After Wang Qiqi changed the password, she put all the documents and so on into the safe. Wang Qiqi couldn't feel secure leaving anything in the house, especially not in the small safe, particularly ensuring they didn't know this place existed, or she truly wouldn't have a moment's peace.

Having settled all these procedures, Wang Qiqi returned to the counter and withdrew the money from her mother's payroll card. This was one of the reasons Wang Qiqi rented a safety deposit box here; that way, even if someone saw her entering the Bank of China today, she would have a plausible excuse.

As for the money on Father Wang's payroll card, Wang Qiqi had no intention of taking it. After all, her mother's card held over ten thousand, almost twenty thousand yuan—more than enough for the entire funeral. As for Father Wang's card, Wang Qiqi had already made plans: to buy a much larger tomb so they wouldn't end up sharing a tiny, four-square-meter grave like in her previous life.

With all these matters concluded, Wang Qiqi headed home with her schoolbag slung over her shoulder. As she passed a brokerage firm, she suddenly remembered that she absolutely had to deposit