Regarding the matter of awakening lightning abilities after transformation

"Your face is burning hot. Are you going to find her?" Gu Chengyan continued to tease her mercilessly. As another version of herself with the same memories, she knew the latter all too well.

"Tell An Zhishui to help make arrangements. I'm worried about whether you can continue to carry out your mission in your current mental state."

In a few days, there will be a banquet in Beidu that only scions of prominent families can attend. Don't let the feeling of being close to home make you hesitant to miss out on too much.

P.S. I'm recommending a friend's book, which is also about yuri (lesbianism) – "I, the Invincible Girl! No More Pretense!"

Chapter 232, Section 237: Shall we dance?

After finishing a caramel macchiato and enduring a cold night, Su Wanxi had no interest in going out for the next few days. Apart from work, she spent most of her remaining time in the music room.

"Ms. Su, do you prefer this pink crystal or this shimmering amethyst? The former suits your skin tone better, while the latter looks especially beautiful with the satin eyeshadow."

Looking at herself in the mirror, Su Wanxi replied coldly, "Anything is fine."

The makeup artist nodded, picked up a cotton swab, and carefully applied lip gloss, occasionally praising her reflection in the mirror.

"Miss Su has the best natural features I've ever seen; she can even skip a lot of the makeup steps."

Having heard countless praises, Su Wanxi remained unmoved. She sat up straight and silently let those nimble hands move freely in front of her.

"Just a moment, almost there." The makeup artist put down the mascara brush and clapped her hands with satisfaction. "No one will be more dazzling than Miss Su at tonight's banquet."

The prominent families of Beidu hold charity galas every so often, where socialites, young talents and ladies from all walks of life attend, using the banquet as an excuse to get what they need.

Su Wanxi has been back in Beidu for almost a year now, and it's only right and proper for her to make an appearance in public.

"Young Master Su said he's already downstairs, so I'll go out first." After the makeup artist left, Su Wanxi picked out a pair of black diamond-encrusted stilettos from the shoe cabinet. She disliked Su Changqing's aloof and superior attitude as the patriarch, and she hated those self-proclaimed upper-class successful people even more. But since she had decided to attend, she had to dress formally. In public, she represented not only Su Wanxi herself, but also the face of the Su family, and she couldn't afford to be careless in the slightest.

Taking a white blazer from the hanger, Su Wanxi walked out of the house in high heels, where Su Yuanjun had been waiting for a long time, leaning against the back door of the car.

The man wore a well-tailored formal suit with a satin peak lapel and a black bow tie, the cufflinks with the Hermès logo subtly gleaming near his wrists, and the metal cufflinks with the Hermès logo exuding understated luxury.

"Not bad, you have a very youthful vibe," Su Wanxi said with a smile.

A hint of amazement flashed across Su Yuanjun's eyes, but he quickly lowered his head and answered softly, "My elder sister is too."

Su Wanxi wore a light blue evening gown, the silk fabric smooth and the workmanship exquisite. Her shoulders and back were completely exposed to the air, and large areas of her skin appeared even whiter against the night. Her long and shapely legs were not covered by stockings, and they shone with a jade-like luster under the hem of the dress. She wore a pair of black stiletto heels, and her fair and smooth insteps were adorned with rhinestones, making them particularly alluring.

The two sat side by side in the back seat. Su Wanxi picked up her phone to explain company matters, while Su Yuanjun seemed a little uneasy. He rubbed his cuffs, his gaze fixed on the window.

Thirty minutes before the banquet was to begin, Su Wanxi walked in with a cold expression. The hall fell silent, and all eyes were on her.

"Who is that...?"

"Su Wanxi, the second young lady of the Su family, I heard she came back last year."

"Seeing is believing. The Su family members are indeed all exceptionally beautiful."

Although Su Wanxi hadn't attended such events in a long time, she hadn't completely forgotten basic facial expression management. She smiled slightly at those gazes, whether kind or malicious.

......

Zhang Yizhe touched the black top hat on his head, leaned against the dining table, and sipped his wine glass between his fingers. As soon as Su Wanxi entered, his gaze, like that of most people, drifted over to her.

What does it mean to outshine everyone? Simply standing in a corner makes all the other beauties pale in comparison, turning them into mere clumps of vulgar makeup. The man took a sip of red wine, his mouth filled with a bitter taste mixed with a hint of sweetness.

Su Wanxi has many suitors, and quite a few of them are prominent figures. In just half an hour, several men came up to chat her up, but Miss Su's expression was aloof and her words were so brief that they consisted of only monosyllabic words.

"Xiao Xi?" A man in a suit stepped forward with a wine glass.

Tsk tsk tsk, another failure. Through the glass, Zhang Yizhe saw a hint of coldness flash in Su Wanxi's eyes.

"Do we know each other? Please don't address me so intimately." Su Wanxi's voice was cold, always revealing a sense of dignity and aloofness. The other party was a rising star of the Xie family who had pursued her before, and she didn't expect that he would still be so persistent after all these years.

The man twitched his facial muscles a few times, his tone calm: "I just wanted you to understand more, actually..."

"That's enough. I don't have any thoughts on relationships for the time being." Su Wanxi quickly dismissed him. She was too lazy to continue the conversation. The Xie family was far from being comparable to the Su family, so there was no need to be gentle and put on a nice face.

The man glanced at Su Wanxi, then at Su Yuanjun standing beside him like a statue. After struggling for a moment, he awkwardly walked away, wine glass in hand.

“The company is on the rise, why don’t you go and talk to people your own age?” Su Wanxi lightly tossed her long hair, the dazzling lights falling on the ends. In the end, she was just helping her younger brother out; he still needed to handle the rest himself.

Su Yuanjun shook his head: "They're talking about something else."

Just then, Zhang Yizhe stepped forward to greet the siblings: "Long time no see. Miss Su was even more radiant back in Lanjiang than she is now."

Su Wanxi narrowed her eyes and quickly identified the man as Zhang Yizhe, who had participated in the Hermit Bureau's work two years ago.

"Young Master Zhang, are you here to exchange pleasantries?"

"Of course, after all, we're the only ones who are really familiar with everyone at the venue."

Su Wanxi stroked the rim of the cup, her brows furrowing unconsciously. She understood the implication in Zhang Yizhe's words: "You've been promoted to A-level." It wasn't a question, but a statement of fact.

Zhang Yizhe smiled without saying a word, as the red liquid in the wine glass continued to bubble.

"Even so, I am still no match for Miss Su." Putting aside gun shooting and fighting skills, the battle between Awakened depends on the intensity and type of combat. Projection can make the optimal solution for multiple situations, but when faced with the strange gravity manipulation, he still felt it was more satisfying to admit defeat directly.

Taking a sip of cola to calm his nerves, Zhang Yizhe deliberately lowered his voice: "And, I heard that Miss Gu... is injured?"

Bringing up a sore spot, a hint of displeasure flashed across Su Wanxi's face: "You're investigating her?"

"We've been colleagues, after all, and I care about Miss Gu a lot."

Zhang Yizhe put down his teacup and extended his hand to the woman: "I don't have a dance partner tonight. We can talk about Miss Gu's matter slowly..."

Su Yuanjun swallowed, his gaze gradually deepening. Su Wanxi composed herself and was about to refuse when a slender, pale hand suddenly reached out from the left front.

"Miss Su, would you like to dance with me?"

Looking up and seeing the familiar brown eyes, Su Wanxi felt a little dazed. After a moment, she hummed in agreement and placed her hand in the other person's palm.

Chapter 233, Section 238: Miss Su's Dishonesty

As the focus of the banquet, the second young lady of the Su family's every move was exposed to the eyes of countless people. From Zhang Yizhe stepping forward with a wine glass to chat to Su Wanxi accepting a dance, all the men present were surprised.

What is that person's background that made Su Wanxi accept his invitation?

The central figure in the conversation wore a burgundy beret, with flaxen bangs covering his left eye. He was dressed in a simple yet dashing black suit with a white shirt, and his occasionally exposed, snow-white neck was smooth and delicate, unlike that of a man.

Gu Cheng is the type who looks slim in clothes but has a muscular physique when undressed. Moreover, she had specially put on a strapless top before coming, which made even Su Wanxi pause for a few seconds.

"Are you so confident that I'll agree?" Su Wanxi said coldly, but she didn't pull her hand back at all.

Gu Cheng clenched her fist tightly, her delicate, upturned eyelashes trembling slightly: "If Miss Su doesn't agree, I'll come over and ask every half minute."

She initially planned to sit in a corner and drink alone until the end of the banquet, but Zhang Yizhe was still up to no good and actually reached out to Su Wanxi. Her light blue dress was beautiful, but the style was too sexy, with a back and shoulders exposed, and skin contact was inevitable when dancing.

Gu Cheng couldn't stand it anymore and rushed over.

Su Wanxi narrowed her eyes slightly after hearing this, her high heels clicking crisply on the floor tiles. After a long while, she spoke in a voice that was only loud enough for the two of them to hear: "What kind of dance can you dance? Waltz, tango, or blues?"

Gu Cheng glanced at the woman's chest, forcibly suppressing the urge to pull up her collar: "I don't know how."

In the Soviet Union, the main subjects learned were single-eye shooting and language use. At most, they learned how to wear high heels from Jiang Xuewei. Ballroom dancing was completely beyond their scope.

This answer was exactly what Su Wanxi expected. As she walked onto the dance floor, she took Gu Cheng's hand and placed it behind her back, whispering, "Stand up straight, lift your hips up a little."

Gu Cheng obediently did as she was told. Because they were so close, she could smell that Su Wanxi smelled wonderful. It wasn't the fresh citrus scent she had smelled before, but a fragrance that blended rose and jasmine. The hazy and alluring aroma made her skin feel hot.

Gu Cheng lowered her head, not daring to look up at the other person, afraid that they would see the restlessness and longing in her eyes.

Seeing this, Su Wanxi didn't say anything. Her fingers slid down the girl's lower abdomen and finally circled around to her upturned buttocks and lifted them slightly.

"I told you to lift your hips, and keep your head straight...look at me." Gu Cheng's legs trembled slightly as she tried to relieve the stiffness with deep breaths.

The woman repeated, "Look at me." Gu Cheng looked up at Su Wanxi, whose eyes were as black as night, dotted with tiny glimmers of light, and whose face was clear and pretty.

She was looking at me too. Realizing this, Gu Cheng paused, and then heard a distinct gasp in her ear.

"..."

Su Wanxi remained expressionless, her smooth insteps, untouched by high heels, were slightly red.

Gu Cheng's already radiant cheeks flushed even more, and even the tips of her ears turned a visible blush. She bit her lip and said softly, "Sorry, I accidentally stepped on..."

“It’s normal for beginners, don’t worry about it,” Su Wanxi added coldly, her hands still moving: “Continue, finish the dance.”

Everyone was watching them. Gu Cheng quickly calmed down, placed her hand on the woman's shoulder blade, and followed Su Wanxi's movements step by step.

To accommodate the newbie, Su Wanxi abandoned the relatively difficult movements such as hugging and spinning, and instead used light, graceful steps to carefully coordinate with him.

Ultimately, with one side agreeing and the other yielding, the waltz was barely completed.

Su Yuanjun and Zhang Yizhe stood very close to the dance floor. The former frowned, somewhat displeased with Gu Cheng's little action of stepping on Su Wanxi, while the latter knew perfectly well that he couldn't get involved, so he projected a plastic straw into a wine glass and continued drinking his cola.

After a while, Su Wanxi took Gu Cheng's hand and came to Su Yuanjun. She briefly explained that she had urgent business to attend to and had to leave early, asking him to take good care of her at the banquet.

Su Yuanjun readily agreed, his eyes sweeping unfriendly over the slender figure behind his older sister. He saw her delicate features under the lamplight, and her soft, light brown hair cascading in the air.

A woman? Su Yuanjun was stunned for a moment, then quickly recalled something that happened last year, and his eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly.

Zhang Yizhe tapped his wine glass to greet the girl, indicating that he recognized her. Gu Cheng casually pressed down her beret to prevent her hair from falling out, her face cool and aloof.

The man's previous actions made her very uncomfortable, so naturally she didn't give him a pleasant look.

Pushing open the banquet hall doors and walking along the corridor, Su Wanxi remained silent, her high heels clicking against Gu Cheng's heart with each step.

She gazed at the other person's snow-white back, her slender tassel earrings gleaming in the orange light, her beauty beyond compare.

"I'm back..." Gu Cheng said softly.

Upon hearing this, Su Wanxi slowed her pace, but suddenly withdrew her hand as she approached the door.

"Ha, shouldn't you go back to Lanjiang?" she retorted with a cold laugh.

Chapter 234, Section 239: Playing Hard to Get

The wind was strong outside the venue, making the light blue dress flutter. The girl felt the warmth between her fingers suddenly disappear, and her heart turned as cold as the wind.

Su Wanxi's words contained no anger, but they revealed a cold indifference. Gu Cheng stiffened her arm, her beautiful face turning deathly pale.

The woman frowned slightly upon seeing this, and was about to walk away in her high heels when her wrist was grabbed by the other person in the next second.