His parents had transferred a lot of money into that card as a wedding gift. He didn't know the exact amount, but he had transferred five million into it over the past two months. Today, she spent more than ten million at once, so there probably wasn't much left.

"How much did I use today?" she asked curiously. She hadn't asked the prices of those things; she just bought them as soon as she saw them. Liu Xu reminded her several times that they were quite expensive.

Zhou Cheng smiled. "1780."

"Ten thousand?"

"Um."

Qiao Nansheng gasped. What a little rascal! Spending so much all at once. Looking at the remaining twenty million in her balance, Qiao Nansheng fell silent.

After a long while, Zhou Cheng's voice came again: "Nan Sheng, have you made up your mind?"

"No need to transfer, that's enough," Qiao Nansheng said. "How much is my monthly allowance again? Tomorrow is the start of a new month, just transfer my allowance for next month directly."

"good."

The two seemed to have nothing to talk about except money, and after confirming the amount of money to be transferred, they both fell silent.

Having just received the favor, Qiao Nansheng couldn't just hang up the phone. Her eyes darted around, and she feigned concern for his health: "Oh dear, it's so late. You have filming tomorrow, right? I won't bother you anymore. Go to sleep early, don't stay up late, be careful not to harm your health. I'll miss your husband, bye-bye!"

She finished speaking in one breath and hung up the phone without giving Zhou Cheng a chance to reply.

A series of clever maneuvers that were surprisingly stable.

Cool!

Qiao Nansheng let out a breath, looked at the money in her balance and smiled foolishly for a while, then went back into the bathtub to continue soaking.

About five minutes later, Zhou Cheng transferred the money to her—six million—along with a message: [A reward for you.]

She raised an eyebrow. A reward? What had she just said?

Thinking back carefully, it seems not, but from this sentence, we can learn that he has a monthly living allowance of five million. Zhou Cheng is really generous.

Upon learning of her immense wealth before going to sleep, Qiao Nansheng dreamt of counting money, surrounded by mountains of red banknotes, and couldn't stop smiling.

However, just as she took out her "Doraemon pocket" to put all the money in and pack it up to take away, a knock on the door suddenly rang out, waking her up.

—Knock knock knock!

"Madam, Miss Tang has arrived. She's at the entrance of Shui Xie Yun Lan, carrying many things to thank the old master. Should we let her in...?"

Qiao Nansheng's sweet dream was ruined, and she was in a very bad mood. She sat up in bed like a zombie and stormed over to open the door: "What are you doing, calling me out of my wits in the middle of the night? What kind of lousy Miss Tang do you think you are? Don't you know her? Don't you want to see her? Get her out of here!"

"..." Liu Xu, who had been yelled at, shrank her head and weakly said "yes," then turned around and went downstairs to return the call to the security guard who had reported the incident.

Qiao Nansheng went back to bed to continue sleeping, but she couldn't fall asleep. She was so angry that she picked up a pillow and threw it on the ground. Her money! So much money was gone.

Tang Xuerou, Tang Xuerou, Tang Xuerou! This old lady is determined to be your sworn enemy!

Speak of the devil, and he appears. Qiao Nansheng had just cursed the person in her heart when the call came. Looking at the contact name displayed on the phone screen, Qiao Nansheng gritted her teeth and hung up immediately.

Tang Xuerou called her three times in a row, but Qiao Nansheng hung up on her each time. She didn't call again, instead sending a text message: "[Nansheng, what's wrong? I called you but you didn't answer. Liu Xu said the old man is sick and didn't come. Is he seriously ill? Do you know which hospital he's in? I want to go and thank him properly.]"