Wedding Gift

She came out of the bathroom with a body full of steam and the faint fragrance of rose essential oil.

Lu Wanggui was sitting on the sofa reading a book. His studiousness was admirable. Xiang Xiaoyuan began to reflect. Sure enough, it made sense for rich people to be rich. If she worked as hard as Lu Wanggui, she would have joined the circle of rich women long ago.

His nose was filled with a strong rose fragrance. Lu Wanggui raised his head and his voice sounded a little hoarse in the middle of the night. "Did the housekeeper give the bank card to you?"

Xiang Xiaoyuan was puzzled. "What bank card?"

"I told you on the wedding day that the gift money given by the guests will be collected in a card and given to you by the butler."

Xiang Xiaoyuan was stunned. She knew that the guests would give some money at the wedding, but the housekeeper had never mentioned this to her.

Lu Wanggui: "Did you forget again?"