Qiao Mianmian went quiet.
What a bold statement.
Her husband was truly wealthy.
"Also…" The chauffeur took a Black Card out of his bag and handed it to her. "Young Master wanted me to hand this to you. It's Young Master's subsidiary card, you can use it however you like."
"For me?" Qiao Mianmian looked at the card for a moment, still reeling from the surprise. "It's alright, I don't need it."
She never had the habit of spending a man's money.
This man was her husband in name.
But Qiao Mianmian wasn't able to truly see and treat him as her husband.
"Young Madam, Young Master will punish me if I don't carry out his instructions properly." The chauffeur pleaded with her. "If Young Madam doesn't accept this card, I can't answer to Young Master."
Seeing how bothered he was by it, Qiao Mianmian accepted it after some hesitation.
But she didn't intend to use it.
