Chapter 10: The Discovery That Chen JiaZhi Is the Heiress of the Su Family

The Jinhuang Entertainment City is the premier leisure venue in Jing City, favored by many wealthy elites seeking relaxation and amusement.

Although Shen Yanzhi is a man of principle, he is, after all, the scion of a wealthy family, and certain social engagements are inevitable. He was no stranger to such places.

He arrived punctually.

Inside the private room he had reserved in advance, quite a number of people had already gathered.

They were all young masters and daughters of Jing City’s elite families, acquaintances who occasionally crossed paths at gatherings or other grand occasions.

When Shen Yanzhi’s figure appeared at the door, the lively atmosphere within the room surged to an even higher pitch:

“Wow, Brother Shen! You actually came!”

“Peng Feng, you’ve done a great job keeping this a secret! You didn’t say a word about Brother Shen’s coming until now!”

Peng Feng grinned proudly, immediately putting down the dice in his hand and approaching Shen Yanzhi. “Brother Shen, thank you for coming to my birthday party today. I sent you a message earlier, planning to come pick you up, but you didn’t reply…”

“I didn’t check my phone just now,” Shen Yanzhi said, stepping inside without much concern. “You told me the room number, so I knew where to come. No need for all that fuss.”

Peng Feng knew Shen Yanzhi was straightforward and sincere; such words meant he truly didn’t mind. Smiling, he quickly welcomed him in.

After Shen Yanzhi entered, the others in the room obediently greeted him.

Though all were of the same generation, it was rare to find someone like Shen Yanzhi who already managed a company across generations.

While the others were still living as young heirs and heiresses under their families’ roofs, Shen Yanzhi had been at the helm of the Shen Group for four years—that was the difference.

Shen Yanzhi nodded and chose a secluded corner to sit.

Peng Feng immediately instructed the waitstaff to bring Shen Yanzhi some fruit and drinks.

Once seated, the previously quiet corner suddenly became a hot spot; one after another, people carrying glasses came over, racking their brains to strike up conversation and make themselves known to Shen Yanzhi.

Chi Yu, who had been quietly charging in Shen Yanzhi’s pocket, was suddenly pulled out.

“I’m stepping out to make a call,” Shen Yanzhi announced to the group and stood to leave the room. The others could only watch his tall, upright figure disappear through the door.

The phone call was merely an excuse. The air inside the room felt stifling, so Shen Yanzhi stepped out onto the balcony to catch some fresh air.

He was not addicted to his phone; even in these dull moments, he merely stood quietly, letting the cold breeze wash over him.

“Manman, why did you drag me here? Aren’t we going back inside?”

A soft, delicate female voice suddenly sounded behind him.

With footsteps approaching, another girl named Manman replied irritably, “Not yet. We’ll go back later. I feel like I’m about to suffocate here!”

The soft voice asked, “What’s wrong?”

The two stopped near the door, not stepping out onto the balcony. Shen Yanzhi was positioned in a corner of the balcony, partially concealed by heavy curtains near the door, so they did not notice him standing there.

By the time Shen Yanzhi was about to speak, it was too late.

“Hmph!” Manman sneered. “Before coming, I really thought the Su family’s returned heiress would be kind and clever. But look at her—fluttering about like a butterfly, her words dripping with slyness and duplicity. What’s the difference between her and those low-level gold diggers?”

“I can’t believe my father told me to get along with her before we came, saying how impressive she was. She even helped the Su family secure that development project in Huai City right after returning. What a disappointment!” Wen Qingman said bitterly. If that Su heiress hadn’t deliberately spilled a drink on her skirt and written her name backwards, she might have had a better impression.

The soft-voiced girl recalled the scenes inside the room and quietly formed a similar opinion of the Su family’s returned true heiress, but she said nothing, instead gently patting her friend’s arm. “It’s okay. If we don’t like her, we won’t come again. At most, we can just nod politely if we meet in other places.”

After a brief chat, the two left arm in arm.

Chi Yu and Shen Yanzhi had been forced eavesdropping the entire time.

Chi Yu had no idea how Shen Yanzhi felt; she was hiding inside the phone, a little curious.

The Su family’s returned true heiress?

Apparently, a few days ago, one of Shen Yanzhi’s friends had mentioned her during a call.

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Shen Yanzhi stood on the balcony only briefly before turning back into the private room.

During the ten or so minutes he was gone, the room remained lively and seemed to have gained a few more guests, all there to support Peng Feng.

Young people gathered together, laughter and joyous chatter filling the air.

Shen Yanzhi returned to his corner seat, uninterested in joining the festivities.

Seeing this, Peng Feng worried he might be left out in the cold and invited Shen Yanzhi to the adjacent smaller room to play mahjong.

Several tables were already set up there, the crisp sounds of mahjong tiles occasionally echoing out.

Shen Yanzhi shook his head, declining. “No need to look after me. I’ll just sit for a while and then leave.”

The room was filled with a pleasant, tipsy haze. Dim lights cast shadows that outlined the man’s refined and handsome features—high nose bridge and sharp angles on his face, exuding a cool, poised demeanor. Sitting lazily on a single sofa with legs crossed, his brows and eyes bore a calm clarity. Even in the corner, he was the center of attention.

When newcomers noticed Shen Yanzhi, their gazes were drawn to his exceptional appearance and aura. Some were tempted to approach, but were quickly stopped by those aware of his identity.

Midway through the gathering, Zeng Jinglong returned from the restroom, followed by a lively group of more than ten young men and women.

Zeng Jinglong smiled at Peng Feng. “Peng Feng, look who I ran into when I went to the bathroom!”

He stepped aside to reveal the large entourage behind him, all dressed in designer brands, exuding an air of nobility—clearly well-nurtured young masters and heiresses.

Pretending to complain, they said:

“Peng Feng, you’re so inconsiderate! You didn’t even invite us to your birthday party!”

“Exactly! If we hadn’t bumped into Jinglong in the hallway, we wouldn’t have even known you were here!”

Peng Feng was momentarily stunned.

Jing City wasn’t too big or too small; people in the same circles naturally knew each other to some degree.

These acquaintances were familiar but not particularly close.

For a simple birthday gathering, of course he invited only close friends or those whose favor he needed to maintain, like Shen Yanzhi.

Inviting distant acquaintances so suddenly could come off as annoying.

But such thoughts Peng Feng kept to himself.

He quickly recovered, wearing a look of being flattered. “Please, come in! I’m truly grateful you came to celebrate my birthday. I’ll punish myself with three drinks later to liven things up…”

“Hahaha! That’s Peng Feng for you—so generous!” someone laughed heartily.

One after another, they entered.

Most people inside the room knew each other and soon sat together chatting.

“Come, come,” Gu Mingyue, the daughter of the Gu family, suddenly pushed a well-made-up young woman forward and introduced her: “Let me introduce everyone—this is Chen Jiazhi, the Su family’s heiress, and she’s a good sister of mine! Get familiar with her so we can all hang out!”

Chi Yu, tucked safely in Shen Yanzhi’s pocket, had barely noticed the commotion until she heard a familiar name.

Jia... Jiazhi?

Before she could ponder further, a voice very familiar to her rang out inside the room:

“Hello everyone, I am Chen Jiazhi. It’s a pleasure to meet you all.”