689: The Meaning of the Password

The Meaning of the Password

"I think..." Just as the two siblings were glaring at each other, Zuo Weiyi suddenly said, "Nuannuan is quite right."0

Shi Yuting turned towards her calm little face and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Why don't you give me all your bank cards from today onwards? Of course, you don't have to tell me the password," she said though for some reason lacked confidence.

Actually, she was already Mrs. Shi now, so it was only natural for her to care about his money, right?

Shi Yuting walked over and stared at her slightly guilty face. "Are you afraid that I'll act recklessly outside?"

After hearing what he said, did she really care about how he spent his money?

Was there some truth in it?

She was silent and didn't answer him directly.

But in his eyes, it was a tacit agreement.

He felt happy.

He placed the entire wallet on her palm and stared at her pitch-black pupils. "The password is 150719. All the cards are the same. There are a few more cards. I'll put them in your dresser drawer tonight."

After saying that, he picked up the maternity outfit that she had seen just now and said to the salesperson, "We'll be taking this."

Zuo Weiyi stood rooted to the ground, staring blankly at the brown leather wallet in her hand. It took her quite a while to regain her senses.

He came to her and took out a card from the leather wallet in her hand. His deep voice was extremely magnetic. "The bill."

After swiping the card, he put it back into the leather wallet in her hand.

Shi Nuannuan was also shocked by this scene.

Had her cold, noble, and arrogant brother been purified by her sister-in-law?

After leaving the maternity store, Zuo Weiyi couldn't help but be curious about the password of these cards.

150719 was neither her or his birthday, nor was it Nuannuan's.

Could it be his grandfather's or mother's?

No, the first 15 didn't seem to be a birthday number. Then what was it?

"About the card's password, does it have any special meaning?" She asked as she walked and looked at him.

"Yes." He responded softly though his mind did not seem focused.

It was almost time.

"What's the meaning of it?" Curiosity killed the cat. She could not help but want to know.

He suddenly stopped and turned to look at her. "Are you sure you want me to say it here?"

She paused and looked confused.

It was just the meaning of the card's password. Could it be something shameful? Why couldn't he say it here?

She looked at him with a puzzled face.

"Well, there shouldn't anything shameful about it..." She wasn't very sure. After all, the logic of the man in front of her was sometimes different from that of ordinary people.

But if the password was a date, there shouldn't be anything shameful about it, right?

"Is it a date worth commemorating?"

"Yes." He nodded.

As expected.

She smiled. Since it was a date worth commemorating, there was nothing shameful about it.

"Then what date is it?" She asked curiously.

Actually, what she was more concerned about was why the password on the card was neither her nor his birthday, nor was it their wedding anniversary.

He stared at her and confirmed once again, "Are you sure you want me to say it here?"

She didn't think much of it and nodded. "Yes!"

He was silent for three seconds before saying a few words, "The day we had sex for the first time."

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