Senior sister and junior sister are a couple? I’ll break them up for you!

"Senior brother?"

An Qin pulled Jiang Ming's sleeve, feeling a little confused.

"What's wrong, junior sister?"

"Are you okay?"

Hearing this, Jiang Ming shook his head:

"Me? What could happen to me?"

But you, I'm not sure if you'll be alright later...

"Junior sister, do you often come here to donate?"

"I come occasionally, but in the past I would never come in. I would just knock on the door, put the silver at the door, and then leave after someone took it in."

After a pause, An Qin continued:

"This is my last time here, so I wanted to come in and take a look."

At this time, the old lady who had just left came back and came over with a small box.

There was a piece of red paper pasted on the outside of the box, with two large golden characters written on it - Merit.

The old lady stopped in front of the two of them, raised the box, and said with a kind smile:

"Two kind-hearted people, if you want to donate, please put the money in this donation box."

"I, an old lady, will spend every penny of the charity money on these poor children."

"I also hope that the two kind people will leave their names. I will bring my children to pray for them every day and wish them peace and safety."

The old lady spoke very seriously. After she finished speaking, she turned her head and looked at the children who were playing, her face full of kindness:

"Children, come and meet these two kind people. It is because of them that you can grow up healthy."

"Here comes grandma!"

The children put down their toys neatly and gathered around the two to offer their blessings.

"I wish the big brothers and big sisters peace and safety, and everything goes smoothly!"

"I wish you two great fortune!"

"I wish you a happy marriage and a baby soon, big brother and big sister!"

"I wish my brother and sister a long and happy life together..."

Jiang Ming felt a little guilty when he heard this.

He raised his head and looked at Yuanfang, fearing that his senior sister's golden elixir sword energy would span thousands of miles and chop him down.

After all, he did have the idea of teasing his junior sister.

An Qin, who was beside him, was also at a loss when he heard this, and hurriedly explained:

"No, we are not husband and wife..."

It looked like he was afraid of being heard by Sister Ruoqi who was far away.

Originally, the two of them had no relationship, but it really looked like they were having an affair behind Yan Ruoqi's back.

However, the children seemed not to understand Anqin's words and did not quiet down. They continued to chatter and offer their blessings.

At this moment, the old lady seemed to see An Qin's troubles and spoke gently:

"Okay kids, go play. Grandma wants to chat with these two kind people."

As soon as the old lady finished speaking, the children dispersed and everyone ran back to where they were just now and continued playing.

Looks like he's actually well-trained?

This combination of punches is to accumulate merit, pray for you, and bless the children...

Maybe if the donor is in a good mood, he will donate more.

The old lady also handed the donation box forward at the right time and said soothingly:

"Even if it's just a few cents, it's a good deed. Don't push yourself too hard. We will still pray for you."

As she spoke, Jiang Ming noticed that the old lady's cloudy eyes quickly and stealthily swept over the package of silver in An Qin's hand.

Ah……

Upon hearing this, An Qin also picked up the package in her hand. The sound of the silver coins inside seemed to make the old lady's eyes brighter.

The donation box was also moved forward appropriately.

The package was lifted high above the box, and An Qin was about to let go.

Suddenly, a slender hand gently placed on An Qin's delicate little hand.

An Qin was stunned, but for some reason, as if he understood what she meant, he withdrew his hand and did not put the package into the box.

Brother, you wouldn't be trying to take advantage of me on a whim, right? There must be another reason.

Thinking of my brother's face, which had just put away his smile...

"What's wrong, you two? Do you have any concerns? Don't worry, these donations will definitely be used for the children. Look at them, they are so happy!"

Seeing this, the old lady suddenly became anxious.

But she didn't show it.

Instead, he said it with some confusion.

Then, as if to express understanding, he said:

"Of course, the orphanage advocates providing assistance according to one's ability. If you two feel it's difficult, you might as well use this donation for your own benefit."

An Qin did not move or reply because of the old lady's words, but looked at his senior brother, Jiang Ming.

Junior sister, junior sister.

Jiang Ming directly awarded his junior sister the certificate of being a good teammate in his heart.

Maybe Junior Sister doesn’t know anything at the moment, but she knows how to trust Jiang Ming.

Since she said she believed in Jiang Ming last night, she believed him without a doubt today.

Where can I find such good teammates?

Jiang Ming also spoke at this time:

"Lao Deng..."

Wrong, Lao Deng refers to a male.

Jiang Ming changed his words and asked:

"Excuse me, my dear mother, how long has your orphanage been open?"

The old lady didn't know what "laomudeng" meant, but the man in front of her, whose face she couldn't see clearly, had an elegant voice and knew how to use honorifics, which made him quite polite.

I think this "laomudeng" should be a dialect from somewhere used to show respect to the elderly.

Thinking of this, the old lady also replied politely:

"You don't have to be so polite. This orphanage has been open for more than 23 years."

"It's been so long? It seems you, my dear mother, have collected quite a bit of charity money!"

"We have to thank the kind people in Jinguan City. It's them who have helped the homeless children grow up happily."

The old lady did not take any credit for herself and had a broad mind.

"Well, old lady, may I ask, are these the only children that have been in the orphanage for over twenty years?"

Jiang Ming pointed at the children playing nearby.

An Qin took the package, took a step back, and looked at his senior brother quietly.

The old lady seemed to have been prepared and answered calmly:

"Of course not. Some of the children have already left the workhouse and are now able to support themselves."

"In addition, I will also look for families who are willing to take in children and send some of them to them."

"Some of these children you see already have families willing to take them in, but they haven't come to take them away yet."

"In the future, I will take in more homeless children and give them a complete childhood."

The old lady's smile was so kind that there was almost a golden glow behind her.

Lian Anqin couldn't help but nodded, but she still didn't say anything.

"Is the family that took them in in Jinguan City?"

"No, but some families in big cities outside."

"My dear mother, you have a wide network of contacts. You even know people in big cities?"

For some reason, the old lady always felt that the word "laomu deng" was not very pleasant to the ear.

Which dialect calls the elderly like this?

"That's natural, because when I was young I lived in a big city outside. Later I came here to settle down and set up the orphanage."

"So you must have made a lot of money, didn't you?"

Jiang Ming asked with a smile.

"Make money?"

The old lady frowned:

"Everything I do is for these poor homeless children. All the donations go to them. How can I say I'm making money?"

"Oh, is it so?"

Jiang Ming remained silent, sneered, and pointed at the house behind the old lady:

"Then may I ask, sir, what is hidden in the basement of the house behind you?"

Jiang Ming looked up at the house.

Inside the house, black mist was constantly emitting from the floor like a spring, swirling around the house.

The darkness filled the originally small house completely, leaving no space at all.

A feeling of heaviness came over me like a tidal wave.

Unfortunately, other people can’t see these things.

But Jiang Ming can.

Because these black mists are all emotions.

A feeling called despair——

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