Morning sunlight spilled into the vast bedroom, golden beams filtering through crystal curtains. Su Ning stirred beneath silk sheets, her eyes opening to chandeliers glittering above her. For a heartbeat, she simply lay there, staring in disbelief at the grandeur around her.
Then she rose, walking barefoot across soft carpets into the closet. Her breath caught.
There, hanging at the center, was a uniform—crisp, immaculate, of finer fabric than the one she'd been given before. Its stitching glimmered faintly, the cut designed to flatter her figure. A high-grade Fuyuan Academy uniform.
She brushed her fingers over it. Compared to her old, wrinkled uniform, this one was like royalty.
"System," she murmured softly, "you think of everything."
'Host deserves to rise with dignity.' the system's cold voice shimmed.
A smile played on her lips. She changed, the fabric fitting her perfectly. Her hair, glossy and dark from the beauty pill, framed her face like silk. For the first time, the mirror reflected not a broken girl, but someone destined to command.
When she descended the villa steps, a sleek black car awaited—one of the tailored vehicles reserved only for residents of Fengshang Estate. The driver bowed respectfully as he opened the door.
As the car cruised smoothly along the highway, the sunlight glinted against the tinted windows, painting Su Ning's delicate profile in gold. She was calm, yet her mind was already moving ahead, calculating her next step.
Just then—
'Ding! System Notification'
The familiar mechanical chime rang in her head. Su Ning's eyes sharpened.
'New Mission
Task: Obtain the recognition of a high-ranking figure at Yinhai International Bank.
'Mission Rewards:
70 percent shares of Imperial Skies International Hotel
A limited-edition Phantom IX sports car
10 million yuan
Penalty for failure: 50 percent loss of host's asset.'
Her breath hitched
The Imperial Skies International Hotel wasn't just a building—it was a fortress of influence. One of the most luxurious, seven-star high-rises in the entire country, its glass walls were where politics and business were quietly decided behind silk curtains. It hosted world leaders, royal families, and the richest tycoons on a regular basis. Whoever controlled Imperial Skies, controlled the city's heartbeat. And now, she would.
The Phantom IX Sports Car, on the other hand, was legend in itself. She had seen it on tv during it's launch about two months ago. Sleek, black as midnight, its body was crafted from a rare alloy, and only three existed in the entire country. It wasn't a vehicle—it was a moving throne, a symbol of status even heirs to great families could only dream about. Owning one was enough to silence any arrogant laughter.
Su Ning's lips curled into a slow, dangerous smile. Her blood buzzed, her heart pounded, yet her face stayed calm and elegant.
The air itself seemed to hum around her, as though even fate bowed to her new destiny.
The ride itself was smooth, the car humming with quiet power. But Su Ning's destination was not school—not yet.
She directed the driver to the Yinhai International Bank.
The bank was an imposing structure, bustling with businessmen, socialites, and heirs of the elite. Conversations faltered the moment Su Ning entered. Heads turned—not at her uniform, but at the aura of calmness in her steps.
Then she reached the counter. With steady hands, she withdrew a sleek card from her purse and placed it on the polished counter.
The teller's eyes flicked down.
For a moment, silence. Then the color drained from his face. His breath hitched audibly.
"T–this… this is…" His voice broke. His hands trembled so violently he nearly dropped the card.
Whispers spread like wildfire among the waiting elites.
"A black premium card?"
"Impossible—those are a myth!"
"Wait, look at her uniform… Fuyuan Academy?!"
People's voices dropped to fearful murmurs. If a student had such a card, then who was backing her? What hidden power lay behind her unassuming appearance?
The teller stammered an apology before pressing a button beneath the counter. Seconds later, the bank director himself hurried out, his suit immaculate, his forehead already slick with sweat.
"Honored guest," the director said, bowing deeply. "Please, this way."
Gasps echoed as Su Ning was led—not to a VIP room, but to the grand director's personal office on the highest floor.
There, she was treated to tea in porcelain cups worth more than her old rent. The director himself processed her withdrawal—20,000 yuan, given in stacks as if it were pocket change.
And yet, the director treated her with the reverence one would give royalty.
As he escorted her back down to her car, bowing at every step, he whispered hoarsely, "Please, Young Miss, forgive any negligence today. Your name will remain confidential. The bank will protect your privacy at all costs."
Su Ning gave a small, cool smile. "Good"
When she left, his hands shook so badly he nearly dropped his phone. The moment her car disappeared, he was already dialing.
"Minister of Finance… urgent news. A black card holder appeared today… in Fuyuan Academy's uniform."
By the time the sun climbed higher, the news had traveled across secret lines. Ministers, tycoons, even shadowed political figures all heard whispers of the mystery student.
Back at Fuyuan Academy, the principal was just sipping tea when the call reached him.
"What?" His hands trembled. Hot tea spilled across his papers. "A black premium card… in my school?"
His face paled. He knew well—none of the ROYAL 6, not even their families, held such a card. Even the wealthiest families of City F were far beneath such privileges.
If a student possessed it and could remind low profile… then that student was no ordinary child. That was a hidden dragon, one that could overturn the school—even the city itself.
He immediately ordered a quiet investigation. But the more calls he made, the more blocked he became.
Meanwhile, the poor bank director—bombarded by endless inquiries from high-profile figures—could no longer withstand the pressure. By afternoon, he had shut down the bank and fled abroad in his private jet, unwilling to risk offending a being far above his reach.
When Su Ning arrived at school, the hush was deafening.
Students turned, eyes widening. Gasps echoed.
"Is that Su Ning?"
"She's… beautiful."
"Her uniform looks different… high grade?"
Even Shen Luoluo and her friends faltered, stunned by her transformation. But envy quickly twisted their expressions.
"Looks like she found herself a sugar daddy," Shen Mixi sneered.
"Yes," Lu Shasha smirked, "no wonder she's glowing. Must be from rolling in money that isn't hers."
The taunts rang out, waiting for Su Ning to shrink.
Instead, Su Ning's eyes narrowed, her voice sharp as glass.
"Meet me in the garden."
Her tone carried such authority that silence fell instantly.
Later, when they arrived, she tossed the thick stack of cash at their feet. Notes fluttered like fallen leaves.
"There's your twenty thousand," she said coolly. "Now—apologize."
They gaped. For a moment, none moved.
Shen Luoluo's lips curled. "What if we don't, what can you do?"
"Apologize? To you? Stop dreaming, Su Ning. Everyone knows you are just a poor miserable girl who probably bribed her way into some old letcher's—"
Slap!
The crack rang sharp across the garden. Shen Luoluo staggered back, clutching her cheek, her eyes wide in disbelief.
"You—!"
But Su Ning's cold gaze silenced her. Without another word, Su Ning turned and walked away, her figure straight, unbending.
In the principal's office, she sat elegantly, crossing her legs, her expensive purse gleaming beside her.
"What can I do for you, Student—"
He stopped to glance at her name plate. There were thousands of students in Fuyuan, he probably wouldn't recognize her as a student without her uniform.
He only took note of students who donated much to the school.
"Su Ning" he completed.
"I want Shen Luoluo and her friends to apologize to me publicly for bulling me," she said evenly. "In the cafeteria. In front of everyone."
The principal's face darkened. "Student Su Ning, do you think this is a place where—"
Then she slipped the black premium card onto his desk. "I wonder if this makes me worthy"
The words died in his throat. His eyes widened, his face drained of blood. Sweat broke out instantly.
He jumped up from his seat, stumbled back before dropping to his knees.
"Forgive me, Young Miss! Forgive my blindness! Your orders will be carried out immediately—immediately!"
Su Ning smirked, retrieving the card as she stood up "Good." She turned to leave.
"And one more thing—" She glanced at him "No one must know it's me."
The principal bowed so low his forehead nearly struck the floor. "As you command."
When she left, he was still kneeling, trembling as though he had just glimpsed a god.