Regarding the matter of awakening lightning abilities after transformation

"Hmm, almost over." On the other end of the screen, the paper rustled. Gu Cheng stretched and rubbed her sore shoulders. Usually at this time, Su Wanxi would gently hug her from behind, her soft chest pressed tightly against her back.

Of course, if circumstances allow, she can also enjoy the other person's gentle and delicate massage techniques.

"Be good~"

......

Her expressions became more varied... Ever since Su Wanxi started looking at her phone, Su Yuanjun had been subtly observing her out of the corner of his eye.

Her eyes shimmered with tears when she received a response, her delicate brows furrowed slightly when she was upset, and even the corners of her lips seemed to carry a vibrant yet unfamiliar curve. Su Yuanjun rarely saw Su Wanxi like this, or rather, in his memory, she had always been aloof and unsmiling.

"Father already knows...about that Miss Gu." Su Yuanjun wasn't sure what his attitude was when he spoke; he only felt it was jarring, even more jarring than the feeling Su Wanshan had once given him. Su Wanxi paused for a moment, then quickly turned off the screen with a blank expression.

"Big brother knows too?" Su Yuanjun lowered his tone and his voice was slightly hoarse. He nodded, and the other party's reaction was just as he had expected.

The car was silent. Su Wanxi twitched her lips a few times, then pursed them tightly. She stopped looking at her phone and turned her head to look out the window.

Although she had prepared in advance, she still couldn't help but feel flustered when the moment actually arrived.

......

As the car drove into the manor, the setting sun could be seen through the car window, casting a brilliant golden hue over the trees and eaves. Su Yuanjun lived with his father in the old house, while his siblings, Su Wanshan and Su Wanxi, each owned properties in Beidu, only returning to stay for about ten days during the Lunar New Year.

As I carried my suitcase into the living room, a furry little ball of flesh suddenly rushed into my arms.

"Meow..." Looking down, she saw two adorable pink paws resting on her chest, their sky-blue pupils sparkling. Su Wanxi took off her boots, hung her trench coat on the hanger, and took the opportunity to stroke its fur. Even after a year apart, Xiao Sang was still so clingy... After scratching its belly and head, the Ragdoll cat comfortably nestled on the woman's lap.

"Father is waiting for you on the second floor..." After helping with the luggage, Su Yuanjun went straight upstairs, leaving only one person and one cat in the living room.

After petting Xiao Sang for a while, Su Wanxi felt much calmer.

She'd have to face it sooner or later... she just didn't know how much he knew... She'd previously asked An Zhishui to change Gu Cheng's personal information, so it should be in time. Dragging her weary body up the stairs, Su Wanxi swallowed almost imperceptibly.

"Please come in." Pushing open the door, the temperature was noticeably several degrees lower than on the first floor. Her father sat in the center of the sofa, with a man and a woman opposite him. Su Wanxi narrowed her eyes and walked lightly without making a sound.

Su Changqing glanced at his daughter, his face serious.

"Sit next to me."

Su Wanxi obediently did as she was told, her fair face cold and indifferent. Judging from this alone, the father and daughter were indeed of the same ilk.

"Xiao Xi is back..." The man sitting opposite her held a teacup, his eyebrows and hair covered with a transparent frost. When he spoke, it seemed as if even the air itself would freeze.

Chapter 177 (Section 181)

With slightly graying temples, a high and prominent nose, and a distinctively broad jaw, Su Wanxi recognized the middle-aged man as Su Yansheng, who possessed the A+ level ability "Frost," and was also her uncle.

As Su Wanxi entered the house from the heated living room, she was only wearing a thin outer garment. Upon seeing this, Su Changqing frowned and casually tossed her a thick coat from the sofa.

"Put it on." The tone was firm and left no room for argument.

Su Wanxi took the coat, draped it over her shoulder, and continued to look at them. It had been almost three or four years since the uncle and nephew had last seen each other.

There was no breakthrough in "Frost"... Su Yansheng's hands and cheeks were covered with ointment, and the skin that was occasionally exposed was withered, dry, and lacked luster.

"Hello, Uncle." Su Wanxi replied softly, a thin mist forming at the corner of her lips. Unbeknownst to her, the indoor temperature was no different from the outdoor temperature. Su Yansheng's condition was worse than she had imagined; his rejection reaction had almost reached its peak. It was a miracle that he could sit here quietly.

Why did he suddenly come over...? His gaze fell on the lady beside him, no, perhaps it would be more appropriate to call her a girl. She was wearing a light yellow cotton-padded coat, with small limbs and a delicate, porcelain-white doll-like face.

"So small, she must only be in junior high school..." Su Wanxi was a little surprised. After thinking for a moment, she opened her spiritual vision. As she thought, the girl's body was filled with a rich golden light. Her specific abilities were unknown, but the strength was about between B and A.

Sensing the ability user's spying, the girl raised her head, her round eyes glistening with tears. The golden veil around her became even more intense, only slightly dimmer than the lamplight. Ignoring the other person's childish behavior, Su Wanxi rested her chin on her hand and made her own deductions.

Three Awakened Individuals of Rank B or higher were sitting in the small study. If they wanted, they could destroy this house and even the entire manor at any time.

What exactly is he going to do...? As the only ordinary person in the house, Su Changqing was like a chick in a tyrannical den. Su Wanxi talked with Su Yansheng while quietly watching her father's actions.

“The work at the Hermit Bureau is not easy... Xiao Xi has worked hard these past few years…” Su Yansheng smiled and raised his teacup, only to find that the water was cold when he brought it to his lips, and upon closer inspection, he could even see the floating ice.

As a junior, Su Wanxi took the initiative to pour tea: "Mr. Song is kind and approachable, and very suitable to work with."

As a branch director, ability alone is far from enough. Song Shiyan knew that she had a powerful background, so he made the regulations extremely lenient.

Ironically, if he hadn't specifically instructed her, Su Wanxi probably wouldn't have taken the initiative to approach Gu Cheng, and those subsequent events would have been even less likely to have occurred.

......

After the pleasantries, it was time to get down to business. Su Changqing had no intention of introducing the guests to his daughter. He rested his hands on the table, his brows furrowed, exuding the air of a long-time ruler.

With similar dark eyes, Su Wanxi exudes a dignified and aloof beauty devoid of any emotion, while her father, Su Changqing, possesses a chilling coldness that penetrates to the bone, a sharp and piercing glint.

Deep and mature yet mixed with the arrogance of youth, these two contradictions are subtly combined in Su Changqing, which explains why his mother insisted on marrying into the Su family despite the family's objections.

"According to Miss Liu, things won't be peaceful in the North this April..."

Miss Liu... A sudden thought flashed through Su Wanxi's mind: her brother had once mentioned a certain "prophet" to her.

"Hmm, even fragments of the scene are extremely difficult to simulate." Liu Zilou muttered to herself, staring at the coffee table. Such situations usually meant that other supernatural abilities were involved, and her premonitions would be overwhelmed by these complex information flows, making it impossible for her to obtain enough intelligence.

"Miss Liu's ability is precognition?" Su Wanxi suddenly asked.

Liu Zilou glanced at Su Changqing and nodded slightly.

"...Rather than prediction, we tend to think of it as an integrated simulation of current information." Su Yansheng explained with a smile. Since discovering Liu Zilou, they have done a lot of work in private. Without interference from other awakened individuals, the more information available, the more accurate the revelations Liu Zilou received through his superpowers would be.

Su Wanxi listened without saying anything more, her body standing straight like a statue.

......

"I will arrange more guards during this period. Miss Liu, please try to go out as little as possible. Just tell the servants if you need anything." Su Changqing gave the instructions in a low voice, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the table.

Su Yansheng nodded, then stood up to say goodbye with Liu Zilou: "I'll take Miss Liu home first; I'll leave things here with Xiaoxi for now..."

"Leave it to me..." Su Wanxi's eyes changed slightly, and she quickly understood what Su Yansheng meant—to protect Su Changqing's personal safety.

What exactly happened in Beidu... that even Su Yansheng has to stay by the Su family's side at all times...

"Click." With the sound of the door opening, the room noticeably warmed up. Su Wanxi took the initiative to sit down opposite the sofa. Now that the outsiders were gone, she was too lazy to put on those acts of filial piety.

The father and daughter sat facing each other without saying a word.

"Meow~" Xiao Sang took advantage of the gap when the door opened to sneak into the room and climbed up the sofa onto Su Wanxi's lap.

"..." Su Changqing turned his head and took out a few packets of dried fish from the drawer.

Su Wanxi clearly remembered that he used to dislike cats.

Section 182, Chapter 178: Buffer Period

Dinner was a cheap instant noodle dish with a poached egg, a piece of junk food with no nutritional value, but it tasted pretty good. Gu Cheng put the washed soup bowl into the cupboard and bent down to wipe the sink.

"I'm a little full, I shouldn't have drunk so much noodle soup..." Her original plan was to deal with the leftovers from lunch. Gu Chengyan suggested eating instant noodles, but since Su Wanxi wasn't there, Gu Cheng wasn't interested and just let her have her way.

"You can try other dishes next time. I think you have quite a talent..." Come to think of it, this should be the first time Gu Chengyan has cooked for her, even though it was just a bowl of instant noodles that couldn't be simpler... The girl straightened up and slowly wrung out the dishcloth.

"Doing this only once...it's too much trouble..." Gu Chengyan complained softly.

"Troublesome... Don't you feel a sense of accomplishment when you cook?" Gu Cheng asked back.

"I don't think so." Although she said that, Gu Chengyan knew very well in her heart: Su Wanxi often praised her cooking skills, and over time, Gu Cheng also liked the feeling of cooking for her, and was even willing to spend time to learn from a master chef.

If time weren't limited, she would probably have learned to knit clothes, just like Zhou Li treated Qin Kexin.

"Do you want to be a full-time housewife?" Gu Chengyan asked her.

Upon hearing this, Gu Cheng's cheeks suddenly turned red, and she couldn't help but cough a few times: "Ahem... What a strange term for a full-time housewife..."

“Wanwan doesn’t cook, and most of her clothes are just sent to the laundry shop. Since I’m moving in, and I’m just sitting here anyway, I might as well help with some housework.” Gu Cheng’s light brown eyes gleamed slightly as she crossed her arms and smiled with an undeniable, beautiful curve.

"Is it considered idle to be busy training and studying materials all day long?" Gu Chengyan sighed softly, swallowing the words he wanted to say in rebuttal.

"So you're... a warm-hearted guy?"

"Hmm... I'd say I'm barely half now?" Gu Cheng loosened her arm, staring at her palm with a gentle smile.

The lover's hands were snow-white and smooth, and the thin calluses from years of holding a gun did not detract from their beauty. They were beautiful with a touch of nobility, and were born to be used for drinking tea and playing music, not for washing clothes and cooking.

Do you prefer your middle finger and index finger together, or your middle finger and ring finger together? Suddenly, some romantic scenes popped into Gu Cheng's mind, and she felt her ears burning. She quickly patted her forehead with her wrist.

Once her heartbeat had stabilized, the girl walked down the stairs.

......

A manor in the suburbs of Beidu.

Su Wanxi sat quietly on the sofa, her eyes lowered. Across the table was a middle-aged man in his early fifties, dressed in a white shirt, with thick eyebrows and a face with sharp, angular features.

Both were waiting. Su Wanxi was waiting for Su Yansheng to return, while Su Changqing wanted to hear his daughter confess the absurd things she had done over the past month. In fact, apart from the creaking of the wall clock, the room was completely silent; even breathing was so relaxed that it was almost inaudible. The father and daughter remained silent, as if whoever spoke first would be at a disadvantage.

About half an hour later, Su Wanshan pushed open the door and entered. He was wearing a soft wool long shirt and had a suit jacket that he had just taken off hanging on his right arm.

"...It's time for dinner." He glanced at his serious-looking father and his twin sister, who had turned her head away and only her ear was visible. Even though his mind was as clear as a mirror, Su Wanshan's mouth muscles couldn't help but twitch a few times.

Su Wanxi also noticed his arrival. She stood up with a slight smile and nodded to him.

Thank goodness you're back...

Don't think I don't know... I'll deal with you after dinner...

After a brief exchange of glances, the brother and sister left the room one after the other. Xiao Sang jumped out of Su Changqing's arms and ran into the living room. The Su family's banquet was not as lavish as those of other prominent families; it was more like that of an ordinary family of three, with a few stir-fried dishes and a bowl of soup being enough.

Su Changqing took the seat of honor, Su Wanxi and Su Wanshan sat on one side, and Su Yuanjun and a middle-aged woman sat on the other side. The woman's surname was Li, Su Yuanjun's biological mother, and also the Su siblings' nominal stepmother.

......

When the meal was over, the man gently wiped the corner of his lips, sighing that the art of conversation at the dinner table had long been lost. He turned his head and saw a smooth, white swan neck. Su Wanxi had just put down her chopsticks.

When exactly... did my home become like this...? Su Wanshan patted her pockets, looking for cigarettes but to no avail.

"Is Xiaoxi full?"

"Yes, thank you for your concern, Aunt Li." Su Wanxi politely replied, slowly pushing the wooden chair under the table. Before leaving, she patted Su Wanshan's shoulder and gave her a meaningful look. The latter shrugged, indicating that she understood.

Su Yuanjun took in their tacit actions, swallowed unconsciously a few times, and his eyes were full of emotions.

......

"Orange, can you hear me?" Upon returning to her bedroom, Su Wanxi immediately locked the door and initiated a video call.

"Yes, I can hear you..." The other end of the screen was dark, and Gu Cheng's phone was very close to his body. Su Wanxi could even feel her lover's faint breathing.