Chapter 29: Chapter 29: His Signature, Familiar to the Heart
Lu Wanwan recognized the card, not because she knew Gu Annan’s card, but because she recognized the exclusive black card from the Holy Covenant Bank.
The world’s most renowned international bank, the highest-end credit card possible, only obtainable by personal invitation from the bank president and not by application from just anyone. There’s no spending limit; it can even act as an entry token at some famous international galas, where it serves as an implicitly accepted invitation.
Unlike the long string of numbers on ordinary cards, this one had only five.
Most people would think, “Are you kidding me? Can this thing with a five-digit number even handle transactions?”
However, the usual bearers of such a card wouldn’t risk misplacing it by using it at places too low-end, leading to confused stares from the clerks as if they were insane.
Lu Wanwan was well aware of the card’s significance because her mother once had one, too. Yet she had only seen it, never used it herself.
And now Gu Annan’s card was casually tossed into her hands as if it were just a coin.
“There’s no PIN. You can fake my signature,” Gu Annan turned off the car engine as well, “The latest model, any color.”
So she was being sent to help buy a smartphone.
Lu Wanwan nodded, carefully placed the card into her bag, and then got out of the car.
The Gu Family was indeed extraordinary in its generosity—tossing around the Holy Covenant black card so casually.
Once Lu Wanwan entered the store, she naturally relaxed.
Gu Annan wasn’t picky about shopping, and his requirements were simple; she didn’t even need to look twice.
“For the color… rose gold,” Lu Wanwan said with a playful tilt at the corner of her mouth to the salesperson.
He said to choose any color he wanted, so he couldn’t blame her for picking this one.
Thinking about it, a person like Annan would typically loathe going back on his word; having said the color was up to her, he would have to stick to it even if it pained him.
Besides, such a cold character as his needed some balance with a flashy color.
“Alright, miss, please come here to pay,” the clerk said.
A phone for Annan would naturally have the highest specs and, therefore, the highest price, too.
Confronted with a bill exceeding ten thousand, she didn’t even blink as she reached for the card.
The president of Holy Covenant Bank would probably burst into tears if he knew his black card was used to buy a phone.
“Miss, you’ve got the wrong card, haven’t you?”
“It’s alright, just swipe it, there won’t be any problems.”
The frowning cashier, not wishing to waste her breath, decided to swipe the card to prove her point, but to her surprise, it worked!
Lu Wanwan collected the receipt calmly, but hesitated momentarily when it came to signing it.
She had practiced imitating Annan’s signature for over a month.
She wrote it every single day, every moment she could; she even inadvertently wrote ‘Gu Annan’ instead of her own name on her exam papers.
Back then, it became a joke for the whole grade, and one of her failing math tests was even prominently pinned up on the school bulletin board.
But that guy, who was always so aloof towards her, didn’t join in with the laughter for the first time, nor did he criticize her for having the audacity to fail a test and still sign his name.
Instead, he offered a rare compliment: “Out of the whole test, these are the only three words worth looking at.”
She hadn’t written that name in four years, let alone in his handwriting.
How on earth was Annan so confident that she could still forge it perfectly?
“Here you go, miss,” the cashier handed over the now-authenticated receipt and phone with a smile, “We look forward to welcoming you again.”