After all, for scions of top-tier wealthy families like theirs, choosing a major in university is hardly a surprise.
Finance is almost everyone’s first choice, since only by thoroughly understanding the rules of capital can one better control the future of the family. Even if they have older siblings, they still need to study.
Jiang Xunye, Ma Yun, and Fu Siya, who are all present, are all finance students.
“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, “Yes, yes! I’ve been worried about not having any fun lately, it’ll be a good opportunity to see if there are any little things that catch my eye.”
Jiang Xunye put down his wine glass, lightly tapping the rim with his fingertip, and said gently, “I’m free at the moment, I can go.”
The three of them immediately turned their gazes to Jiang Wenxi, and Fu Siya leaned closer, asking excitedly, “Wenxi, are you going?”
Jiang Wenxi’s fingers paused slightly, her mind racing. Private auctions of this level have extremely high entry requirements; ordinary wealthy people can’t get an invitation even if they spend a lot of money, you must have a matching status and position.
But she wasn’t worried—the system shop had many good items, maybe even a direct invitation to the auction.
Just as she was about to say “let’s see,” Fu Siya preemptively patted her arm, her tone confident:
“The invitations should be arriving in the next couple of days. Perhaps yours, Wenxi, has already been delivered to the Tan Palace No. 1 residence!” Upon
hearing this, the others in the private room nodded in agreement.
Indeed! Given Jiang Wenxi’s status as the owner of Tan Palace No. 1, the auction organizers would be too busy currying favor to overlook her.
Looking at the confident expressions of the crowd, Jiang Wenxi’s lips curved into a faint smile, and she decisively replied, “Okay, I’ll go.”
When the banquet ended, the night was already thick. 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 silver light.
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 that perfectly enveloped the four people waiting there.
The Fu siblings stood side by side. Fu Yunzhe, dressed in a well-tailored dark gray suit, stood tall and straight, his brows displaying the composure and competence characteristic of a scion of a prominent family. His gaze was fixed on a figure not far away, filled with a mixture of inquiry and seriousness,
Beside him, Fu Siya wore a pale yellow evening gown, the rhinestones on the hem sparkling under the lights. She had shed her playful and mischievous demeanor from the banquet, her face showing a rare seriousness, 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 collarbones, 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 hint of amusement in his eyes, yet he dared not show the slightest disrespect.
Jiang Xunye, the eldest son of the Jiang family, stood a little further away. His moon-white suit accentuated his gentle, refined demeanor, his understated elegance like a spring drizzle, nourishing silently.
He stood with his hands clasped in front of him, his expression serene, yet his eyes were deep and unfathomable, taking in everything around him, including the undisguised astonishment of the guests.
At this moment, many guests were still outside the villa, chatting in small groups in the courtyard.
When they saw these young masters and princesses from Shanghai’s top families, all surrounding a young woman and waiting at the door with unusual solemnity, everyone instinctively stopped talking, their gazes turning in their direction, utterly astonished.
“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 come to see her off, isn’t that a huge honor? When did such a person appear in Shanghai?”
The middle-aged man next to him nodded slightly, his eyes following Jiang Wenxi’s figure, and said thoughtfully:
“Needless to say? Besides that recently 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 finally welcomed its true owner. I heard that his background is unfathomable.”
“No wonder Old Master Fu praised her so highly at the banquet today, and even chatted with her for a long time. Her background is so powerful!”
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 showed no fear in front of these privileged young men. Truly extraordinary.”
The whispers drifted in like fine rain, but Jiang Wenxi seemed oblivious.
She looked up at the people before her, her eyes revealing a composure beyond her years.
A faint smile curved her lips, her tone calm yet polite, like a gentle spring breeze, warm yet powerful: “Alright, no need to see me off, we’re at the door.”
She paused, her gaze sweeping over Fu Yunzhe, Fu Siya, Ma Yun, and Jiang Xunye, a subtle warmth in her eyes:
“We live in the same villa area, so we’re neighbors, you know. We’ll see each other all the time, so just drop by when you have time.”
Fu Siya immediately smiled and nodded, her eyes gleaming with undisguised anticipation:
“Great! Wenxi! It’s a deal then, we absolutely have to meet at the auction next weekend! I want to chat with you a bit more!”
Jiang Wenxi nodded slightly, accepting the invitation. Then she turned around, her movements fluid and elegant.
Uncle Jiang, who was already waiting respectfully beside the Rolls-Royce Wraith, saw her turn around and immediately stepped forward, carefully opening the car door. He gently placed his arm on the door frame, afraid she might bump her head.
Jiang Wenxi bent down and sat inside, 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 maids 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 Jiang Wenxi’s off-white cashmere coat, folded it neatly, and held it in her arms, saying softly, “Miss, you must be tired from your journey.”
Jiang Wenxi gave a faint “Mm” 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.