Jiang Wenxi stood before the full-length mirror in the dressing room, wearing a moon-white cheongsam.
The cheongsam was made of the finest silk, subtly embroidered with pine branch patterns, the stitches meticulous, and a silver thread trim around the collar, shimmering softly in the light, accentuating her slender neck and graceful figure.
She wore a mink shawl over it, the soft fur collar fitting snugly against her shoulders, warding off the early winter chill and adding a touch of gentle elegance.
She wore light makeup, her long hair styled in a low bun, adorned with a white jade hairpin, making her appear both refined and dignified.
“Miss, everything is ready,” Uncle Jiang said respectfully, standing at the door.
Jiang Wenxi nodded and, accompanied by the butler, headed towards Villa No. 3.
Although it was in the same villa area, the Tan Palace complex was vast, with villas spaced far apart, requiring a car to visit each one. Jiang Wenxi, being new to the area, had not yet purchased a vehicle and was currently using a Rolls-Royce Silver Ghost.
The car’s lines were sleek and elegant, its paint gleaming a warm silver in the sunlight, exuding a luxurious air of age. This was a rare find she had stumbled upon in the system’s shop the other day—the description stated that it was a pinnacle of early automotive engineering, a veritable “holy grail” of the collector’s world, with only a handful remaining globally, a symbol of family heritage that even billionaires struggled to acquire.
And this priceless treasure could be redeemed for just 88 points. She bought it without hesitation.
The car slowly pulled out of the gate of Villa No. 1. Jiang Wenxi leaned back in the soft seat, watching the scenery rush by outside the window, a hint of anticipation flashing in her eyes.
The Fu family’s birthday banquet—all the celebrities of Shanghai would surely be there.
This banquet might be her first step into this circle.
The convoy slowly approached the gate of Villa No. 3. Jiang Wenxi looked up and saw that the parking lot in front of the villa was already filled with all sorts of luxury cars.
Bentleys with their sharp lines, Maybachs exuding an imposing aura, and Ferraris of luxurious elegance—one after another, row upon row, their emblems alone revealing the prominent figures of Shanghai attending the banquet.
But when the Rolls-Royce Silver Ghost slowly entered the room, it instantly overshadowed all the other vehicles.
Its retro, flowing lines resembled a meticulously crafted work of art, its paint gleaming a warm silver in the early winter sun. Without superfluous embellishments, it possessed an aura of refined nobility honed over a century.
This wasn’t just any new Rolls-Royce on the market; it was a true timeless classic.
Many knowledgeable guests immediately widened their eyes, stopping to admire it and whispering amongst themselves.
“My God! Isn’t that the legendary Rolls-Royce Silver Ghost? There are only a handful left in the world, and we can actually see it here!”
“This car is priceless; even billionaires might not be able to buy it. Who is the person inside?”
“Could she be the daughter of some reclusive family? Otherwise, how could she bring out such a high-level collectible as her car?”
The discussions rose and fell, everyone’s eyes fixed on the Silver Ghost, their curiosity about its owner growing ever stronger.
Just then, the car door was slowly pushed open.
“Miss, we’ve arrived.” Uncle Jiang’s voice was calm and measured. Dressed in a sharp black suit, he stepped out of the passenger seat first, his movements swift and elegant. He
then quickly walked around to the back seat, one hand firmly protecting the roof to prevent Jiang Wenxi from bumping her head, the other hand slowly opening the car door.
Instantly, the discussions ceased, all eyes focusing on the car door.
A leg wrapped in a moon-white cheongsam emerged first, its lines graceful and flowing, its skin as white as jade.
She wore a pair of silver-pink stilettos, each adorned with a small, round pearl that swayed gently with her movements, shimmering with light.
Then, Jiang Wenxi stepped forward. A soft mink shawl slipped slightly from her shoulders, revealing the exquisite figure outlined by her cheongsam—a slender waist and graceful posture.
She slowly and deliberately gathered the shawl, her fingertips white and her movements exuding a natural languor.
Her dark hair was loosely tied into a low bun, adorned only with a single translucent jade hairpin; the lack of excessive jewels only enhanced her elegance.
She glanced at the crowd, her expression serene, her eyes clear yet carrying a hint of aloofness. Even just standing there, she possessed an air of dignified nobility, as if she were born to be in a high position.
The air instantly quieted, even the sound of the wind could be clearly heard.
Everyone was stunned—there really was someone who could wear a cheongsam with such breathtaking elegance.
“Whose daughter is this? I’ve never seen her before?”
Someone in the crowd whispered, scrutinizing Jiang Wenxi with a questioning gaze.
The elite circles of Shanghai were small; they knew almost every well-known young lady, but this woman was a complete stranger.
“She looks young, but she has quite the presence,” someone nearby chimed in, a hint of envy flashing in their eyes as they looked at the Rolls-Royce Silver Ghost.
“To drive such a legendary car, her background must be extraordinary; she might be the eldest daughter of some reclusive family.”
The whispers drifted into her ears, but Jiang Wenxi seemed oblivious, her steps unwavering. She nodded slightly, gesturing faintly to the eager guests, a distant smile playing on her lips—neither arrogant nor overly enthusiastic.
Jiang Kun followed half a step behind her, dressed in a sharp suit, his posture upright as a pine tree, his eyes sharp and steady, exuding the aura of someone accustomed to a position of power, effortlessly keeping out any unrelated people who might try to strike up a conversation.
Villa No. 3 was already packed with guests, a scene of elegant attire and clinking glasses.
When Jiang Wenxi appeared at the door, the noisy hall fell eerily silent for a moment.
All eyes were fixed on her—a moon-white cheongsam accentuated her slender figure, a mink shawl made her skin appear even whiter than snow, a jade hairpin held up her dark hair, her features were refined, her temperament calm yet sharp.
Add to that the butler behind her, whose every gesture was measured and disciplined, clearly a top-notch trainee.
No further words were needed; her appearance and presence alone were enough to command respect.
The guests instinctively stopped talking and stepped aside, making way for her.
No one gave orders or shouted; everyone’s actions carried an unspoken understanding.
After all, in this circle, keen observation is essential for survival. Someone who could handle Yin Mei and possessed such charisma was not someone they could easily associate with.
The Fu family members were already waiting at the entrance, their eyes frequently glancing towards the driveway, clearly waiting for Jiang Wenxi.
Soon, seeing her slowly approaching, Fu Shan, the eldest son of the Fu family, immediately led the young man beside him to greet her. Fu Shan wore a well-tailored dark bespoke suit, his every gesture exuding impeccable manners.