Unlimited Black Cards! A Mysterious and Wealthy Young Lady!

Jiang Wenxi stood in front of the full-length mirror in the dressing room, wearing a moon-white cheongsam.

The cheongsam was made of top-quality silk, embroidered with pine branch patterns, with fine stitches. A circle of silver thread rolled around the neckline, which shimmered faintly in the light, making her neck appear slender and her figure even more graceful.

Wearing a mink shawl over the shoulders, the soft fur collar not only wards off the chill of early winter but also adds a touch of gentle elegance.

She wore light makeup, her long hair was tied in a low bun, and she wore a white jade hairpin, making her look elegant and noble.

"Miss, everything is ready." Uncle Jiang stood at the door, waiting respectfully.

Jiang Wenxi nodded and headed to Villa No. 3 with the butler.

Although it's the same villa area, Tan Palace covers a vast area, with the villas spaced far apart, requiring a car to visit each other. Jiang Wenxi is new to the area and hasn't bought a car yet; she's currently using a Rolls-Royce Silver Ghost.

The car's lines are smooth and elegant, and the paint gleams with a warm silver sheen in the sunlight, exuding a luxurious feel that comes with age. This is a rare find she stumbled upon in the system's online store the other day—the description page states that it is a pinnacle of early automotive industry, a veritable "holy grail" in the world of collectibles, with very few remaining globally, a symbol of family heritage that even billionaires would find hard to come by.

Such a priceless treasure could be redeemed for just 88 points. She didn't hesitate to buy it.

As the car slowly drove out of the gate of Villa No. 1, Jiang Wenxi leaned back in the soft seat, looking at the scenery rushing past the window, a hint of anticipation flashing in her eyes.

The Fu family's birthday banquet should attract many of Shanghai's celebrities.

This banquet might be her first step in integrating into this circle.

The convoy slowly drove to the entrance of Villa No. 3. Jiang Wenxi looked up and saw that the parking lot in front of the villa was already full of all kinds of luxury cars.

The Bentleys with their sharp lines, the Maybachs exuding an aura of power, and the Ferraris with their luxurious elegance—one after another, lined up in a row. Just by looking at these car logos, you can tell that the people attending the banquet today are all prominent figures in Shanghai.

But when the Rolls-Royce Silver Ghost slowly drove into view, it instantly overshadowed all the other vehicles in the area.

The retro and smooth body lines are like a meticulously crafted work of art. The paint shines with a warm silver light under the early winter sun. Without any superfluous decorations, it has an aura of noble elegance that has been accumulated over a century.

This is not one of those new Rolls-Royces you see everywhere on the market, but a true timeless classic.

Many knowledgeable guests present widened their eyes instantly, stopped to watch, and couldn't help but whisper among themselves.

"My God! Isn't that the legendary Rolls-Royce Silver Ghost? There are only a handful left in the world, and I can't believe I'm seeing one here!"

"This car is incredibly rare and expensive; even billionaires might not be able to buy one. Just who is the person inside?"

"Could she be the daughter of some reclusive family? Otherwise, how could she possibly bring out such a high-level collectible as a personal vehicle!"

murmurs rose and fell, and everyone's eyes were glued to the silver ghost car, becoming increasingly curious about its owner.

Just then, the car door was slowly pushed open.

"Miss, we've arrived." Uncle Jiang's voice was calm and measured. He was dressed in a sharp black suit and got out of the passenger seat first, his movements swift and dignified.

He then quickly walked around to the back seat, firmly protecting the roof with one hand to prevent Jiang Wenxi from hitting her head, while slowly opening the car door with the other.

Instantly, the murmurs in the room ceased, and all eyes turned to the car door.

A calf wrapped in a moon-white cheongsam was the first to emerge, its lines graceful and smooth, its skin as white as jade.

She wore a pair of silver-pink stilettos, each adorned with a small, round pearl that swayed gently with her movements, shimmering with iridescent light.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Wenxi bent down and stepped forward. The soft mink shawl slipped down her shoulders slightly, revealing the exquisite figure outlined by the cheongsam, her waist slender and her posture graceful.

She slowly and deliberately gathered her shawl, her fingertips white and her movements exuding a natural languor.

Her black hair was loosely tied into a low bun, adorned only with a translucent mutton-fat jade hairpin. Without any extra pearls or jade ornaments, it appeared even more elegant.

She glanced at the crowd, her expression calm and composed, her eyes clear yet somewhat aloof. Though she was merely standing there, she exuded an air of noble composure, as if she were born to occupy a high position.

The air instantly became quieter, and even the sound of the wind could be clearly heard.

Everyone was stunned—it turns out there really are people who can wear a cheongsam with such unparalleled elegance.

"Whose daughter is this? I've never seen her before!"

In the crowd, someone lowered their voice and looked at Jiang Wenxi with a questioning gaze.

The elite circles in Shanghai are only so big. They know almost every young lady from a well-known family, but the one in front of them has a completely unfamiliar face.

"He looks young, but he has quite the presence." Someone nearby chimed in, their gaze falling on the Rolls-Royce Silver Ghost, a hint of envy flashing in their eyes.

"Anyone who can afford a legendary luxury car like the Silver Ghost must have an extraordinary background; she might be the young lady of some reclusive family."

The whispers drifted into her ears, but Jiang Wenxi seemed not to hear them, her steps unwavering. She nodded slightly, giving a faint nod to the several eager guests, a distant smile playing on her lips—neither arrogant nor overly enthusiastic.

Jiang Kun followed half a step behind her, dressed in a sharp suit, his posture upright like a pine tree, his eyes sharp and steady, exuding the aura of someone who had long held a high position, which invisibly kept out those who wanted to come forward to chat.

Villa No. 3 was already packed with guests, a scene of elegant attire and lively conversation.

When Jiang Wenxi appeared at the door, the noisy hall fell into an eerie silence for a moment.

All eyes were fixed on her—a moon-white cheongsam accentuated her slender figure, a mink shawl made her skin appear even whiter than snow, a jade hairpin held up her dark hair, her eyebrows and eyes were elegant, and her temperament was calm yet sharp.

In addition, the butler behind her was very disciplined in every gesture, clearly having received top-notch training.

Needless to say, her looks and aura alone are enough to make people not dare to underestimate her.

The guests instinctively stopped talking, stepped aside, and made way for each other in the crowd.

No one gave any deliberate instructions or shouted any commands; everyone's actions were carried out with a tacit understanding.

After all, in this circle, having a keen eye is fundamental to survival. A person who can handle Silver Charm and possesses such magnanimity is not someone they can easily associate with.

The Fu family members were already waiting at the door, glancing towards the driveway every now and then, clearly waiting for Jiang Wenxi on purpose.

Before long, seeing her walking slowly towards him, Fu Shan, the eldest son of the Fu family, immediately led the young man beside him to greet her. Fu Shan was dressed in a well-tailored dark bespoke suit, and his every move exuded a courteous and refined air.