Unlimited Black Cards! A Mysterious and Wealthy Young Lady!

After all, for scions of top-tier wealthy families like them, choosing a major in university is hardly a question.

Finance is almost everyone's first choice, after all, only by thoroughly understanding the rules of capital can one better control the future of the family. Even families like theirs, with older siblings, still need to learn this skill.

Jiang Xunye, Ma Yun, and Fu Siya, all of whom were present, were students in the Department of Finance.

"Oh, right," Ma Yun suddenly seemed to remember something, raising her hand to rub the ring on her finger, her tone tinged with interest, "there's a private auction in a few days, I heard there are some good things, are you all going?"

Fu Siya's eyes lit up, and she immediately nodded: "Let's go! I've been worried about not having any fun lately, so let's go see if there are any little things that catch our eye."

Jiang Xunye put down his wine glass, tapped the glass lightly with his fingertip, and said gently, "I'm free at the moment, you can go."

All three eyes immediately fell on Jiang Wenxi, with Fu Siya leaning closer and asking excitedly, "Wenxi, are you going?"

Jiang Wenxi paused slightly, her mind racing with calculations. This level of private auction has extremely high barriers to entry; ordinary wealthy people can't get an invitation even if they spend a lot of money. One must have a matching status and position to participate.

However, she wasn't worried—the system shop contained many good things, and there might even be a direct invitation to the auction.

She was about to say "let's see" when Fu Siya preemptively patted her arm, her tone resolute:

"The invitations should start arriving in the next couple of days. Maybe yours, Wenxi, has already been delivered to your home at No. 1 Tan Palace!"

Upon hearing this, the other people in the private room nodded in agreement.

That's for sure! With Jiang Wenxi's status as the owner of No. 1 Tan Palace, the auction organizers would be too busy trying to curry favor with her to possibly miss her.

Seeing the confident expressions on everyone's faces, Jiang Wenxi smiled faintly and replied crisply, "Okay, go."

By the time the banquet ended, the night was already thick and impenetrable. The dark blue sky hung low, dotted with a few scattered stars, and the hazy moonlight spilled onto the gray-tiled eaves of the Fu family villa, spreading a layer of cold, silvery radiance.

Along the driveway outside the villa, two rows of European-style palace lanterns lit up one after another, their warm yellow glow paving a long golden path across the ground, perfectly enveloping the four people waiting there.

The Fu siblings stood side by side. Fu Yunzhe wore a well-tailored dark gray suit, his posture was as upright as a pine tree, and his brows showed the composure and competence unique to the heir of a prestigious family. His gaze was fixed on the figure not far away, with a hint of inquiry and solemnity.

Fu Siya, standing beside him, wore a pale yellow evening gown with sparkling rhinestones on the hem. She had shed her playful and mischievous demeanor from the banquet, and her face was unusually serious, though her eyes couldn't hide a hint of excitement.

Ma Yun, from the Ma Group, leaned against a black Maybach, his burgundy shirt unbuttoned at the top two buttons, revealing his well-defined collarbone, exuding a flamboyant and unrestrained aura.

He held an unlit cigar between his fingers, his gaze sweeping across the crowd with interest before finally settling on Jiang Wenxi, a look of amusement on his face, yet one that showed no disrespect whatsoever.

Jiang Xunye, the eldest son of the Jiang family, stood a little further away. His moon-white suit made him look gentle and refined, and his reserved temperament was like a gentle spring rain, nourishing things silently.

He clasped his hands in front of him, his expression calm, but his eyes were deep and unfathomable, taking in everything around him, including the undisguised astonishment of the guests.

At this time, there were still many guests outside the villa, standing in twos and threes in the courtyard exchanging greetings.

When they saw these young masters and princesses from Shanghai's top families all gathered around a young woman waiting at the door, their expressions unusually solemn, everyone subconsciously stopped talking and turned their gazes in their direction, all greatly shocked.

"Who is this girl?" In the crowd, an elderly man with graying temples lowered his voice, his tone full of disbelief. "To have the heirs of the Fu, Ma, and Jiang families all personally escorting her—that's quite an honor! When did such a person appear in Shanghai?"

The middle-aged man beside him nodded slightly, his gaze fixed on Jiang Wenxi's figure, and said thoughtfully:

"Need I say more? Besides that newly revealed owner of No. 1 Tan Palace, who else has such influence? Haven't you heard? No. 1 Tan Palace has been vacant for so many years, and recently it has finally welcomed its true owner, whose background is said to be unfathomable."

"No wonder Old Master Fu praised her so highly at the banquet today, and even spent a long time chatting with her. It turns out she has such a powerful background!"

Another woman in an elegant cheongsam covered her mouth, her voice low but still filled with amazement, "Look at her demeanor. So young, yet she shows no fear in front of these young talents. Truly extraordinary."

The whispers drifted into Jiang Wenxi's ears like fine rain, but she seemed not to hear them.

She looked up at the people in front of her, her eyes revealing a composure beyond her years.

A faint smile curved her lips, her tone calm yet polite, like a gentle breeze in spring, warm yet powerful: "Alright, no need to see me off, we're already at the door."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over Fu Yunzhe, Fu Siya, Ma Yun, and Jiang Xunye in turn, a subtle warmth in her eyes:

"We live in the same villa area, so we're neighbors. We'll see each other all the time, and we can just visit each other when we have time."

Upon hearing this, Fu Siya immediately smiled and nodded, her eyes brimming with undisguised anticipation, like starlight that could not be hidden.

"Okay, okay, Wenxi! It's a deal then. We absolutely have to meet at the auction house next weekend! I want to chat with you more!"

Jiang Wenxi nodded slightly, acknowledging the invitation. Then she turned around, her movements fluid and elegant.

Uncle Jiang was already waiting respectfully beside the Rolls-Royce Wraith. When she turned around, he quickly stepped forward, carefully opened the car door, and gently placed his arm on the door frame, afraid that she would bump her head.

Jiang Wenxi bent down and sat in the car, the soft leather seats enveloping her. She raised her hand to straighten her skirt, her gaze calmly sweeping over the group of guests outside with their complex expressions through the car window.

As soon as the car came to a stop, the two servants waiting at the door quickly stepped forward, their movements respectful and practiced.

One of the middle-aged maids gently opened the car door, while the other took the off-white cashmere coat that Jiang Wenxi had taken off, folded it neatly, and held it in her arms, saying in a low voice, "Miss, you must be tired from your journey."

Jiang Wenxi gave a soft "hmm" and stepped out of the car. The living room was luxuriously decorated yet understated, with a crystal chandelier emitting a soft glow and the marble floor gleaming like a mirror.

She sat down on the sofa and had just picked up a cup of warm black tea handed to her by the maid. Before her fingertips even touched the warmth of the cup, Uncle Jiang came over with a stack of neatly organized documents and a gold-embossed envelope.