Transmigrating Into a Book, the Villain Becomes the White Moonlight!

2: Chapter 2 The Rich Second Generation Who Doesn’t Care About Living a Life of Leisure(Pushing the plot forward with coincidences ~ storing brain ~)

With Su Bai’s standard elite background, the plot could only go one of two ways: either it’s a Female-Oriented Story, in which case he’d be the Domineering CEO male lead at the very least, destined for a love-hate entanglement with a Cinderella-type female protagonist;

or, it’s a Male-Oriented Story, making him the Cannon Fodder Villain who gets humiliated early on and might end up with his family ruined later.

Which one it was, Su Bai didn’t really care.

It wasn’t until this morning, when the system awakened and gifted him the [Immortal Kidney Body] Novice Gift Pack, that he finally confirmed—this was a male-oriented world, and his role was self-evident.

After claiming the package and feeling the noticeable changes in his body, the first thing he did was find the system settings, decisively uninstalled the chattering System Guide, and then promptly set all Task Prompts and Achievement Notifications to ”permanently muted.”

The world instantly became peaceful.

Nighttime, the Su Family villa.

The massive Crystal Chandelier illuminated the dining room as bright as day.

Su Bai walked in and saw the dining table already laden with exquisite dishes at a glance.

His father, Su Zheng, and mother, Shang Hui, were seated at the table, clearly waiting for him, timing it perfectly.

”Oh, my precious son is back!” Shang Hui immediately stood up, took Su Bai’s hand, and had him sit beside her, looking him up and down with eyes full of delight. ”How come you seem so much stronger after this holiday? Look at your arms, there’s muscle definition now.”

This was the body optimization brought by the [Immortal Kidney Body] Novice Gift Pack; the original body had indeed been somewhat frail.

Su Bai, of course, knew this.

But he just smiled and casually brushed it off: ”Yeah, did some casual workouts while I was out.”

At that moment, his father Su Zheng, seated at the head of the table, glanced over and spoke up: ”You’ve had enough fun. Time to settle down. You’re in university now, put more effort into your studies. Don’t just fool around all day.”

As soon as he finished, Shang Hui interrupted unhappily: ”Oh, come on, our son just walked through the door, hasn’t even had a sip of water, and you’re already nagging? You only finished elementary school yourself!”

Su Zheng’s expression darkened, his brows furrowing: ”Times are different! We had no choice back then! Now conditions are so good...”

To be strict, Su Bai’s academic performance wasn’t great, just not bottom-of-the-barrel.

Since childhood, aside from basic school knowledge, Su Zheng had forced him to study finance and stock basics from age six or seven, unfortunately with little effect.

Those boring K-line charts and economic theories—Su Bai didn’t even want to glance at them. If not for his father’s firm stance, he wouldn’t have touched them.

”What’s so different?” Shang Hui immediately retorted, her tone full of protective motherly love.

”If you ask me, just going to school casually is fine. Won’t you have to teach him everything about the company hands-on in the future anyway? I think an ordinary school is just fine. Look at Manager Wang’s son, isn’t he the same? We can figure something out later, get him into a decent university to make his credentials look good, that’s all that matters for reputation.”

A typical family setup: a doting mother, a strict father, a wealthy household, and a rebellious son.

Su Bai stayed silent, listening to his parents’ daily argument without a ripple in his heart.

He simply saw no need to put in the effort.

Besides, in a world clearly structured like a novel, why take things so seriously?

With his current identity, striving hard was often the express lane to misfortune.

In that case, might as well relax and enjoy the present.

Shang Hui’s combination of defense and offense left Su Zheng momentarily speechless.

His gaze turned to his son, who seemed completely unaffected, and he recalled how Su Bai had cycled through seven or eight model girlfriends like a revolving door during the holiday, partying wildly for two whole months—something he hadn’t even mentioned to Shang Hui yet.

Yet, the thing was, while the kid was out of line, as far as he knew, no truly irreparable scandals had erupted;

but to say he wasn’t out of line at all—what eighteen-year-old behaved like this?

This frustration in Su Zheng’s heart couldn’t be vented nor swallowed, leaving him stifled and uncomfortable.

”Su Bai,” Su Zheng cleared his throat, adopting a more tactful approach, trying to wake his son up, ”you’re only eighteen, still in the foundational stage of life. You should focus on your studies daily. Some... unnecessary socializing could be reduced appropriately.”

”I know, Dad,” Su Bai responded, his attitude not exactly warm but not faultable either.

Deep down, he maintained a traditional respect for elders, an imprint etched into his soul, so he never argued or challenged his parents seriously.

Of course, with others, that was a different face entirely.

He picked up his chopsticks, about to go for the glistening plate of braised pork ribs in front of him, when Shang Hui gently pressed his wrist.

”Wait a moment, dear. We have guests today.”

”Guests?” Su Bai paused, somewhat surprised.

His family rarely entertained outsiders. Since childhood, aside from his uncle visiting occasionally, he’d hardly seen any other guests.

As if to confirm his mother’s words, the doorbell rang right on cue.

Su Zheng immediately stood up and hurried over to greet them.

Three people entered: a distinguished-looking middle-aged couple and a girl around their age.

”Old Lin! Long time no see, finally got you here!” Su Zheng’s face broke into an enthusiastic smile as he firmly patted the visitor’s shoulder.

Su Bai also stood up out of courtesy.

”Su Bai, come here,” Su Zheng called. ”This is Uncle Lin and Auntie Wang, longtime good friends of your dad’s.”

”Hello, Uncle Lin. Hello, Auntie Wang,” Su Bai said with a slight bow.

”Oh, so this is Su Bai? All grown up now! Last time I saw you, you were only this tall!” Uncle Lin smiled kindly, placing the exquisite gift he carried to the side, and affectionately patted Su Bai’s shoulder, his eyes filled with joy.

Su Bai had a vague, fuzzy impression of this couple, as if he’d met them once when very young, but the details were long forgotten.

”Wanwan, come, say hello to Brother Su,” Uncle Lin stepped aside, bringing the girl who had been quietly following behind to the front. ”This is my daughter, Lin Wan.”

”Brother Su,” the girl’s voice was soft, like a feather brushing past.

She looked up, her gaze quickly sweeping over Su Bai’s face, a bit shy, carefully observing this unfamiliar boy she’d be sharing a meal with under the same roof.

”Uh, hello,” Su Bai nodded, responding politely. After the pleasantries, everyone finally took their seats.

The atmosphere at the dining table grew lively as the adults chatted about recent events, careers, and the past.

While eating quietly, Su Bai pieced together information from their conversation: Uncle Lin had been running a business out of town but now planned to shift his focus to City A for development. He was an old friend of his father’s from many years back. This visit was partly to catch up and partly with a sense of settling down.

However, something about this situation felt off.

Sponge’s Little Skirt Number, see you next chapter~