Unorthodox methods, cultivating immortality relies on rich women

"Oh, Xiao Zhou, you're here. Are you staying for dinner tonight?"

The person speaking to Shen Qingzhou was an aunt named Yin Honghui. She was a plump, kind-faced woman whom the children at the orphanage liked to call "Auntie Fatty." She was a very kind and gentle person.

As for Aunt Cui and Aunt Zhao, they will be off this week.

"Okay, I'll go back after dinner. By the way, have you seen Accountant Jiang these past few days?" Shen Qingzhou didn't beat around the bush and asked directly.

"Oh~"

Daidai, who was in the yard, spotted him, immediately ran over, hugged his leg, and sat on his feet.

Shen Qingzhou gently lifted her foot up, raising her to the air and then bouncing her around a few times.

"Hia~"

The little one let out her signature laugh, appearing extremely happy.

Aunt Yin glanced down at Dai Dai before saying, "She came by a few days ago."

"Did she say anything?" Shen Qingzhou pressed.

"No, she just told us to take good care of the children," Aunt Yin said after thinking for a moment.

"Didn't she give any special instructions?"

"Special?" Although she didn't understand why Shen Qingzhou asked that, Aunt Yin still said, "Oh, she gave us two months' living expenses."

"Two months?"

The daily expenses for living in the welfare home are usually paid to the caregivers at the beginning of the month when they receive their wages, with any overpayment or underpayment from the previous month being refunded or supplemented accordingly.

It's clearly abnormal that Accountant Jiang is giving the money to the aunties in advance.

Aunt Yin wasn't stupid. Seeing Shen Qingzhou keep asking these questions, she seemed to sense something was wrong, so she frowned and asked, "Has something happened?"

"It's nothing, it's just that Accountant Jiang is getting old and might want to resign," Shen Qingzhou said casually.

"You're not doing it anymore?" Aunt Yin was a little surprised. Why would she suddenly stop doing it when everything was fine? But she didn't think too much about it.

"Yes, last time I talked to Aunt Cui about taking the children on a trip. Have you discussed where to go? Has Accountant Jiang booked you a tour group?"

Shen Qingzhou recalled what she had talked about with Aunt Cui during her last visit to the welfare home.

"We've discussed it and are planning to take the kids to Dali. The scenery there is beautiful, and the climate is pleasant, making it a good place to travel with children. Accountant Jiang said she would register us, but she didn't mention it this time, and I didn't ask..."

"Okay, I understand, Auntie, you can go about your business."

Shen Qingzhou lowered his head and looked at Daidai, who was still clinging to his leg and straddling his feet, making it impossible to see his expression.

"Okay, I'll call you when it's time to eat." She said, turning around and going inside to get busy.

Seeing her leave, Lin Yunong, who hadn't returned to the Soul-Nourishing Tablet, asked worriedly, "Did she run off with the money?"

"Maybe."

Shen Qingzhou looked up at the setting sun in the sky, his voice sounding very faint.

Lin Yunong bit her lip, unsure how to comfort her.

She was heartbroken to lose 200,000 yuan, let alone more than 5 million yuan. He must be very upset right now.

Shen Qingzhou is not just sad, but more disappointed.

There's a feeling of trust being betrayed, of collapse.

Being betrayed by someone you consider a mother figure would be painful for anyone.

But we must get this money back, not just for ourselves, but also for the children in the welfare home.

"Brother Xiaozhou, what's wrong? Are you unhappy?" Song Xueying came up and asked.

The little girl had a keen intuition. When she saw Shen Qingzhou standing in the yard in a daze, she subconsciously kicked her leg to tease him, and she sensed that he was probably not in a good mood.

"It's nothing, just some things happened." Shen Qingzhou rubbed her little head and looked down at Daidai again.

The little guy sat on his shoes, his face pressed against his legs, his arms tightly wrapped around himself, curled up like a little sloth, tiny and very cute.

Shen Qingzhou suddenly raised his leg, reached out and "plucked" her off his leg, and hugged her in his arms.

In her