The attic has all the information about the past and present, and I became rich by becoming a trader

Song Youan nodded calmly. There was no point in hiding her age.

The wife of the Marquis of Fuyang was also somewhat surprised when she heard this, but she remained calm and didn't show any sign of it. She simply asked, "Is Miss Song married? Does she have a husband or children?"

Everyone's eyes fell on Song Youan again.

She just shook her head calmly: "I have no husband and live alone in Kyoto."

This answer once again shocked everyone present.

If you are not married at the age of 22, it basically means you will never get married.

Even though Song Youan was very good-looking, she was still a little older. Only for some specific marriages would he marry a 22-year-old "old girl".

The people present didn't know what to say for a moment, and the atmosphere was a little stagnant.

The meal was not pleasant, but fortunately, the wife of Marquis Fuyang did not ask any other questions. Song Youan did not stay long after the meal and left in a hurry.

After serving Fuyang Hou's wife some soup after dinner, the nanny said after seeing the young masters and young ladies leave, "Madam, you've made a mistake this time."

Upon hearing this, the wife of the Marquis of Fuyang sighed softly: "Yes, I originally thought she was a girl who had just come of age, but I didn't expect she was already twenty-two years old."

"There's nothing to regret. The eldest young master is of noble status and will inherit the master's title in the future. Even if he takes a concubine, her family cannot be too low." The nanny said as she poured tea, "This Miss Song may have some abilities, but her family background is really not up to par."

The wife of the Marquis of Fuyang was silent for a moment, then suddenly looked up at the nanny and asked, "What do you think? Should we marry her to Lin'er?"

"Third Young Master?" The nanny was startled, but still told the truth: "Although Aunt Qiu usually listens to you, if this involves the Third Young Master's marriage, she may not agree."

"Madam, you should also know that Aunt Qiu is a person who appears weak on the outside but is hard on the inside. This is about the Third Young Master. If she argues with you about this, then the superficial peace that Madam has maintained with her over the years will be broken."

The wife of the Marquis of Fuyang naturally understood this, but she really wanted to bring Song Youan into the Marquis's mansion.

"Why is Madam so obsessed with Miss Song?" the nanny asked in confusion.

The wife of Marquis Fuyang just smiled lightly and did not answer the nanny.

What she was interested in was naturally not Song Youan's appearance, let alone her family background.

The biggest advantage that Song Youan has shown to the public at the moment is that he is "good at making money"!

Originally, she planned to let her eldest son take Song Youan as a concubine. With her abilities, she would surely make a fortune for the Marquis' Mansion and would also be a help to her eldest son in the future.

But after learning her age today, I gave up the idea. I couldn't let my eighteen-year-old son marry a twenty-two-year-old girl as a concubine and make him a laughing stock in Kyoto.

But he was reluctant to part with Song Youan, which made Zhu Lin interested in her. However, Zhu Lin was only sixteen years old this year.

"Let's discuss it later." The wife of Marquis Fuyang said helplessly.

Song Youan returned to the villa and packed up briefly. She had forgotten about the dinner at Fuyang Marquis' Mansion and had never thought that she had been targeted by someone who wanted her to marry as a concubine.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Song Youan appeared on the 22nd floor of Lanting on time.

In the private box at the end of the corridor, two men in suits stood upright. When they saw Song Youan coming, they couldn't help but reach out to stop him.

One of them said expressionlessly, "Miss, please wait. Please show me your invitation to this private party."

Song Youan smiled slightly, calmly took out the invitation from her bag and handed it to the other party.

The man opened it and took a look. After confirming that everything was correct, he stepped aside and opened the door for him personally: "Please come in."

It is called a private room, but in fact it is a small banquet hall. The moment the door opened, melodious piano sounds floated out.

Song Youan walked in slowly. There were about twenty people inside, all men.

As the only woman, she suddenly appeared and naturally attracted everyone's attention.

Chen Fei was holding a glass of wine and talking to someone. Seeing Song Youan coming, he hurried forward to greet her. However, before he could open his mouth to greet her, a surprised voice sounded first: "Youan?"

Song Youan hadn't found where Chen Fei was yet, and when she looked in the direction of the voice, she was stunned.

It’s Song Yan, her uncle.

"Why are you here?"

Song Yan walked over quickly with a gloomy expression. He raised his hand and pulled Song Youan to the wall, scolding her in a low voice: "How did you get in? Do you know where this is?"

Song Youan shook off Song Yan's hand in disgust, looked at him expressionlessly and said, "Of course I was invited. Did you see the invitation?"

Song Youan took out the invitation and waved it in front of Song Yan.

Song Yan was stunned, and his eyes were filled with shock.

He had spent a lot of effort to get the invitation to today's antique appreciation meeting. Unlike ordinary appreciation meetings, the entry threshold for this kind of appreciation meeting for high-end players is to produce an eye-opening treasure.

Two months ago, he happened to get a broken sword handle from the Western Zhou Dynasty, and after using several connections, he finally got a letter of recommendation.

But his niece casually took out an invitation in front of him?

He showed his undisguised disdain in his eyes: "Who invited you here? Why don't you do something else at your young age?"

"Uncle, what do you mean by that?" Song Youan's face darkened. "You don't think I'm here to be someone's female companion, do you?"

"Isn't it?" Song Yan sneered: "This is an antique appreciation meeting, it's not a place you can come to. Get out of here quickly and stop embarrassing me here!"

As Song Yan said this, he was about to kick Song Youan out. If other people present knew that his niece was someone's female companion, would he still have face?

"Miss Song."

Chen Fei just looked at her and thought that Song Youan had met someone she knew, but the more he looked, the more he felt something was wrong. Although he couldn't hear what they were saying, it was obvious that Miss Song's face was not looking good.

He stepped forward to say hello at the right time.

"Mr. Chen, someone here doesn't welcome me." Song Youan looked at Chen Fei with a cold expression.

Chen Fei frowned slightly and his eyes fell on Song Yan.

He didn't know Song Yan, but Song Yan knew him.

The person in charge of Longteng Real Estate Group, the youngest billionaire in the real estate industry, no one in the business world should be unaware of his name.

"Hello, Mr. Chen, it's just a misunderstanding." Song Yan, an old hand, immediately thought quickly and took the initiative to greet him.

It turns out that Youan is Chen Fei's female companion. Chen Fei is only 28 years old this year, and he is of the right age to Song Youan, so this will not cause any criticism.

Song Yan was afraid that Song Youan was brought by some old man.

"Who is this?" Chen Fei ignored Song Yan and just looked at Song Youan and asked.

Song Youan turned her face away and didn't bother to explain. She didn't want to have anything to do with Song Yan yet. It would be best if everyone in the Song family stayed away from her.