Unorthodox methods, cultivating immortality relies on rich women

"Is your line of work profitable?"

The two sat facing each other at the table, the copper pot bubbling and steaming, the red oil broth rising and filling the room with a delicious aroma.

The ingredients were brought by Su Xi, and there were also several cans of ice-cold beer next to them, with fine water droplets condensing on the cans.

"good."

Shen Qingzhou picked up her chopsticks, dipped a piece of tripe in the broth, and casually brushed it off.

In fact, when you look closely, this business actually earns quite a bit, otherwise it wouldn't be able to support the food, clothing, and daily necessities of those dozens of children in the welfare home.

"I don't think so."

Su Xi's cool gaze swept over the somewhat simple room. There were some odds and ends piled up in the corner. It wasn't exactly messy, but it was far from exquisite either. Finally, her gaze fell on a traditional Chinese ink painting on the wall.

"If I were making real money, I wouldn't be renting a place like this."

The painting depicts an ordinary scene: a person with a pole, boating on the lake, with distant mountains shrouded in mist and the nearby water flowing gently. Such paintings are readily available on the market and are nothing special.

But just as Su Xi's gaze was fixed on the painting, her body suddenly sank, as if she had missed a step. The surrounding atmosphere was instantly sucked away, and the scene before her eyes spun around her.

When she came to her senses, she was already standing at the bow of the boat.

Beneath her feet flowed a babbling stream, the cool mist seeping up to her ankles. The green mountains on both banks were faintly visible, shrouded in mist. A gentle breeze carried the faint fragrance of grass and trees, ruffling her hair and causing her skirt to flutter.

The world was quiet, save for the soft sound of oars cutting through the water, both strange and surreal.

Just as she was filled with apprehension and looked around blankly, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind her, tinged with surprise: "Huh, how did you get in?"

Su Xi turned around abruptly and saw Shen Qingzhou standing at the stern of the boat, holding a bamboo pole. His green robe seemed to be slightly billowing in the wind, and his eyebrows and eyes looked particularly elegant amidst the mountains and rivers.

Before she could ask what was going on, he frowned and said, "You shouldn't have come here. Go back now."

As soon as she finished speaking, Su Xi felt her feet sink into the ground, and the surrounding green mountains and flowing water suddenly stretched out infinitely, rushing backward at high speed.

"We're eating hot pot, what are you spacing out for?"

Shen Qingzhou's voice pulled her back to reality. The blurry light and shadow around her refocused, and she saw the same bubbling copper pot before her. The steam blurred her vision, and she was still sitting on that wooden chair. The green hills and flowing water she had just seen seemed like a vivid dream.

"what?"

Su Xi gasped softly, the shock still lingering in her heart. She looked up at the painting on the wall again, and it was still an ordinary boating scene, the ink tones just right, but there was no longer any sense of strangeness, as if her intrusion just now was nothing but her imagination.

"What's wrong?"

Shen Qingzhou followed her gaze and glanced back at the painting, her expression indifferent.

"Where did you get this painting?"

Su Xi suppressed her surprise and asked curiously.

"I drew it."

"Did you draw this?"

Su Xi's face was full of astonishment, and she couldn't hide the surprise in her eyes.

"Well, if you like it, I'll give it to you," Shen Qingzhou said casually.

He secretly wondered to himself, he never expected that Su Xi could resonate with this painting. Could it be that he injected too much essence into her body that day?

"Okay, thank you."

Su Xi showed no politeness whatsoever, a smile curving her lips, her usually cold and aloof features softening instantly.

Seeing her accept it so readily, Shen Qingzhou was stunned for a moment.

"What? You can't bear to part with it?"

Su Xi had been watching his expression closely, and upon seeing this, she immediately raised an eyebrow and asked a question, a hint of cunning in her eyes.

"How could that be? I drew it myself, what's there to be reluctant about? But don't regret it later."

"Regret? Why should I regret it?"

Su Xi pressed for details, a growing feeling that there was something strange about the painting, but the stranger it seemed, the more curious she became.

"Because you took my painting, you're mine now."

Shen Qingzhou laughed loudly, tilted his head back and took a sip of beer, his Adam's apple bobbing.

He didn't just say that casually; it really happened. After taking the painting, he hung it in his home and spent a long time with it.

Then she will not only become his shape in body, but also in soul.

"Then you'd better work hard."

Su Xi's voice still carried a touch of natural aloofness. When she spoke these sweet words, there was not a trace of softness in her voice, but rather a hint of a proud young lady.

"You're too poor to support me right now, but if you're willing, I can support you..."

"It's not impossible," Shen Qingzhou raised an eyebrow.

"That's a deal."

Su Xi smiled and held up her hand to indicate a number, "From now on, I'll give you... twenty thousand... no, fifty thousand every month, how about that?"

As she spoke, she couldn't help but chuckle to herself, her eyebrows curving and her body trembling, making her quite a sight to behold.

Shen Qingzhou looked at her smiling, his heart warmed, and he leaned down to kiss her lips through the steaming copper pot.

Su Xi was taken aback at first, her eyelashes trembled slightly, but she did not refuse. Because she had just eaten hot pot, her lips were even more hot and red.

Then she felt her body lighten, as Shen Qingzhou lifted her up across the table.

"Be careful with the hot pot," Su Xi whispered, afraid that she would get burned by the hot pot.

But then she was shocked to find herself lifted into the air by him, her feet off the ground, dangling in mid-air.

Although she wasn't fat, her height meant she wasn't light, yet Shen Qingzhou lifted her up as if it were effortless.

Her hands instinctively rested on his arms, her fingertips touching the smooth, soft muscles without a trace of tension, as if she were not a living person, but a light, floating straw.

This ease reminded her of that night when he held her in his arms for over half an hour, until she finally gave up and begged for mercy before he would put her down.

Thinking about it this way, the surprise in my heart faded, and instead a surge of heat welled up, making my body feel extremely hot.

As for the hot pot that was still bubbling away, who cared at that moment?

Skipping a meal won't kill you.

"Relax first..."

"No, just wear it. I like you wearing it."

"Don't tear it, I need to wear it back tomorrow..."

"Then leave it empty; no one can see it if it's covered up anyway..."

"You beast, couldn't you be a little gentler?"

"But I can feel the honesty in your body..."

"I have to go to work tomorrow and sit all day..."

"That's true, then I'll be gentler..."

……

"You're lying..."

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When Shen Qingzhou woke up, it was already bright daylight, and the sunlight streaming in through the window dispelled all the darkness in the room.

Su Xi had already left early in the morning. As a lawyer, she was an extremely self-disciplined person.

Shen Qingzhou got up from the bed, picked up the clothes that had fallen off, and put them on.

Then I realized my underwear was missing and I had to get a new pair to wear.

Stepping out of the room, I didn't immediately look at the hot pot on the table, but instead looked at the painting on the wall. Sure enough, the painting had been taken away.

"Well, you can't blame me for that."

Shen Qingzhou sighed softly and prepared to tidy up the table, when he noticed a bank card on the corner of the table.

Oh dear, so you've already started living off a woman?

Shen Qingzhou picked it up casually and put it in his pocket. Just then, there was a soft knock on the door.

"Master Shen, are you home?" A gentle voice sounded from outside the door.