The unlimited black card is really appealing, but this system clearly doesn’t intend for her to become a super-rich tycoon so easily.
It seems that besides spending money, she’ll also need to find time to figure out how to unlock those hidden features and, incidentally, improve her appalling attribute panel.
[Ding! System issues first mission: Please, host, successfully enroll in the top-tier Magic Science University in Shanghai, assuming the persona of a wealthy heiress. Mission reward: 10 basic attribute points, 50 points.]
A cold, mechanical voice echoed in her mind, and Jiang Wenxi’s recently calmed frustration surged back up. She sat bolt upright on the sofa, gritting her teeth and growling inwardly, “System! You never said I’d have to go to school here!”
In her previous life, she’d endured countless exams and endless rote memorization to graduate with a bachelor’s degree. She’d finally achieved a life of leisure and wealth, and now she had to return to school?
And to a place like the Magic University, a place with ridiculously high entry requirements just from its name! [Host, your current identity is a 20-year-old heiress, the perfect age for university.] The system’s voice carried an undeniable air of authority. [Magic University is a top-tier institution in Shanghai and even nationwide, the first choice for children of the upper class. Enrollment is an essential step in integrating into this circle and a crucial part of becoming a tycoon.]
Jiang Wenxi rubbed her throbbing temples, waving her hand wearily, “Fine, fine, you’re right. It’s just school, what am I afraid of?”
Magic University, huh? The heiress persona, huh? She wanted to see what this so-called top university was really like.
She studied the light screen for a while, roughly memorizing the tempting items in the mall and the numbers on the attribute panels. Looking up at the wall clock, she realized it was already past ten.
Staying up late was bad for her health—a truth she’d learned through bitter experience in her past life. Jiang Wenxi dared not delay any longer. She turned off the system light screen, hurried back to her bedroom on the third floor, washed up, and plunged into bed, falling into a deep sleep almost immediately.
The next morning at seven o’clock, the smart alarm clock by her bedside rang precisely on time, its gentle music waking Jiang Wenxi from her sleep.
She slowly got up, washed up, changed into comfortable loungewear, and went downstairs. A delicate breakfast was already laid out in the dining room: milk, fried eggs, pancakes, and fruit salad—all her favorite flavors.
After breakfast, Jiang Wenxi didn’t return to the third floor but went straight to the living room on the first floor.
She had appointments with representatives from various brands today; she couldn’t keep them waiting too long.
At exactly eight-thirty, the villa’s door was knocked on time.
The servants guarding the door quickly stepped forward, carefully verifying the visitors’ identities before respectfully pushing open the heavy, carved wooden door.
Dozens of men and women instantly poured in: brand store managers in high-end suits, jewelry designers carrying toolboxes, and shop assistants carrying coat racks and bags of ready-made garments. Each person carried boxes and bags of various sizes, piling them up almost like a small mountain at the entrance.
These were key personnel from top luxury brands in Shanghai, accustomed to seeing the wealthy and famous, yet even they couldn’t help feeling a chill when standing at the entrance of Tan Palace No. 1 Villa.
After all, this was Tan Palace No. 1! The legendary most luxurious residence in Shanghai, a place countless people would kill to enter.
“Is this the interior of Villa No. 1? It’s so grand…” someone muttered to themselves, not daring to even lift their head, much less look around.
Those sent here were the most disciplined. Looking around in a client’s home was the most taboo thing to do.
Everyone held their breath, following the maid through the entrance hall into the ridiculously spacious reception room.
The next second, everyone’s gaze involuntarily fell on the sofa.
There, reclining on the creamy white velvet sofa, was a young woman. She wore a light pink silk nightgown, her long, black hair loosely tied in a bun, a few 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 (yōnglǎn, languid/lazy) air of nobility, a veritable young lady straight out of a wealthy romance novel.
The maid quickly approached Jiang Wenxi, bowing slightly, her voice clear and respectful: “Young Miss, your guests have all arrived.”
Hearing the maid’s words, everyone’s heart skipped a beat.
Young Miss.
Those three words carried an immense weight in their circle.
A “young lady” is at most a pampered mistress in a wealthy family, but a “young master” represents the future head of the family, a person of immense power and influence, whose status is comparable to that of the former patriarch.
Not to mention, the servants addressing them as “guests”—this honor flatters even the seasoned store managers.
They are merely service staff for a luxury brand; even store managers are just servants in the presence of truly elite families.
To be called “guests” by the owner of Villa No. 1 in the Tan Palace is a privilege not everyone enjoys.
The store managers exchanged glances, their initial perfunctory attitude towards serving the young woman vanishing instantly, replaced by utmost caution and respect.
They had been secretly calculating: yesterday, they received a call from Butler Jiang saying the villa’s owner was a young woman. They figured a young lady would likely sleep in, and arriving at 8:30 would be normal, even if they had to wait an hour or two.
To their utter surprise, the woman was not only already awake but also waiting for them in the reception room. Her punctuality and composure made them even more wary.
Hearing the voice, Jiang Wenxi slowly sat up straight. She casually smoothed the stray hairs falling over her shoulder, her movements languid yet exuding an air of refined elegance. Her gaze swept lightly over the man standing at the front, saying nothing, yet enough to make everyone instinctively hold their breath.
The man, clearly perceptive, immediately stepped forward, bowing slightly, his face plastered with a perfectly measured respectful smile, a hint of eager flattery in his eyes.
He presented his business card with both hands, his posture extremely humble: “Hello, Ms. Jiang, I am Zhou Ming, the store manager of Huanu Tianlun’s Shanghai branch. We’ve brought our brand’s latest haute couture and limited-edition jewelry, all globally debuting styles, specially reserved 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, subtly flattering Jiang Wenxi while simultaneously putting down the other brands.
Seeing this, the store managers from other brands immediately panicked.
A woman in a Chanel suit quickly pushed forward, holding a thick catalog: “Hello, Ms. Jiang! I’m the regional director of Xiangyun, we…”