The Su family is a wealthy and powerful family.
As the saying goes, wealth doesn't last three generations.
The Su family had accumulated wealth and power over ten generations, as well as financial, material, and human resources.
The Hall of Mental Cultivation is a massive underwater palace built by the Su family over ten generations. It covers an area of 3,900 hectares, equivalent to ten Disney parks in S City.
Su Wanwan is the eleventh generation heir of the Su family's wealth and the only surviving heir of the Su family.
Her fingerprints—the fingerprints of her index, middle, ring, and thumb—were imprinted on various cat-paw-shaped patterns in the Hall of Mental Cultivation at birth.
The door to the Hall of Mental Cultivation will open as long as the four fingers fit perfectly with the cat's paw on the door.
The lock hanging on the door of the Hall of Mental Cultivation was merely a cover.
The palace was resplendent in gold and jade. As soon as Su Wanwan's fingerprint was activated, the palace would automatically turn on the power.
The interior palace design resembles a huge stadium, with countless gates in every direction.
Besides food, it contains everything else that can be found in the outside world, including the Su family history and portraits of Su family ancestors.
Su Wanwan carried Su Xingzhou on her back, and Su Yuanxin carried Li Wenyan into the palace. They arrived at the bedroom on the thirtieth floor, where the two of them put them to rest.
Su Yuanxin talked to his daughter about the Su family's architectural history.
"When this palace was built, there wasn't this much water underneath. Later, the sea gradually submerged this place, which is a good thing for the Su family."
Su Wanwan was amazed by the craftsmen who had created such a magnificent art palace. "I thought they had built it underwater in this area back then."
Su Yuanxin shook his head and walked through the Su family's famous corridor. He explained little by little, "Actually, the Su family has quite a few descendants, but they were all wiped out in this competition. It was a twenty-year-long destruction. Now, only you and I are left of the Su family bloodline. Wanwan, if you don't have the strength, don't open the Hall of Mental Cultivation easily. I don't want the efforts of ten generations of the Su family to be wasted. Choosing your fingerprint as the key to the Hall of Mental Cultivation seems to be preordained."
Su Wanwan asked in bewilderment, "Dad, why did you choose my fingerprint as the key to the Hall of Mental Cultivation when the Su family was so powerful and had some of the most famous people in the world, and you were of a lower status than my uncles and aunts?"
Su Yuanxin explained to Su Wanwan in a serious tone: "You may not believe it, but back then, the Su family organized an IQ test, and your IQ was the lowest in the entire family."
Su Wanwan: "..."
"As the saying goes, the most dangerous place is the safest place. That's why the Su family decided to make you the key to the Hall of Mental Cultivation. Nineteen years ago, the Su family said that the key to the Hall of Mental Cultivation had been abandoned among the people. Even now, nineteen years later, people are still searching for the whereabouts of the key to the Hall of Mental Cultivation. Back then, in order to save our lives, we had to go to the countryside to live in seclusion and stay away from the crowds. But the conflicts are still there. Your father is tired."
Su Wanwan followed behind her father, suddenly unable to say a word.
Su Yuanxin raised his hand and pointed to a butterfly statue in front of Su Wanwan, saying, "This butterfly statue weighs 45 kilograms and is worth ten million. Wanwan, secretly take it out and sell it to pay off my debts. You can keep the rest as pocket money."
Su Wanwan was shocked. Here, money didn't seem like money, and gold didn't seem like gold.
But she refused: "Dad, no need. I've really made money from live streaming recently, and I can help you pay it back. Besides, taking things out to sell now would only arouse suspicion."
Su Yuanxin patted Su Wanwan on the back, then turned and walked towards the bedroom. "Okay, let's leave here quickly so that the people don't wait at the door."
Su Wanwan was puzzled, but she didn't ask.
She was lucky; when she left, there was no one at the intersection, and when Jiang Shengjun arrived with his men, they saw the four members of the Su family standing at the door.
"Wanwan!"
Jiang Shengjun rushed over and hugged her.
Su Wanwan hugged his waist and patted him, "I'm fine, Jiang Shengjun."
On the way home, Su Wanwan pretended to be asleep and remained silent.
Since her father, mother, and Su Xingzhou were unwilling to return to the Jiang family with Su Wanwan, Jiang Shengjun had no choice but to order someone to send the stubborn children home.
The next day.
Su Wanwan is trending on social media again.
The Su family arrived at the entrance of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, seemingly as if the hall was opening.
The various powerful families surrounded the exits of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, waiting for the Su family to open the doors.
Upon seeing this, Su Wanwan began to feel worried.
Their family only fell into one of the gates of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, yet they attracted public attention. If one day it were revealed that she was the key to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, what a chaotic world it would be.
As she was looking around, Su Wanwan saw a trending topic about herself.
[A wealthy businessman surnamed Jiang has officially sued netizens in his wife's livestream room for disrespecting her!]
Su Wanwan: 6.
Let him be.
She wanted to focus on recovering from her injury and had promised Jiang Shengjun to reduce her live streams.
She just films videos when she has some free time.
"Young Madam, Ms. Ouyang is looking for you," the butler called.
Su Wanwan greeted the guest at home: "Quickly, let her in."
When they met, Ouyang Maomao brought Su Wanwan some medicine to treat her wounds.
"Wanwan, I saw on the news that you were injured. I was really worried. Those violent debt collectors are so rude!" Ouyang Maomao opened the first-aid kit and gently cleaned Su Wanwan's wound with a cotton swab.
Su Wanwan shook her head: "It's okay, they were just following orders. My dad lost too much money gambling."
Ouyang Maomao spoke up for her: "Wanwan, between your father and you, who is the younger generation, I think it's a bit absurd. From childhood to adulthood, you're the one who earns money for them to spend."
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