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Xiao Li nodded vigorously, having already added Jiang Wenxi to his "absolutely must not be offended" list.

Inside the car, Jiang Wenxi was leaning back in her seat, looking at the scenery outside the window.

The roads inside the palace are very wide, and both sides are planted with precious trees and shrubs. Every now and then you can see several gardeners in uniform pruning the branches.

There were hardly any other vehicles on the road; occasionally a few electric scooters would pass by, which were staff members of the villa patrolling.

"This road is quite long," Jiang Wenxi muttered to herself, a knowing glint in her eyes. "Without a car, it would be impossible to move an inch."

[Host, the Tan Palace covers a total area of ​​47384.6 square meters and contains only 18 villas.] The system's voice sounded at the opportune moment, carrying a hint of popular science. [Moreover, each of these 18 villas was designed by top designers, showcasing 18 completely different architectural styles, making them veritable works of art in the architectural world. Most importantly, those who live here are not simply people with money.]

Jiang Wenxi's heart skipped a beat.

She only knew that Tan Palace was a top-tier luxury residence in Shanghai, but she didn't know there were so many other details about it.

Having money isn't enough?

The implication is that the residents here are either extremely wealthy or powerful, either business tycoons, prominent families, or even some influential figures living in seclusion.

In that case, she, the owner of Villa No. 1 who appeared out of nowhere, will probably soon attract the attention of others.

Jiang Wenxi's guess was correct.

Just as her car slowly drove along the tree-lined road toward Villa No. 1, the news that "Villa No. 1 of Tan Palace has a new owner" had already spread silently to the other 17 villas as if it had grown wings.

Inside a Chinese-style courtyard villa, a lady in a cheongsam was enjoying tea in the tea room. Upon hearing the news reported by her maid, her hand holding the teacup paused slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes: "The new owner of Villa No. 1? Whose daughter is she?"

The maid respectfully replied, "I heard from the security department that she is a young woman surnamed Jiang, accompanied by a very dignified old butler, and they are riding in a Rolls-Royce Phantom."

The lady raised an eyebrow, put down her teacup, and a meaningful smile appeared on her lips: "Surname Jiang? I don't think there's anyone with the surname Jiang among the prestigious families of Shanghai, right? Interesting. I'd like to see where this little girl came from."

In another French-style castle villa, a young man in a casual suit was playing golf. Upon hearing his assistant's report, he paused in his swing, and the golf ball fell into the hole.

"Miss Jiang?" The man chuckled, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes. "Villa No. 1 has been vacant for so long, it finally has an owner. Let's investigate her background. I'd like to know what kind of person she is who could acquire such a prime piece of land."

For a moment, an invisible cloud seemed to rise above the Tan Palace.

Everyone was curious about the background of this suddenly appearing Miss Jiang.

Inside Villa No. 3, the living room is decorated in a classic Chinese style. The rosewood tables and chairs have a warm luster, and a traditional Chinese landscape painting hangs on the wall, creating a profound and evocative atmosphere.

Fu Mingxuan sat on the rosewood chair, leaning slightly forward, his tone carrying an undisguised curiosity:

"Dad, I heard that this Villa No. 1 in Tan Palace has remained unsold for so many years. It's not just because it's the largest and best-located of the 18 villas, but also because of its 'No. 1' designation; in Shanghai's elite circles, no one dared to claim it easily. Now that it's suddenly been bought, do you know who it is?"

Grandpa Fu was slowly sipping his tea, his white eyebrows slightly raised. When he put down the teacup, the bottom of the cup clinked against the tea bowl. He stroked his goatee, a deep look flashing in his aged eyes, and slowly shook his head: "I don't know."

This No. 1 Tan Palace has been empty since its construction. Everyone knows what this house signifies—it's a symbol of standing at the pinnacle of Shanghai's elite, something that money alone can't buy. In all these years, no one has ever been seen inside the villa.

He paused, looked out the window, his gaze falling on the direction of Villa No. 1, which was faintly visible in the distance, and said with a touch of emotion, "Today is the first time I've seen the new owner show up."

Fu Mingxuan rubbed his fingers together and pondered, "Then what do you think? Should we prepare some gifts and visit them to express our condolences? After all, we're neighbors, we see each other all the time, it's always good to build a good relationship first."

Old Master Fu waved his hand, rejecting the suggestion. He tapped his fingertips lightly on the table, his tone calm and composed, carrying the wisdom of someone who had experienced much of life:

"No, the owner of villa number 1 has been hiding for so many years before suddenly appearing. He must have just returned from a long journey and is probably exhausted. He needs to rest properly. If we come here abruptly, it will seem deliberate and annoy him."

A glint of shrewdness flashed in his eyes, and he changed the subject: "Isn't it my 80th birthday in a couple of days? Have the butler prepare the most respectable invitation and send it to Villa No. 1. Whether it's a dragon or a phoenix, we'll know when we meet."

"Also," Old Master Fu's tone suddenly became more serious, and he looked up at Fu Mingxuan, "go and tell the younger generation in the family, as well as the people in the company, to behave themselves during this period. The owner of No. 1 Tan Palace has an unknown background, so don't cause any trouble at this critical juncture, lest it bring disaster upon the family."

"Okay, I understand." Fu Mingxuan quickly replied, his heart also becoming serious. For the old man to take this so seriously, it was clear that this new neighbor was definitely not a simple person.

Meanwhile, similar conversations were taking place in several other villas in the Tang Palace.

Some people instructed the housekeeper to investigate Miss Jiang's background; others sat on the sofa, fiddling with prayer beads, speculating about the power behind her; still others had already begun preparing invitations for birthday banquets and parties, hoping to use various pretexts to meet this mysterious owner of Villa No. 1 in person.

For a time, the entire Tan Palace was quietly stirred up by the sudden appearance of this new master.

At this moment, Jiang Wenxi, who was the subject of everyone's discussion, was standing in front of the gate of Villa No. 1 in the Tang Palace. Looking at the scene in front of her, her heart skipped a beat.

The majestic European-style villa stands like a castle, its off-white marble exterior gleaming in the sunlight. In front of the door is an exquisitely manicured garden, where roses are in full bloom.

Two rows of servants dressed in identical black uniforms stood tall on either side of the gate, including butlers, cooks, cleaners and security guards.

As Jiang Wenxi's car stopped, everyone bowed in unison, their voices ringing out in unison in the quiet courtyard: "Welcome home, Miss!"

Jiang Wenxi maintained a calm demeanor on the surface, with even a faint smile on her lips, but inside she was in a complete panic.