Unlimited Black Cards! A Mysterious and Wealthy Young Lady!

The unlimited black card is really appealing, but this system clearly doesn't intend for her to become a super-rich person with ease.

It seems that in the future, besides spending money, I'll also have to take some time to figure out how to unlock those hidden features, and by the way, improve my appalling attribute panel.

[Ding! The system has issued its first mission: Please assume the persona of a wealthy heiress and successfully enroll in the prestigious Magic Science University in Shanghai. Mission Rewards: 10 base attribute points, 50 points.]

A cold, mechanical voice echoed in her mind, instantly reigniting the frustration Jiang Wenxi had just calmed. She abruptly sat up on the sofa, gritting her teeth and growling inwardly, "System! You never said before that I'd have to go to school after transmigrating here!"

She had endured so much to graduate from university in her previous life, and was fed up with the days of exams and endless practice questions. She had finally managed to become a wealthy tycoon, but now she had to go back to school? And to a place like Magic University, a place with ridiculously high entry requirements just from its name!

[Host, your current identity is a 20-year-old heiress from a wealthy family, the perfect age to attend university.] The system's voice carried an undeniable air of authority. [Magic Science University is a top-tier institution in Shanghai and even nationwide, the preferred choice for children of the upper class. Enrollment is an essential step in integrating into this circle and a crucial step in becoming a super-rich individual.]

Jiang Wenxi rubbed her throbbing temples, waving her hand wearily, "Fine, fine, you're right. It's just going to school, what are you going to be afraid of?"

Magic University, huh? A rich heiress persona, huh? She'd like to see what this so-called top-tier university is really like.

She studied the light screen for a while, memorizing the tempting products in the mall and the numbers on the attribute panel. When she looked up at the clock on the wall, it was already past ten o'clock.

Staying up late is bad for your health—this is a truth she learned from her past life's painful lessons. Jiang Wenxi dared not delay any longer. She turned off the system screen, quickly returned to her bedroom on the third floor, washed up, and buried herself in bed, falling into a deep sleep almost immediately.

At seven o'clock the next morning, the smart alarm clock by the bedside rang on time, and the soft music woke Jiang Wenxi from her sleep.

She leisurely got up, washed up, changed into comfortable loungewear, and went downstairs. A delicious breakfast was already laid out in the dining room, complete with milk, fried eggs, pancakes, and fruit salad—all her favorite flavors.

After finishing breakfast, Jiang Wenxi did not return to the third floor, but went straight to the reception room on the first floor.

She had arranged for representatives from various brands to come to her shop today, so she couldn't keep them waiting too long.

At exactly 8:30, the villa's door was knocked on time.

The servant guarding the door quickly stepped forward, carefully verified the visitor's identity information, and then respectfully pushed open the heavy, carved wooden door.

Dozens of men and women poured in instantly. There were brand store managers in high-end suits, jewelry designers carrying toolboxes, and shop assistants carrying clothes hangers and holding ready-made garments. Everyone was carrying boxes and bags of various sizes, which piled up at the entrance, almost forming a small mountain.

These people are the backbone of Shanghai's top luxury brands. They are used to seeing the rich and famous, but when they actually stood at the door of Tan Palace No. 1 Villa, they still couldn't help but feel scared.

After all, this is No. 1 Tan Palace! The legendary most luxurious residence in Shanghai, a place that countless people would kill to get into.

"Is this the interior of Villa No. 1? It's so grand..." someone couldn't help but mutter to themselves, but they didn't even dare to lift their head or look around.

Those sent here are the most disciplined people. Looking around the client's house without permission is strictly forbidden.

Everyone held their breath and followed the servant through the entrance hall into the ridiculously spacious reception room.

The next second, everyone's eyes involuntarily fell on the sofa.

On the creamy white velvet sofa, a young girl leaned casually. She was wearing a light pink silk nightgown, and her long, black hair was loosely tied in a bun, with a few stray strands falling beside her cheeks, making her face appear even whiter and more delicate.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating her slender and graceful figure. She exuded a慵懒 (yōnglǎn, meaning languid or lazy) and 贵贵 (guìguì, meaning noble or elegant) aura, just like a young lady straight out of a wealthy family novel.

The maid quickly walked to Jiang Wenxi's side, bowed slightly, and said in a clear and respectful voice, "Miss, the guests you invited have all arrived."

Everyone shuddered upon hearing the servant's words.

Missy.

These three words carry an astonishing weight in their circle.

A young lady is at most a pampered mistress in a wealthy family, but the eldest young lady represents the future leader of the family. She is someone who can speak with authority and wield power, with a status comparable to the former head of the family.

Not to mention, the servants addressed them as "guests"—a title that even the seasoned shop managers found flattering.

They are merely service personnel for luxury brands; even store managers are just servants in the face of truly top-tier wealthy families.

Being addressed as a "guest" by the owner of Villa No. 1, Tan Palace, is a privilege that not just anyone can enjoy.

The shop managers exchanged glances, their initial perfunctory attitude towards serving the young women vanishing instantly, replaced by extreme caution and respect.

They had their own plans: yesterday, they received a call from Butler Jiang saying that the villa's owner was a young woman. They figured that young women usually like to sleep in, and since she had come specifically at 8:30, it wouldn't be unusual for her to wait an hour or two.

To their utter surprise, the person had not only woken up long ago, but had also specially sat in the reception room waiting for them. This punctuality and composure made them even more wary of underestimating them.

Hearing the sound, Jiang Wenxi slowly sat up straight. She casually tidied the stray hairs hanging in front of her shoulder, her movements languid yet exuding an air of nobility. Her gaze swept lightly over the man standing at the front, and though she didn't speak, it was enough to make people subconsciously hold their breath.

The man was clearly perceptive; he immediately stepped forward, bowed slightly, and plastered his face with a perfectly respectful smile, while his eyes held a hint of eager flattery.

He handed over his business card with both hands, adopting an extremely humble posture: "Hello Ms. Jiang, I am Zhou Ming, the store manager of Huanu Tianlun's Shanghai store. We have brought our brand's latest season of haute couture and limited-edition jewelry, all of which are global debuts. We specially reserved them for you, as they haven't been displayed in the store yet."

His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for everyone present to hear, thus both praising Jiang Wenxi and subtly putting other brands at a disadvantage.

The store managers of other brands panicked when they saw this.

A woman in a Chanel suit quickly pushed her way forward, holding a thick catalog: "Hello, Ms. Jiang! I'm the regional director of Xiangyun, we..."