Unlimited Black Cards! A Mysterious and Wealthy Young Lady!

He was around sixty years old, and most of his hair at the temples had turned white, but he did not look old at all.

His eyes were bright and piercing, revealing a sharpness and composure that came with experience in the world. His well-tailored dark gray Zhongshan suit accentuated his tall and straight figure, making him appear to be at least 1.8 meters tall. His back was as straight as a pine tree, and it was clear at a glance that he was a person who exercised regularly and was in good health.

"Uncle Jiang." Jiang Wenxi nodded slightly, her tone natural and without the slightest awkwardness.

The way he addressed her seemed ingrained in his bones, and it just came out of his mouth.

Jiang Kun bowed respectfully, his gaze falling on the suitcase beside her. Just as he was about to lend a hand, a man in a sharp black suit stepped forward quickly, deftly taking the suitcase. Throughout the process, he maintained a perfectly respectful distance, saying little and not overstepping his bounds.

The two men led Jiang Wenxi to the parking area outside the airport, one in front and one behind.

A Rolls-Royce Phantom in Obsidian Black sat quietly in its designated parking space. Its sleek lines resembled a work of art, gleaming with understated luxury in the sunlight, creating a striking contrast with the surrounding vehicles.

The driver's side door opened, and a man in his thirties stepped out. He was wearing a well-fitting suit, clean white gloves, and his hair was neatly combed. He had gentle features and a professional demeanor.

He quickly walked around to the back door, gracefully opened it, bowed slightly, and said in a gentle and respectful voice, "Welcome home, Miss. Please get in."

Jiang Wenxi's gaze swept over the heavy car door, then landed on the man's impeccable manners. A faint smile appeared on her lips as she softly said, "Thank you."

She bent down and sat inside the car. The soft leather seats enveloped her body, providing just the right temperature. The car was filled with a faint scent of cedar, fresh and elegant, instantly making her relax.

Jiang Kun then got into the passenger seat, and the driver gently closed the door, the movement so soft it was almost inaudible.

After everything was settled, Jiang Kun turned around and respectfully asked Jiang Wenxi in the back seat:

"Miss, the normal driving time from the airport to Tan Palace is one hour and forty minutes. You've just gotten off the plane and must be tired from the journey. Would you like to find a hotel to rest and have something to eat first, or go straight back to the villa?"

"Let's go straight back to the villa." Jiang Wenxi leaned back in her seat, her fingertips brushing against the car window, a hint of anticipation flashing in her eyes. "I want to see our new home as soon as possible."

"Okay," Jiang Kun replied, then instructed the driver in front, "Let's go."

The vehicle smoothly drove away from the parking area and merged into the traffic flow.

Jiang Wenxi looked at the street scene rushing past the window, then suddenly remembered something and asked the system in her mind, "System, could it be that everyone in this butler team has the surname Jiang?"

After all, the butler's name was Jiang Kun, which sounded like the same surname as her.

"Of course, host." The system's voice carried a hint of matter-of-fact. "They were created exclusively for you by the system, born with the mission of protecting you, and are absolutely loyal to you. Naturally, they take your surname, Jiang."

Jiang Wenxi paused for a moment, then chuckled softly.

Looking out at the bustling city, she suddenly felt a sense of peace she had never felt before.

Perhaps, this sudden time travel was truly a compensation from heaven for her.

In this unfamiliar world, she finally had a place she could call "home," and a group of people who truly belonged to her.

The vehicle moved smoothly forward, carrying her towards a brand new life.

"Do I still need to pay them their wages?" Jiang Wenxi tapped her knee with her fingertips, suddenly realizing this practical problem. With so many people working for her—the housekeeping team, the driver, the security guards—she couldn't let them work for free.

[Unnecessary host.] The system's mechanical voice was crisp and efficient. [All expenses of the butler team, including salaries, social security, and daily necessities, will be directly covered by the system. The host will not need to use a single penny of the black card.]

"Okay." Jiang Wenxi raised an eyebrow, feeling more and more that this system was a godsend for lazy people. It even saved on labor costs; this lying-down posture was truly the ultimate in laziness.

The Rolls-Royce Phantom smoothly drove out of the bustling city center. The tall buildings outside the window were gradually replaced by lush greenery. The plane trees on both sides of the road were full of leaves, and the sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled light and shadow on the ground.

The further the car went, the fewer houses there were, and the fresher the air became. About ten minutes later, a magnificent, ornate iron gate came into view.

The iron gate is over three meters tall and made entirely of pure copper. It is engraved with intricate European patterns, and the words "Tan Palace" are inlaid in gold on the lintel, exuding an understated yet indescribable luxury.

Inside the guard booth next to the iron gate, two security guards in crisp uniforms had already noticed the car.

As the car slowly approached, a young security guard quickly opened the door and ran out, his face displaying just the right amount of respect. He bowed slightly to the car window and said, "Hello, Miss Jiang, welcome home."

Hearing the sound, Jiang Wenxi looked up, smiled at him through the car window, and then gestured to the driver in front.

The driver understood and gently pressed the accelerator. The ornate iron gate slowly opened to both sides, and the car drove in smoothly, leaving only two tire tracks on the smooth asphalt road.

Watching the car drive away, the young security guard, Xiao Li, couldn't help but scratch his head. He turned to Captain Liu, who was standing at the entrance of the security booth, and asked curiously:

"Captain, who is this Miss Jiang? Why are you asking me to treat her with such respect? She looks very young, maybe in her early twenties at most?"

Captain Liu's gaze was still fixed on the direction where the car had disappeared. Upon hearing this, he looked away, glanced at Xiao Li indifferently, and said with a hint of warning in his voice:

"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask. Everyone living in this palace is a high-ranking figure who can make Shanghai tremble with a stomp of their foot. We security guards should observe more, listen more, and speak less. If we're not careful, we might lose our jobs."

He paused, then lowered his voice and added, "And I've inquired, and this Miss Jiang is the owner of Villa No. 1."

"What?!" Xiao Li's eyes widened in shock, and he almost jumped up. "Villa No. 1? The one with the largest plot of land, a private swimming pool, and a golf course? It was actually bought by a young girl?"

That's Villa No. 1 in the entire Tang Palace! It's the most luxurious detached house in the entire Tang Palace. It's said that the asking price was as high as hundreds of millions back then. Countless wealthy people were scrambling to buy it, but in the end, it changed hands quietly. I never expected that the new owner would be so young!

Captain Liu patted Xiao Li on the shoulder, his sharp gaze sweeping across the distant grove of trees. "You think she's easy to mess with just because she's young? Didn't you see the old man sitting in the passenger seat? That look, that demeanor—he's clearly a seasoned butler with top-notch professional training. Anyone who can afford someone like that must have a powerful force behind them that we can't afford to offend. From now on, when you see this Miss Jiang, just be respectful."