people were tired of walking on the road. So he just let him go.

When they were halfway there, they saw a wall of flowers in front of them. Ranmo suddenly remembered that this was where she and Qingsheng had practiced the duet dance (wu).

Seeing the things reminded me of them. I couldn't help but feel a little sad. In a trance, I seemed to see the scene of the two dancing gracefully in front of the flower wall.

Wait. There's actually someone standing in front of that wall. He looks familiar.

Ran Mo thought he was seeing things, but when he looked closely, he saw his enemy practicing boxing in a very formal manner.

Ran Mo looked at Azan. Azan quickly spread his hands and said, "I'm also in Phuket. How could he be here? Let's go over and take a look."

Ran Mo couldn't persuade him. It didn't matter if he thought about the past. He could just ignore the conversation.

Qingsheng had already seen them. He waved to them. The two came closer. Azan rushed forward and said:

"Brother Qingsheng, didn't you say you would teach me martial arts? I have some free time today, so why don't you teach me a few simple moves?" Qingsheng nodded and said, "I'll teach you some basic moves first."

Azan told Ranmo to sit on the stone bench and wait for him, or to watch them practice. Ranmo didn't bother watching. He thought to himself, "Azan, you're really good. You even asked my brother to come along."

I just glanced at him, and he looks even better than before. I remember when we hadn't seen each other for so long due to a rift, he looked so haggard. But now he's well-fed, healthy, and radiant. What a man!

The sounds of the two practicing drifted into his ears. Ranmo also glanced over there. Azan was learning very seriously. His movements were clumsy at first, but after a few practice sessions, he actually got the hang of it.

Qingsheng and he practiced together in front of the flower wall, looking like two beautiful women. Ranmo was actually a little distracted by the sight. An idea occurred to him.

If they had practiced martial arts together, or even competed, it would have been quite a sight. However, the combination of her and his martial arts was somewhat inconsistent. It seems similarities are better than differences.

Ranmo suddenly felt a little annoyed. He said hello to Azan and said he was leaving first. Azan hurried over and said he was leaving too. Then he said hello to Qingsheng and asked him to walk with them for a while.

Qingsheng didn't refuse. He just followed them, walking at a leisurely pace. He didn't talk much to Azan anymore.

When passing by a toilet, Qingsheng suddenly greeted Azan. Azan asked Ranmo to wait for a moment, and then happily went to the toilet with Qingsheng to relieve himself.

Ran Mo was stunned. This action touched her inner secrets even more than the two of them practicing martial arts just now.

She had once regretted not being able to enter and exit the restroom openly with Qingsheng. But now, Azan had gotten there first.

I said, Azan, don't you always dislike going to the bathroom with others? Why do you lose your composure when you see this guy named Qingsheng? Where are your moral integrity?

As he was sighing, the two of them came out of the toilet, arm in arm, laughing and joking. They didn't even glance at Ran Mo.

Ran Mo was furious. But he didn't know how to vent his anger. In a rage, he also rushed into the toilet and squatted for a long time before coming out.

The two looked at her blankly. Ranmo shook her hair and said to Azan, "I'm going back this way. You should hurry back too." Then she left, not giving them a chance to talk.

Leave those two behind and let them go wherever they want.

Ran Mo returned home, rushed to the bed, and sobbed on the pillow.

It's all her own fault. She caused all of this, even orchestrated it. Now, she can't stand even the smallest details. But she refuses to give in now. It's really hard to deal with.