Unlimited Black Cards! A Mysterious and Wealthy Young Lady!

After saying that, he personally got up and stepped down from the main seat, carefully unrolling the entire scroll.

The four powerful characters "松鹤延年" (meaning "May you live as long as the pine and crane") come into view, accompanied by inscriptions on both sides. The ink is of varying shades and the composition flows smoothly.

The guests present nodded in approval and congratulated Mr. Fu, praising him for receiving such a fine gift of calligraphy.

Amidst the cheers and applause, a sarcastic voice suddenly rang out from the crowd, instantly shattering the harmonious atmosphere:

"Mr. Fu, if I may be so bold, this calligraphy may look beautiful, but it might not be an authentic work, could it?"

The speaker was Zhou Ming, a distant relative of the Fu family. He had always loved to show off his refined tastes. Relying on his family's small fortune, he had collected a few second-rate antiques and always wanted to flaunt them in front of others.

He somehow learned that the painting was a gift from Jiang Wenxi, and seeing that she was so young, he felt he had seized the opportunity, and his tone was full of smug nitpicking.

"Look at the ink's sheen, it's too even, like a modern imitation being artificially aged. Where is the mellow, aged feel of a century-old ink?" Zhou Ming said, shaking his head, glancing at Jiang Wenxi out of the corner of his eye with a hint of provocation.

The moment these words were spoken, the room fell silent. Many guests looked surprised and then began to whisper among themselves.

The smile on Old Master Fu's face faded slightly, but he still held the painting, his brows furrowed as he carefully examined it, seemingly pondering whether the painting was genuine or not.

Jiang Wenxi's expression remained unchanged, still calm and composed. She slowly stepped forward, walked to the painting, and said in a clear and gentle voice with an undeniable certainty: "Sir, your words are a bit too arbitrary."

She raised her hand, her slender fingers pointing to a very hidden spot in the corner of the scroll, where a small vermilion seal was affixed: "Please look, everyone. This seal, 'Yun Gu Cang Zhen,' is the private seal used by that great master of the Qing Dynasty in his later years. Its ink paste is mixed with top-quality cinnabar and pearl powder. Upon close inspection, one can see the subtle pearly luster flowing within the seal characters. Such craftsmanship is extremely difficult for modern imitations to replicate."

The guests crowded around and, sure enough, saw the subtle luster hidden within the small seal, which amazed them.

Jiang Wenxi raised her hand again and pointed to the turning point of the stroke, her tone becoming increasingly certain:

"Furthermore, the dry brushstrokes of this character conceal the 'flying white' technique, a unique brushwork created by that master in his later years. The ink appears even, but in reality, there are subtle variations in the density and dryness of the strokes. It can only be written with his specially made wolf-hair brush, on Xuan paper from southern Anhui, under specific air humidity conditions. It is by no means something that can be easily imitated by simply aging it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Old Master Fu slapped his thigh, all the doubts on his face vanishing, replaced by pure joy: "Well said! Absolutely right! I hadn't even noticed this small seal, and the flying white strokes—the very essence of his later years! Girl, you have a good eye!"

Zhou Ming's face flushed red and then turned pale, as if he had been slapped twice in public. His lips moved several times, but he couldn't utter a single word. His embarrassed appearance made the surrounding guests unable to help but lower their heads and cover their mouths.

The whispers grew louder and louder, and those who had previously joined Zhou Mingxuan in questioning Jiang Wenxi now looked rather embarrassed.

Someone leaned closer to their companion and whispered, "You're still calling her 'little girl'? Open your eyes and look! This is Ms. Jiang Wenxi, the owner of Villa No. 1!"

Upon hearing this, the person next to him gasped, his eyes widening, and he instinctively looked towards Jiang Wenxi.

What kind of place is No. 1 Tan Palace? It's a top-tier luxury residence that the entire elite circle of Shanghai covets. Not to mention its market value of billions, just based on its location and the threshold of its social circle, it's not a place that ordinary wealthy people can step into. I never expected that it would be held in the hands of such a young-looking girl.

In the room, Old Master Fu stroked his gray beard, his gaze towards Jiang Wenxi filled with undisguised admiration. He laughed loudly, "This gift must be from you, right? Not only is it thoughtful, but you also understand calligraphy and painting. How rare!"

The old man's words undoubtedly put an end to this minor controversy. The guests present quickly came to their senses, and their gazes towards Jiang Wenxi were no longer filled with doubt, but rather with admiration and a touch of awe.

All the previous sarcastic remarks disappeared, replaced by waves of agreement and flattery. Even the awkward atmosphere in the air was completely washed away by this lively atmosphere.

"I've only learned a little bit," Jiang Wenxi said with a faint smile, her tone calm and composed, without a trace of arrogance or deliberate modesty.

As soon as she finished speaking, Fu Siya, the daughter of the Fu family, walked over with a smile. She wore a light pink dress that accentuated her fair skin, and her eyes were full of friendliness.

"Miss Jiang is too modest. My grandfather's favorite thing in his life is calligraphy and painting. He must be very happy to receive this gift from you today." She looked Jiang Wenxi up and down, her eyes filled with curiosity.

"By the way, I wonder if Miss Jiang came back to China to study? Judging from your age, you should still be studying?"

"Yes, Magic University," Jiang Wenxi nodded in response.

"Really?" Fu Siya's eyes lit up, her voice full of surprise. "That's such a coincidence! I'm still in school too, I never imagined we'd go to the same school!"

"Really? That's quite a coincidence." Jiang Wenxi had a faint smile on her lips, still maintaining her calm and composed demeanor.

Fu Siya found Jiang Wenxi increasingly pleasing to the eye and couldn't help but lean closer, her tone filled with anticipation: "Speaking of which, it seems the freshmen dorm assignments are coming up soon. I really hope we can be assigned to the same dorm!"

Fearing that Jiang Wenxi might feel awkward in the elders' circle, he quickly took her wrist and suggested with a smile:

"Miss Jiang, this place is full of social engagements by the elders, it's so boring. Let me take you to that group of younger people over there, they're all around the same age, you'll feel more comfortable chatting with them."

"Okay." Jiang Wenxi did not refuse. She had the same idea in mind. Compared to pretending to be friendly with a group of old foxes, the circle of young people was the shortcut for her to quickly integrate into the top circles of Shanghai.

Just as Fu Siya was about to leave with Jiang Wenxi, Fu's father's voice rang out. He looked at his daughter and instructed her, "Siya, you must take good care of Miss Jiang and not neglect her."

"Okay, Dad, don't worry!" Fu Siya replied crisply, then winked at Jiang Wenxi, pulled her around, and walked towards the lawn on the other side of the garden.

On the way, Fu Siya linked arms with Jiang Wenxi, her steps light as a hopping bird, while she kept complaining:

"Miss Jiang, you have no idea how incredibly boring these banquets are! A bunch of elders sit around talking about the stock market or family marriages. I get a headache just listening to all that roundabout stuff, and I can't get a word in edgewise."