Unlimited Black Cards! A Mysterious and Wealthy Young Lady!

Jiang Yan led everyone to sit on the mahogany sofa. The servants served tea with slow and graceful movements, the trays lined with dark-patterned velvet. The entire service process was as elegant as that of a palace, showcasing the top-notch style and confidence of Jingyuan.

Su Zhenbang lightly touched the edge of the teacup with his fingertips, and sighed inwardly: This tea set alone is enough to be worth half of the Su family's property. The owner of Jingyuan is definitely not that simple.

Just as everyone's fingertips touched the teacups, light footsteps came from the inner room, "tap, tap," accompanied by the subtle sound of cheongsam skirts rubbing together. The unhurried pace carried an imposing aura of calm, instantly halting the subtle probing in the hall.

Everyone looked up and their gazes instantly focused on the newcomer—Jiang Wenxi was wearing a light blue Suzhou-style embroidered cheongsam with dark cloud patterns, the fabric of which was Hangzhou cloud gauze, a craft that had been lost for decades.

Bathed in the morning light, the skirt shimmers with a faint pearlescent sheen. The ink-wash orchid pattern on the hem is hand-embroidered by a Suzhou embroidery intangible cultural heritage inheritor. The stitches are fine and lifelike, extending from the waist to the hem, subtly conveying the meaning of "orchids grow in secluded valleys, their fragrance undiminished by the absence of people."

Her long hair was loosely tied into a cloud-like bun, with a white jade hairpin inserted diagonally. The jade was translucent and without any impurities; it was the finest of Hetian white jade, which complemented her fair skin perfectly.

Her eyebrows were like distant mountains shrouded in mist, and her eyes were like autumn water reflecting stars. Her usually aloof and distant features were softened by the elegance of the cheongsam, yet the sharpness and determination in her eyes were still undeniable. It was the aura of someone who had long held a high position, something that could not be achieved through deliberate pretense.

She walked out slowly, her steps light yet steady, each step touching everyone's hearts. It was as if she were not walking in an ordinary courtyard, but rather the head of a wealthy family with a home-field advantage. The invisible pressure emanating from her made even seasoned figures like Su Zhenbang sit up straight.

"Young Miss." Jiang Yan quickly stood up and bowed, his voice respectful and steady, his posture just right, neither humble nor negligent.

Upon hearing the words "Young Miss," everyone in the hall rose to greet her, bowing slightly, displaying even greater respect than when facing the head of a top-tier wealthy family in Kyoto.

In the minds of Kyoto aristocratic families, the title "young lady" carries a hidden meaning: if there is an elder in the family, the younger generation will often address her as "young lady".

Only those who control the core power of the family and have no one to restrain them can be addressed in this way by their subordinates.

All eyes turned to Jiang Wenxi, filled with admiration but also with unfathomable curiosity—at her age, with such an aura, and able to live in Jingyuan, what kind of family was behind her? Was she a descendant of a reclusive wealthy family, or a representative of overseas capital? Su Mingyu wanted to speak, but a single glance from Jiang Wenxi silenced him. Her gaze was cold and sharp, as if she could see through people's hearts, causing him to subconsciously suppress all his thoughts.

Jiang Yan turned around and calmly introduced to the crowd: "Distinguished guests, this is our Jiang family's eldest daughter in China, Jiang Wenxi."

The sentence is concise and to the point, not only pointing out the surname "Jiang" but also implying that she is supported by a multinational family as "the eldest daughter of a domestic family." It also suggests that Jiang Wenxi holds the dominant position in domestic affairs, cleverly responding to everyone's speculations while maintaining a sense of mystery and not revealing the core foundation.

The Kyoto aristocratic families were most familiar with these matters, and upon hearing this, they all felt a chill in their hearts—the ability to make a fuss about the word "domestic" indicated that their family's power had already crossed national borders and was far beyond what the local Kyoto aristocratic families could contend with. Their gazes toward Jiang Wenxi became even more solemn, and they even subconsciously softened their breathing.

Su Zhenbang stepped forward first, a gentle smile on his face, his tone respectful but not obsequious, his manner impeccable: "Miss Jiang, I am Su Zhenbang, and I live next door in Guipu Garden. I heard that you just moved into Jingyuan yesterday. Since we are neighbors, it is only right that I come to pay you a visit."

"This is just a small gift, nothing more, but I hope Miss Jiang will accept it with a smile."

As he spoke, he gestured for Su Mingyu to hand over the gift box. The sandalwood box was opened, revealing a finely framed Qing Dynasty landscape painting with a clear seal at the beginning, a family heirloom of the Su family.

He deliberately presented this gift, both as a gesture of goodwill and a test—if Jiang Wenxi recognized the value of the painting, it would demonstrate her profound knowledge in the field of antiques; if she ignored it, it would either be a pretentious act or a lack of cultural understanding.

Lin Zhenhong and his wife, along with Gu Jingchen, also stepped forward to present gifts.

Lin Zhenhong opened the brocade box in his hand, revealing a box of top-grade bird's nest. The bird's nest was full and plump, with a bright white color and no impurities. It was the first batch of bird's nest from Southeast Asia and had been processed with special techniques to preserve its maximum nutritional value. Su Wan smiled and added, "Miss Jiang has just arrived in Kyoto and must need to recuperate. Stewing this bird's nest is the most nourishing way to consume it. I hope you will like it."

Her words, though seemingly concerned, were actually a test of Jiang Wenxi's lifestyle. If Jiang Wenxi knew about bird's nest, she would understand the value of this gift.

Gu Jingchen then handed over a sandalwood box containing a Duan inkstone made by a famous Qing Dynasty craftsman. The inkstone was finely textured, with a warm luster, and the lotus scroll pattern in the inkwell was exquisitely carved. The inscription was clear and indicated that it was made by a court craftsman during the Kangxi era. He said in a calm tone, "Miss Jiang, although this Duan inkstone is not a top-grade piece, it is still quite pleasing to the eye."

The three men presented gifts that reflected different aspects of Jiang Wenxi's tastes and were subtly probing her, trying to discern her preferences and background from her reactions.

Jiang Wenxi had a faint smile on her face, her tone was gentle but carried just the right amount of distance, neither warm nor cold. Her eyes swept over the three gifts, and she knew their origins at a glance: "Old Su's landscape painting by Wang Jian is vigorous in brushwork and warm in ink. It is one of his masterpieces in his later years, and must be a family heirloom of the Su family."

Mrs. Lin's bird's nest is from the first harvest of swiftlets from Kalimantan Island. It was cleaned using traditional methods and contains no additives. You've put a lot of effort into it.

Mr. Gu's Duan inkstone, made from stone sourced from the old Duanxi pit, bears the inscription "Jingzhou," a work of art by Mr. Yang Jingzhou, making it a true treasure of the scholar's studio.

Her tone was calm, yet she accurately pointed out the core value and origin of each gift, which even surprised Su Zhenbang. The author of his landscape painting had been mistaken by even the most renowned connoisseur in Beijing, but Jiang Wenxi recognized it at a glance. Her connoisseurship was far beyond that of ordinary collectors.

Jiang Wenxi raised her hand to signal Jiang Yan to accept the gift, her fingertips lightly tapping the table. Her voice was clear yet carried an undeniable aura: "I am new here, and it should be me visiting all the neighbors. Instead, I've troubled you to make the first move and go to such lengths. I really feel bad about it."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over everyone, and said calmly, "I've been working in the Shanghai industry for a while now, and this is my first time in Kyoto. I hope you'll all take good care of me in the hutongs."

These words, though seemingly polite, actually reveal a strong sense of confidence—Shanghai is an economic powerhouse, and the fact that she has cultivated her business there demonstrates her formidable commercial strength, proving she is not merely a pampered heiress relying on family protection.

"Miss Jiang, you're too kind. It's only natural for neighbors to look after each other."