Chapter 75: Revelations at the Central Simo Bank

Feng Yan sat quietly on the edge of her bed in the dormitory, her gaze distant as she stared out the window. The sun cast a warm glow over the campus, but her mind was elsewhere, lost in the myriad of revelations that had unfolded recently. The time difference within her spatial space had taken her by surprise. One day in the outside world equated to a full month inside her space. It was a staggering realization, one that opened up endless possibilities for her cultivation and growth.

But what weighed heavily on her mind now were the mysterious bank cards she had discovered in the treasure room of the grand palace within her space. The cards bore the emblem of the Central Simo Bank, the most prestigious financial institution in the country. Known for its exclusivity, only the elite of the elite held accounts there. Feng Yan had never dreamed that she would possess something so significant.

She held one of the cards between her fingers, feeling the smooth, cold surface. It was different from any bank card she had ever seen—sleek, black, with golden inscriptions that seemed to glow faintly. There was a weight to it, not just physically but in the aura it exuded. It symbolized power and influence, and she couldn't help but wonder what secrets it held.

Her curiosity gnawed at her. Who had placed these cards in her space? Was it her original family, the ones who had gone to such lengths to protect her? If so, what was the purpose of these cards? How much wealth did they represent?

Feng Yan was not one to sit idle when questions needed answers. Decision made, she slipped the cards into her wallet and grabbed her coat. She preferred action over hesitation. Without wasting another moment, she left the dormitory and hailed a cab to take her to the Central Simo Bank.

The imposing facade of the Central Simo Bank loomed before her as she stepped out of the cab. The building was a masterpiece of modern architecture, all glass and steel, exuding an air of authority and sophistication. Businessmen and women in sharp suits moved in and out of the revolving doors, their expressions focused and serious.

Feng Yan took a deep breath, steadying herself before walking towards the entrance. She was dressed simply in a fitted black turtleneck and dark jeans, but there was an undeniable elegance in her posture. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her eyes held a cold maturity that belied her youthful appearance.

As she entered the grand lobby, she couldn't help but admire the opulence. Marble floors gleamed under the soft lighting, and art pieces adorned the walls. Crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, casting a warm glow over the plush seating areas. The air was filled with the faint scent of expensive cologne and polished wood.

She approached the customer care section, where a young employee sat behind a sleek desk. The nameplate read "Li Wei." He looked up as she approached, offering a professional smile.

"Good afternoon, miss. How may I assist you today?" Li Wei asked politely.

Feng Yan reached into her wallet and pulled out one of the cards, placing it on the desk. "I'd like to check the balance on this card," she said calmly.

Li Wei's eyes fell on the card, and his smile faltered slightly. He picked it up carefully, examining it with a mixture of surprise and confusion. The card was unlike the standard ones issued by the bank. It was an elite card, reserved for the most esteemed clients.

"One moment, please," he said, his tone now more respectful. He typed some information into his computer, scanning the card through a specialized reader. As he read the results on his screen, his eyes widened, and he glanced back at Feng Yan, a hint of disbelief in his expression.

"Miss, if you wouldn't mind, I believe it would be best for our branch manager to assist you further," Li Wei said cautiously. "Please, follow me."

Feng Yan nodded, her face remaining impassive even as curiosity swirled within her. She followed Li Wei through the lobby and into a private elevator. The ride up was silent, and she could feel the young man's nervous energy beside her.

The elevator doors opened to reveal a luxurious office space. Rich mahogany desks, floor-to-ceiling windows with panoramic views of the city, and tasteful artwork created an atmosphere of understated wealth. Li Wei led her to a large office at the end of the hall.

The door was already open, and inside sat a distinguished-looking man in his fifties. His silver hair was impeccably groomed, and he wore a tailored suit that spoke of high status. He looked up as they entered, his sharp eyes immediately assessing Feng Yan.

"Manager Zhao, this is Miss..." Li Wei began, realizing he hadn't asked for her name.

"Feng Yan," she supplied smoothly.

"Miss Feng Yan," Li Wei continued. "She has a card that requires your attention."

Manager Zhao stood up, extending his hand. "Miss Feng, please have a seat," he said warmly. "Thank you, Li Wei. I'll take it from here."

Li Wei bowed slightly and left the room, closing the door behind him.

Feng Yan sat gracefully in the leather chair opposite the manager's desk. Manager Zhao resumed his seat, his gaze never leaving her. He placed the card on the desk between them.

"Miss Feng, how may I assist you today?" he asked, his tone courteous but with a hint of curiosity.

Feng Yan met his gaze steadily. "I recently came into possession of these cards," she said, pulling out the rest and laying them neatly on the desk. "They were given to me by my parents. I'd like to know their uses and the balances associated with each."

Manager Zhao's eyes flickered over the cards, and she could see the moment recognition dawned on him. His demeanor shifted subtly, becoming even more respectful.

"Of course," he replied. "I will need to verify some information, if you don't mind."

"Not at all," Feng Yan replied.

He proceeded to ask her a series of security questions, which she answered with ease. They pertained to her personal information, some of which she had only recently discovered through the revelations in her spatial space.

Satisfied with her answers, Manager Zhao turned to his computer and began accessing the accounts linked to the cards. As he typed, Feng Yan observed him closely. His expression remained professional, but she did not miss the slight widening of his eyes as he reviewed the data.

"Miss Feng," he began carefully, "I can confirm that these accounts are indeed registered under your name."

He paused, choosing his words thoughtfully. "The cards you possess are of the highest tier we offer—unlimited accounts with special privileges."

Feng Yan's expression remained calm, but internally she was astonished. Unlimited accounts? The implications were staggering.

"Could you elaborate on the privileges?" she asked.

"Certainly," Manager Zhao replied. "These cards grant you access to all our services without limitation. You have priority status at all branches worldwide, access to exclusive investment opportunities, and personal financial advisors at your disposal. Additionally, one of these cards serves as a key to a private vault within our bank."

Feng Yan's eyes flickered with surprise. "A private vault?"

"Yes," he confirmed. "It appears that there is a safety deposit box registered under your name. It has been securely stored here for some time."

She leaned back slightly, processing this new information. A private vault could hold anything—documents, valuables, perhaps more clues about her family.

"May I access this vault now?" she inquired.

"Of course, Miss Feng. We can arrange that immediately," Manager Zhao said, standing up. "If you'll follow me."

As they made their way through the corridors of the bank, Feng Yan couldn't help but reflect on the unexpected turn of events. The wealth and resources suddenly at her disposal were beyond anything she had imagined. But more importantly, they could provide answers about her past.

They arrived at a secure area guarded by heavy steel doors and advanced security systems. Manager Zhao led her through several checkpoints, each requiring verification. Finally, they stood before a large vault door.

He gestured towards a card reader. "If you would, please place your card here and input your personal code."

Feng Yan did as instructed. The system beeped in acknowledgment, and with a soft hiss, the vault door unlocked. Inside was a private room lined with safety deposit boxes.

Manager Zhao led her to one particular box. "This is yours," he said, stepping back to give her privacy. "Take all the time you need. If you require assistance, please let me know."

"Thank you," she replied.

Once he had exited the room, Feng Yan turned to the box. Her heart beat faster as she opened it, unsure of what she would find.