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

Human emotions are quite strange. Even if two people believe that their feelings are deep, sometimes they can't stand the slightest interference or disturbance.

Ranmo didn't want the rift between her and Qingsheng (if any) to grow larger like a worm. She had to find a way to mend the relationship between her and her brother Qingsheng.

Ran Mo stayed up half the night, pondering a strategy. After much deliberation, she discovered a hidden loophole. Originally, if she and Qing Sheng had just stayed quiet, the situation would have passed in a while.

And now, thanks to Azan's involvement, the two of them, though never having met, are still bound together. That's right, it was Azan who caused all this trouble. Especially looking at his expression of ecstasy whenever he mentioned Qingsheng, could this guy have fallen in love with Qingsheng too?

Now the situation was about to get complicated. Ran Mo gritted his teeth, wishing he could develop clairvoyant eyes to see what these two were up to. He even wanted to drag them over to him immediately and interrogate them harshly, forcing them to confess and beg for mercy.

But they haven't broken any laws, so the law probably can't do anything to them. So we'll have to employ some military tactics. Hehehe. Look, there's a tactic called "sneaking into Chencang." We might as well add some honey traps and alienation tactics.

Or maybe introduce Xin'er to Azan, who could act as a matchmaker. They were a good match, but there didn't seem to be much chemistry. In that life, they almost became a couple, but in this one, Xin'er had joined their mutual enemy, the Red Hairs.

She has already let it go through their previous communication, but Azan, who had been bullied by Red Hair and even had his mother scolded by Red Hair's mother, absolutely could not accept becoming friends with Xin'er.

Thinking about it, I couldn't help but feel sorry for Xin'er for a while. I couldn't be her boyfriend in this life, and with Azan's attitude, I wondered if there was any boy who could be right for Xin'er.

Hey, I should stop worrying about others and think about my own crush. Be careful not to let anyone kidnap her.

After much thought, she realized it wouldn't be appropriate to go to Qingsheng right now. She couldn't break the rules she'd set. She also didn't want him to look down on her. She longed for the one-month deadline to arrive. But would things change in a month? Would Qingsheng really be cold towards her?

The only way to save the situation is to rely on Azan. While Azan doesn't pose much of a threat, sometimes even a small wave can drown someone. Time and distance are also the most testing and taxing things.

Ranmo has been very kind to Azan these days, being considerate and gentle. He brings him delicious food and teaches him the techniques of writing poetry.

Azan was really busy. He was dizzy from studying poetry and literature, and then Qingsheng called him over to practice martial arts. He felt refreshed, but his back and legs were aching.

Azan hadn't realized he had so much potential. His life had been wasted. If he could really master these skills, he'd have more than enough time to find a decent job in the city. Maybe he could even pass the imperial examination and bring honor to his family.

Come to think of it, he was studying very seriously. He refused to give up anything. Besides the appeal of both literature and martial arts, where else could he find such good teachers as Qingsheng and Ranmo?

The two seemed to have noticed something about each other's abilities. They taught even harder, secretly competing with each other, as if competing. They also took turns trying to persuade Azan, hoping to win him over to their side.

Of course, we can't let this guy just sit there doing nothing. Ran Mo decided to have a heart-to-heart talk with Azan.

She preemptively asked Azan, "Who do you think teaches better, me or Qingsheng?"

Achan didn't know how to respond, so he just said that the difference between civil and martial arts was hard to compare. Both teachers were excellent.

Ran Mo asked again, "Do you think I'm good to you?" Azan nodded quickly. He knew the answer to this question, so it was an easy one.

Ran Mo wanted to say, "Then go scold Qing Sheng for me." But he didn't dare to speak. Instead, he said, "Then let's play together from now on and ignore him, okay?" He acted with a pitiful attitude.

Azan looked at her blankly and said, "Aren't we always playing together? And why are you talking and acting like a child? We're all grown up now, we can't be childish anymore."

Ran Mo's face darkened. How could this have caused him to lecture him? He said with a hint of irritation, "But I think you two are very close."

Azan smiled and said, "We just met by chance. I want to be very close to him. Oh, I mean, no matter how close we are to him, it won't be as good as being together since we were young."

Ran Mo thought, is this how you use the phrase "a chance encounter"? You still remember our childhood together, and you even tried to snatch things from me. Then he thought back to sharing the oil cakes we'd shared as kids, and the pact we'd made to share them. For a moment, he felt a bit dazed.

Azan waved his hand in front of her eyes. Ran Mo came back to her senses, gritted her teeth and used her trump card. She inadvertently revealed a corner of her shoulder and winked at Azan.

Azan suddenly became interested and rushed over to play with Ranmo. He also shouted that if Ranmo was a woman, he would definitely not bother with Qingsheng anymore.

Ran Mo smiled triumphantly. He quickly decided to withdraw while he was ahead. He then inquired about what benefits Qing Sheng had given him.

Achan casually recounted all the kindness Qingsheng had shown him. Not only did he rigorously teach him martial arts, but he also cared deeply about his upbringing, often bringing him meat from Wu Shao's house. He was practically gaining weight.

What he remembered most was that Brother Qingsheng had hugged him. Ranmo was so angry that his heart ached when he heard this. He hurriedly asked for details.

Azan realized that he had let the cat out of the bag, so he had to confess that it was not that kind of hug. Instead, during exercise, Qingsheng picked him up and pushed him onto the horizontal bar, and he only hugged him twice.

Azan licked his lips as he spoke, as if he was still unsatisfied.

Ran Mo breathed a sigh of relief, but then a little jealousy welled up in him. He'd thought it was his special privilege. He hadn't expected anyone to be hugged. His affection had been wasted.

Regardless, she now needed to face this dilemma head-on and strive to defeat their front alliance in one fell swoop, bringing these two people back under her command.

What if the two of them really get together and leave her alone like a big snot? What should she do then?

She looked at Azan coldly. She only asked Qingsheng if he had done anything good for him. Azan rolled his eyes and said, "Qingsheng forgot to bring toilet paper when he went to the toilet, so I brought it to him."

Ran Mo covered his face. He asked again: "I have taught you a lot, have you ever given me anything in return?" Azan quickly said: "Why ask? I will treat you to a meal. After you master the martial arts, I can also protect you."

Ran Mo thought, Hmm, that's a perfect answer. He just delivered toilet paper to someone and now he's treating me to a meal. His brain is pretty quick.

Azan looked at her steadily, with a slight ripple in his heart. When Ranmo wasn't paying attention, he kissed her on the cheek.

Ran Mo's heart trembled, and he pretended to be embarrassed and angry and slapped him. Azan didn't dodge, but just smiled foolishly.

Their thoughts flew back to the time when they were childhood sweethearts and called out to their little beauty.

On an evening when the sunset painted the sky red, Ranmo stayed behind to clean the classroom after school, like a hardworking little bee.

She was squatting beside the desk, carefully wiping the legs with a rag when she was suddenly kissed on the cheek by a bad boy next to her.

Before she could even utter a word of disapproval, the guy had vanished from sight. He was, needless to say, Azan. Sometimes he was quiet, sometimes he was playful and active.

He usually likes to wear a yellow-brown striped knitted cap, which makes him look like a little bee and a bit like the Monkey King in the cartoon.

This kid hadn't changed his ways. One day after school, he conspired with Qiutang to corner Ranmo in the classroom and prevent him from leaving. Back then, their relationship was still good. Together, they tried to pin Ranmo down on the bench and tease him. After Ranmo struggled to free himself, he cursed and laughed.

Azan sat on the bench, exposing his bare feet, and lifted them up to "show off" to her, his toes moving.

He smiled strangely and said to her, "Come on, come on! They smell so good!" His feet were chubby and pretty, as plump and rosy as the feet of dolls in New Year pictures.

His actions didn't make anyone feel uncomfortable; at most, they were playful and cute, much better than those subtle, sneaky actions.

Azan was a good kid in the eyes of his teachers. He was never seen bullying anyone. The only time he and Tsuna got into a fight was when they were like red-faced little roosters, raising their arms and pinching each other.

When Ranmo was alone with him, he was particularly happy and relaxed, calling her "little beauty" from time to time. However, he only kissed her that one time, because he would be embarrassed when she grew up.

Now that they were both so old, he was actually repeating his old tricks, which inevitably had some other meanings. For a moment, Ran Mo felt his face flush and his heart beat fast.

Azan's face returned to normal and he continued with the previous topic, saying that the reason he was shuttling between Ranmo and Qingsheng was that he hoped the two could clear up their misunderstandings and play and study happily like before. How wonderful that would be.

Ranmo looked at Azan, understanding his good intentions. He couldn't be so unreasonable as to ask him to stop interacting with Qingsheng. But was he just going to let it go like this?

Wanting to cheer her up, Azan mentioned the poetry gathering. He said he'd asked the teacher, and it was a normal day off, so Qingsheng and the others also wanted to hold it that day. It all depended on Ranmo's opinion.

Ranmo thought, this is a rare opportunity. He nodded and agreed. Azan was so happy that he almost jumped for joy. It was such a wonderful and elegant thing to be able to participate in such a poetry festival with good friends.