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Jiang Wenxi lowered her eyes, noticing the undisguised annoyance on the girl's face, a hint of understanding flashing in her eyes. Fu Siya's eyes were full of innocent naiveté, and when she spoke of business games and family schemes, her tone was full of rejection, showing none of the ambition or shrewdness typical of children from wealthy families. With such a personality, it was unlikely that she would be pushed into the position of managing the Fu family business.

Jiang Wenxi's mind raced, and she had already made up her mind—the future power of the Fu family would most likely fall into the hands of her steady and composed older brother, Fu Yunzhe, whose eyes held a sharp edge. She wondered if Fu Siya, with her personality, would be bound by an arranged marriage.

The two walked and talked, and soon arrived at the door of a private room in a detached building.

Fu Siya pushed open the heavy ebony door with practiced ease, and didn't forget to turn back and smile at Jiang Wenxi: "There are some familiar faces inside, don't be shy." With that, she took Jiang Wenxi's hand and led her straight inside.

The lighting inside the private room was considerably dimmer than outside, with warm yellow light creating a languid and luxurious atmosphere. A group of men and women of similar age sat sprawled on the sofas, holding wine glasses and chatting quietly. Jiang Wenxi glanced around; the central leather sofa was empty, clearly reserved for Fu Siya, the hostess; on either side, a young man sat in the main seat.

The man on the left was wearing a well-tailored white shirt with the cuffs rolled up to his forearms, revealing his smooth wrists. He wore gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, and his gentle eyes and a faint smile played on his lips. He looked like a noble young man from a scholarly family.

The man on the right was the complete opposite. He leaned back on the sofa, the top two buttons of his red shirt undone, revealing his delicate collarbone. His eyebrows were arrogant, and a cynical smile played on his lips. An unlit cigar was between his fingers, and he exuded a carefree and unrestrained air. A beautiful woman sat next to him.

Without a doubt, these two are definitely top-tier young masters from wealthy families in Shanghai.

Upon hearing the door open, the noise in the private room abruptly ceased. All eyes turned to Jiang Wenxi beside Fu Siya, filled with curiosity, inquiry, and a subtle, almost imperceptible scrutiny.

"Alright, alright, everyone, stop for a second!" Fu Siya's clear voice broke the silence in the private room. She raised her chin, her tone full of excitement, "Let me introduce you to a new friend for today!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a sharp-eyed maid quickly stepped forward, quietly turned off the deafening sound system, and brightened the originally dim warm light a bit.

The private room fell silent instantly, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. All eyes were fixed on Jiang Wenxi beside Fu Siya, filled with curiosity, curiosity, and the scrutiny typical of the elite circles.

Fu Siya proudly tightened her grip on Jiang Wenxi's arm, her voice clear and resonant, each word firm and unwavering: "This is Ms. Jiang Wenxi, the owner of No. 1 Tan Palace! She's been living abroad for a while, but she might be settling in China permanently from now on. She's a good friend I just met today, and I brought her along to introduce her to everyone!"

These words were like a bombshell dropped on a calm lake.

In Shanghai's elite circles, what does Tan Palace No. 1 represent? It's an extremely luxurious mansion, priceless and unavailable, a symbol of wealth and status. Those who can acquire this villa need no further introduction. These words immediately elevated Jiang Wenxi's status to that of equals, or even higher, with them.

Sure enough, when everyone heard the words "Tan Palace No. 1", they gasped instantly, their calm expressions shattered and replaced by unbelievable shock.

"My God, No. 1 Tan Palace?! Isn't that the legendary luxury apartment that's been listed for years without anyone daring to make a move?"

"He actually managed to win over such a young girl? That's an amazing feat!"

"No wonder Siya is so fond of her; her background is probably stronger than many of us here!"

Whispers rose and fell, and the gazes directed at Jiang Wenxi now held a hint of awe.

Just then, the man who had been leaning against the right side of the sofa with an arrogant look in his eyes stood up first. He casually placed the cigar between his fingers into the crystal ashtray, his black shirt outlining his tall figure. His steps were casual yet carried an undeniable aura as he walked straight toward Jiang Wenxi.

"Hello, Ms. Jiang."

The man who walked in first spoke with a slightly cynical tone. He nodded slightly to Jiang Wenxi, a smug smile playing on his lips. "My name is Ma Yun, the second young master of the Ma Group. Welcome back to the country."

Jiang Wenxi raised her eyes, her gaze calmly sweeping over his arrogant face, and nodded slightly: "Thank you, Second Young Master Ma."

As soon as she finished speaking, the gentle and refined man on the other sofa slowly rose. His steps were unhurried, his demeanor composed. As he approached, a perfectly timed smile played on his lips, and his tone was so warm and soothing: "Hello, Miss Jiang. Speaking of which, we have some kind of connection. I also share the surname Jiang, but my surname is the same as the Yangtze River."

He bowed slightly and introduced himself, "Jiang Xunye, welcome back to China."

"Thank you, Young Master Jiang." Jiang Wenxi remained calm and composed, though a faint hint of understanding flickered in her eyes.

Jiang Xunye's tone and demeanor revealed him to be the eldest son of the family, on whom great hopes were placed. The composure and sense of propriety he exuded were unmatched by any member of the collateral branches. Such a person had shouldered the heavy responsibility of continuing the family's glory since birth.

A few seconds of silence fell over the private room. Apart from Ma Yun and Jiang Xunye, everyone else remained seated, their eyes flickering, but no one took the initiative to introduce themselves. Jiang Wenxi glanced at their seats; they were all in the corners furthest from the center position. Clearly, in this circle, they weren't considered true members of the upper class, and she didn't bother to ask any more questions.

At this moment, Fu Siya smiled and pulled Jiang Wenxi's wrist, leading her directly to the center of the sofa to sit down. She then sat down next to her affectionately, saying, "Come on, Wenxi, sit here!"

Jiang Xunye naturally sat down to Jiang Wenxi's right, his posture humble yet measured.

Fu Siya seemed to suddenly remember something, clapped her hands, and said excitedly to Ma Yun and Jiang Xunye, "Oh right, I almost forgot to mention! Wenxi is from the same school as us!"

Upon hearing this, Ma Yun and Jiang Xunye's gazes immediately fell on Jiang Wenxi, with a hint of surprise, yet it was also quite reasonable.

Meeting their gazes, Jiang Wenxi said calmly, "Yes, I study finance."

Upon hearing this, the two exchanged a smile, their surprise vanishing and replaced by understanding.