Unlimited Black Cards! A Mysterious and Wealthy Young Lady!

Fu Siya, Ma Yun, and Fu Yunzhe exchanged glances and followed her in tacit agreement, quickly entering the private room.

As soon as the door to the private room closed, shutting out the noise from outside, Fu Siya couldn't contain her excitement and patted Jiang Wenxi's arm, saying, "Wow, Wenxi! You're usually so quiet, but you're so ruthless. You took down the Wang family's core business in one fell swoop. This move to establish your authority is absolutely brilliant!"

Jiang Wenxi leaned back on the sofa, picked up the warm water on the table, took a sip, and smiled calmly: "There's no such thing as being ruthless or not. They just attacked my people first, so they reaped what they sowed."

Ma Yun sat down beside him, her expression softening slightly, and asked with a hint of concern, "By the way, those three people, are they still in the hospital? How are they? Are they alright?"

When this matter was mentioned, a faint hint of coldness flashed in Jiang Wenxi's eyes, but she quickly regained her composure and slowly said, "Fortunately, she was sent to the hospital in time and has been saved, but she still needs to rest for a while."

"That's good." Fu Yunzhe frowned, his tone becoming more serious.

"However, I must remind you that the Wang family has been entrenched in Shanghai for so many years, they won't just swallow this insult. Wang Ming may appear to be compromising, but he might be plotting something behind the scenes. You should be careful."

Jiang Wenxi raised her eyes, her gaze full of confidence and composure, and a fearless smile curved her lips: "It's alright, we'll deal with whatever comes our way. I, Jiang Wenxi, have never been afraid of these underhanded tricks."

Since she dared to expose the Wang family's trump card in public, she had already prepared for any subsequent retaliation, whether it was open or covert attacks, she could handle it.

The people in the private room exchanged smiles, each seeing a tacit understanding in the other's eyes.

They knew that after this battle, Jiang Wenxi's position in Shanghai was firmly established, and their bond with Jiang Wenxi would become each other's strongest support.

Outside the window, the night remained deep, and the cruise ship, carrying a full load of noise and undercurrents, continued its slow voyage.

After the banquet ended, many guests began to disembark and say goodbye.

Yang Mingxin and Xiao Chen handed out the prepared gift boxes to everyone one by one. The gift boxes were all black with silver patterns, simple yet exuding understated luxury.

Curious, someone opened it and found that inside was not ordinary jewelry or limited-edition collectibles, but an exquisite white jade porcelain bottle with a small, plain label that read "Hemostatic Pills".

"This...this is a hemostatic pill?" someone exclaimed softly, their voice filled with shock.

Those in the know will immediately recognize that this hemostatic pill is not an ordinary medicine product on the market. It is rumored to be made from a variety of rare medicinal herbs using ancient methods. Its effects of stopping bleeding, healing wounds, relieving pain, and removing blood stasis are miraculous. Even for wounds deep enough to expose bone, taking one pill and then applying a simple bandage can quickly stop the bleeding and accelerate healing. Ordinary wealthy young masters and heirs can hardly afford it, making it a "life-saving medicine".

A guest couldn't help but press Jiang Yan for details. Jiang Yan stepped forward and explained respectfully, "These are hemostatic pills specially prepared for everyone by the young lady. They are made with rare ingredients and have remarkable effects. The young lady said that although there was a minor incident tonight, she hopes everyone will have a smooth journey ahead. If any unexpected situation arises, these pills may come in handy."

These words filled the guests with even greater awe.

After all, no one can guarantee that they will live a good life without bleeding.

The crowd, who had just been shaken by the purge, now felt even more submissive, carefully putting away the gift boxes and repeatedly expressing their gratitude.

Inside the private room, Fu Siya played with the same hemostatic pills that Jiang Wenxi had handed her, and teased with a smile: "You really know how to handle people, giving such expensive pills. You've won people over and subtly established your authority at the same time. You've killed two birds with one stone."

Jiang Wenxi leaned against the window, watching the lights flash across the river, a faint smile playing on her lips: "They're just some worthless trinkets. Giving them away will remind everyone to be mindful of propriety, which saves us a lot of trouble."

She spoke casually, as if those priceless hemostatic pills were just ordinary objects.

Ma Yun nodded in agreement, "You've thought of everything."

Jiang Wenxi didn't reply, but simply raised her hand and gently swirled the wine glass in her hand. Her eyes reflected the shimmering river light, concealing a deep and unfathomable scheming.

The three men, still unconscious in the hospital, could never have imagined that, without their knowledge, a company worth billions had quietly fallen into their hands.

Ma Yun looked at Jiang Wenxi beside him and casually mentioned, "By the way, Wenxi, Qiao Jie came to me for help, asking me to plead for him to pay the original 750 million. But unexpectedly, Attorney Yang recalculated the valuation of 'Brilliant Galaxy' to about 65 million. A 150-fold compensation would be 975 million, plus all the additional fees, bringing the total to exactly 1 billion."

Jiang Wenxi lowered her eyes and twirled her fingertips, her tone so calm that it betrayed no emotion, yet it carried an undeniable resolve: "Yes, I know. I gave him a chance before. If he had honestly fulfilled his obligations, this matter would have been over. But he had to resort to trickery."

"I knew that's what you meant." Ma Yun smiled, his eyes full of understanding.

"I've already rejected him for you. You're the type of person who doesn't act unless absolutely necessary, and once you do, there's no turning back, let alone going so far as to file a lawsuit."

That's true.

Ma Yun knew perfectly well that Jiang Wenxi was ruthless when she took action, and her methods were astonishing—just look at the fates of the Bai and Wang families before her, and Qiao Jie's 1 billion yuan compensation was relatively lenient in comparison.

Jiang Wenxi nodded slightly and responded with only one word: "Mm."

Jiang Wenxi looked at Fu Siya and Jiang Xunye: "By the way, how are your respective companies doing?"

When talking about her career, Fu Siya's eyes lit up instantly, her tone full of excitement and anticipation: "It's great! My outfit videos have been online for a while now. Although I don't have many fans or much traffic yet, it's already showing initial results, and many brands have come to inquire about my services."

"Good, take your time." Jiang Wenxi's tone softened, offering her approval.

Jiang Xunye spoke calmly and slowly: "As you know, my project is still in the core research and development stage. It is progressing smoothly at present, but it needs some time to polish the details."

Ma Yun chimed in, "It's similar on my end; we're still in the planning stage, and we won't see results so quickly."

"Everything is fine, just do it at your own pace," Jiang Wenxi said calmly.

Jiang Xunye suddenly took out several gold-embossed invitations from his pocket and handed them to Jiang Wenxi, his tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible expectation: "By the way, Wenxi, it's my birthday in five days. I specially wrote you an invitation. You must come."

As he spoke, he handed the remaining invitations to Ma Yun and Fu Siya, adding with a smile, "You two are the same, you all have to be there."

"Oh, so it's your birthday in five days." Fu Siya took the invitation, her fingertips tracing the delicate patterns, and asked softly, "Is your family planning a big party, or are you having a small celebration on your own?"

She hit the nail on the head.