Fang Yumei’s card was slapped onto the counter.
The tellers treated her like an honored guest, quickly gathering around with tea and water, serving her attentively.
Fang Yumei was initially following Xi Yuanshan’s instructions to buy pastries from Xinghua Building. Passing by this shop and spotting Gu Qiusha, she couldn’t resist coming in to show off.
You old hag, your husband’s card and person are now mine, why don’t you make way?
The protagonist of a soap opera embodied her; at this moment, she was unbearably smug!
Just as she awaited Gu Qiusha’s disgrace and hurried escape.
Gu Qiusha remained calm, leaning against the counter, not only staying but leisurely brewing herself a cup of tea, blowing on the rising steam, as if watching a play.
Does this woman have a screw loose?
Doesn’t she find it shameful that her husband was stolen by someone?
"Miss Fang, your card... doesn’t seem to work."
"You must be mistaken, try a few more times!"
"Ahem, Miss Fang, the card is now locked, requiring a password to continue..."
The sudden glitch made Fang Yumei internally panic slightly.
But she maintained a facade of composure: "It must be your mistake, this is a credit card, who needs a password for crying out loud, swipe it! If it doesn’t work, call the bank!"
The clerk was in a difficult position.
At this moment, Gu Qiusha chuckled softly: "The password is 823XXX."
Fang Yumei: "What a joke, I told you there’s no password..."
When Xi Yuanshan gave her the card, he didn’t mention any password at all.
When the clerk tentatively input those numbers, a "beep" sounded, and the gold card actually unlocked!
Fang Yumei was utterly embarrassed.
The clerks’ expressions turned peculiar, intuiting that the relationship between these two women wasn’t simple.
Gu Qiusha smiled sarcastically: "I applied for this card, of course I set the password. Moreover, the card has a limit of just ten thousand, and any spending over that requires password authorization."
Fang Yumei’s face turned alternating shades of blue and white!
She stubbornly retorted, "Ha, this card belongs to me now. You, old and withered, have no right to use this card. Clerk, swipe it for me!"
"Beep beep—beep beep—" Another error tone sounded as she attempted to swipe again.
This time the prompt read: Not enough balance left to cover a hundred bucks! Credit authorization limited!
A capital embarrassment once more appeared on Fang Yumei’s face.
Despite this, Gu Qiusha unhurriedly blew on the steaming tea and said, "Oh, sorry, forgot to mention, there’s no money left on this card, and the credit limit is frozen. Even with the password, it can’t be swiped."
The clerks finally comprehended, immediately stepping away from Fang Yumei and gathering around Gu Qiusha:
"Ma’am, the dress you wanted is packed."
"Ma’am, feel free to choose any styles you like at any time, we’ll deliver them to your home."
"Ma’am, don’t be angry. Some women don’t bother with honest livelihoods and prefer to be mistresses of various kinds. You’re not in the same league, don’t sully your eyes..."
Fang Yumei was furious!
These damn clerks, the moment she couldn’t pay, nobody fawned over her and even spoke in such a backhanded way.
About to leave in a huff.
Yet Gu Qiusha calmly replied to the clerks with two sentences: "Sorry, just to correct, I am Ms. Gu now, not anyone’s wife. Those useless men, if some tomcat or dog wants to pick up trash, they can have them."
"Moreover, using a card is so outdated. Beijing’s socialites always just charge it to their accounts, and the butler settles the bill."
The clerks immediately caught on: "Indeed, Ms. Gu, take the clothes with you, just charge it to the account."