Unorthodox methods, cultivating immortality relies on rich women

The person who entered the welfare home was Zhao Xuliang, Shen Qingzhou's "employee".

"What are you doing here? Have you been following me?" Shen Qingzhou frowned slightly.

Zhao Xuliang was shocked to see this and quickly explained, "No, no, I came with my daughter."

He had personally witnessed Shen Qingzhou swallow a ferocious-looking ghost whole, then reveal a look of blissful satisfaction, a memory he still vividly remembered.

"Your daughter, how did she find this place?" Shen Qingzhou asked, somewhat surprised.

"It's a transfer. The money transferred from the welfare home to her account will have an invoice," Zhao Xuliang said with a wry smile.

Shen Qingzhou suddenly understood, but asked with some doubt, "What is she doing here?"

"I don't know either."

After all, she's a girl, and Zhao Xuliang can't stay by her side every day.

"Is anyone home?" came the voice from outside the courtyard again.

This time, the children in the courtyard didn't go to call him; instead, they all looked at Shen Qingzhou, because with him there, they felt reassured.

"Let her come in and ask her first." Shen Qingzhou got up and went to open the courtyard gate.

The gate wasn't actually locked; it was just bolted from the inside.

Shen Qingzhou opened the door and saw a girl wearing round, thin-rimmed glasses crouching down, peeking through the crack in the door.

The door suddenly opened, and the little girl quickly straightened up, somewhat embarrassed, and greeted, "Hello, is this the Giraffe Welfare Home?"

She asked that question because there was no sign outside the courtyard.

When Shen Qingzhou saw the girl's face clearly, he was slightly taken aback and felt a bit amazed.

She looked remarkably like the campus belle from Nanjing University of Aeronautics and Astronautics, pure and innocent, with clear and bright eyes, two long ponytails, and simple clothes, yet full of youthful vigor.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. After all, Zhao Xuliang was rich back then, so how could the women he dated be bad-looking? Therefore, the girl in front of him must have inherited her looks from her mother.

No wonder Zhao Xuliang couldn't bear it after his mother ran away and jumped off a building to his death. Anyone would be heartbroken to have such a beautiful wife dumped.

Of course, this was just Shen Qingzhou's inner musing. The biggest reason Zhao Xuliang jumped off the building was because of debt problems; he couldn't see any hope at all.

"This is the Giraffe Welfare Home. May I ask what brings you here?" Shen Qingzhou asked.

"Is the dean here? I need to talk to him about something," the girl said.

"That's me," Shen Qingzhou said.

"Huh?" The little girl's eyes widened upon hearing this, as if she found it unbelievable.

"Come in and we'll talk," Shen Qingzhou said, ushering her into the courtyard.

The little girl entered the courtyard and curiously looked around at the children. Seeing that almost all of them had disabilities, she felt a pang of anxiety. When she heard the large iron gate behind her slam shut, she felt even more flustered.

"What's your name?" Just then, Shen Qingzhou asked from behind her.

The little girl immediately perked up and said somewhat flusteredly, "My name is Zhao Haitang."

Upon hearing this, Shen Qingzhou glanced at Zhao Xuliang, who was standing to the side with a forced smile, and wondered what was wrong with his daughter, why she was so easily startled.

Shen Qingzhou sat down directly on the low stool under the sycamore tree.

These low stools were brought over by the children to rest on. Apart from being a bit short, they are particularly sturdy, because the ones that weren't sturdy would have crumbled into dust long ago.

"Sit down and talk," Shen Qingzhou said, pointing to a stool next to him.

"Okay, okay..." Zhao Haitang gripped the bag strap and sat down opposite Shen Qingzhou somewhat nervously.

Just then, Daidai suddenly picked up a small stool, sat down next to Shen Qingzhou, and rested her little face on his lap.

Shen Qingzhou gently stroked her hair, and the little one comfortably closed her eyes, as if she had fallen asleep.

Upon seeing this scene, Zhao Haitang's previously flustered heart suddenly calmed down.

She noticed that the little girl's mouth was covered in cookie crumbs, which had all gotten onto the other person's trouser leg, but the other person hadn't said anything. She figured the girl must be a gentle person.

And he's very handsome; he doesn't look like a bad person at all.

Zhao Haitang breathed a sigh of relief before speaking, "Dean, do you know someone named Zhao Xuliang?"

Shen Qingzhou was somewhat surprised upon hearing this, and her gaze shifted to Zhao Xuliang standing beside her. Zhao Xuliang was also somewhat astonished.

"I knew him, but he passed away a long time ago. Why are you suddenly asking about him?"

Shen Qingzhou did not deny it, after all, Zhao Haitang had inquired all the way here, probably guessing that the orphanage was related to his father.

"He is my father. I would like to ask if he donated a lot of money to the welfare home when he was alive?" Zhao Haitang asked with a hint of anticipation.

Seemingly afraid that Shen Qingzhou would misunderstand, she quickly explained, "I didn't come here to ask for money. It's just that your orphanage has been sending me money frequently these past few years. Is it because of my father?"

"Why do you think that?" Shen Qingzhou asked, somewhat surprised.

"Because every time I send money, the remarks say... 'Daddy's love,' so I think it must be because of my dad that you send me money, right?" Zhao Haitang said, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"Uh..." Shen Qingzhou was speechless for a moment.

Because it was just a joke he made back then, who knew that the accountant would use the template every time he made a remittance, which led to this misunderstanding.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xuliang suddenly realized what was going on. He glanced at Shen Qingzhou with some dissatisfaction, his meaning clear: If you're going to transfer money, just transfer it. Why make such a fuss?

Shen Qingzhou got angry at his look. Did I say something wrong?

Even if he dies, he'll still work to support his daughter. Isn't that a father's love?

"Yes, your father donated one million to our welfare home before he passed away, so after hearing about your situation, the welfare home decided to provide you with some living support," Shen Qingzhou said.

Standing next to his daughter, Zhao Xuliang looked at Shen Qingzhou in surprise upon hearing this. He had never expected Shen Qingzhou to say such a thing, which greatly boosted his reputation in front of his daughter.

He committed suicide due to debt, although these debts were later wiped out through bankruptcy liquidation.

However, this left his daughter with a very bad impression, and she harbored a lot of resentment towards him.

Just as he had expected, Zhao Haitang's eyes lit up with joy upon hearing the news. Her grip on the bag strap tightened and loosened repeatedly as she said excitedly, "I never knew my father had done such a good deed."

"Haha, he really is a very nice person."

Shen Qingzhou didn't hesitate to praise someone who owed him a million.

However, Zhao Xuliang, who was standing next to him, was a little flustered. Based on his understanding of Shen Qingzhou, he felt that something was not right.

Is he trying to seduce my daughter because she's pretty?

Upon realizing this, Zhao Xuliang was greatly alarmed.

"Thank you for taking care of me over the years, Dean. However, I have already applied for a student loan and I also have a scholarship. You don't need to support me anymore. I'll save the money for my younger brothers and sisters."

Zhao Haitang glanced at the children who were casting curious glances at her, then stood up and bowed deeply to Shen Qingzhou.

"This is really surprising."

Shen Qingzhou praised her, saying that this girl was not only beautiful, but also had impeccable character.

Zhao Xuliang stood to the side, his face beaming with joy.

"What?" Zhao Haitang didn't hear clearly and looked up in confusion.

"It's nothing," Shen Qingzhou waved his hand and said, "You don't need to thank me. If you want to thank someone, thank your father. You have a good father."

"Yes, he is indeed a very good person," Zhao Haitang said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xuliang rubbed his hands together, a rare hint of shyness appearing on his face.

"Then I won't bother you any longer," Zhao Haitang said.

"Okay, take care then." Shen Qingzhou picked up Daidai, who was lying on his lap, and escorted her to the door.

Watching his daughter's cheerful departing figure, Zhao Xuliang said gratefully, "Boss, thank you. Thank you for changing my image in my daughter's eyes."

"You're welcome. Remember to pay back that million." Shen Qingzhou said casually.

"Wait, something's not right..." Zhao Xuliang finally realized.

"Your daughter is so beautiful and has such a great character. I forgot to ask her age and what year she's in college..."

"Boss, I'll work for you for free in exchange for that one million," Zhao Xuliang said earnestly.

"Isn't that too difficult?"

"No problem..."