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

35: Chapter 35 Father and Son Confrontation”You’re the one who came running to my office yourself.” Su Zheng finally set down his teacup and looked up, his gaze holding a hint of playfulness.

”Did you expect me to tell you: ’Son, come quick, this is a trap I’ve carefully designed, so make sure you don’t fall for it’? Setting aside whether this scheme was honorable or not, I wasn’t the one who held a knife to your throat and forced you to help that female classmate, was I? You delivered the opportunity right into my hands.”

His logic was clear, directly shifting the blame back.

”I don’t care! I’m not releasing those interview recordings! What kind of damn Charity Spokesperson is this? Whoever wants to do it can do it!” Su Bai began to act like a spoiled child, attempting to overturn the established facts.

”Idiot,” Su Zheng sneered. ”The Press Conference is over, and the press releases have already been sent out. Starting tomorrow, paparazzi might be secretly following you, hoping to capture the daily life of the Su Corporation’s kind-hearted young master. Do you think you can just quit whenever you want? Public opinion has already put you on a pedestal; you don’t have a choice.”

Su Bai was choked up and speechless, his face flushing bright red.

In his embarrassment and anger, he decided to use his trump card. He took a step forward and threatened in a low voice, ”If you keep pushing me, I’ll tell Mom where you hide your cigarettes!”

”Eh?!” Su Zheng lost his composure. He stood up abruptly, a crack appearing in his mask of calm. ”You brat, that’s a personal attack! That’s a low blow!”

”I’m going to tell her! What are you going to do about it!” Seeing that the threat was effective, Su Bai immediately pressed his advantage, shouting out the locations like he was reciting a menu. ”The flowerbed! The air conditioner! The nightstand!”

”What?!!” Su Zheng’s eyes went wide. Clearly infuriated by his son’s betrayal, he immediately retaliated, ”Then I’ll tell your mother about you and Mu Xue! And those long-legged models you found at the Beach Villa before!”

”I didn’t...! That... that was dating!” Su Bai stiffened his neck and argued forcefully.

”You just threw money at them. The transfer records are clear as day—you call that dating?!” Su Zheng opened fire with full force, exposing him ruthlessly.

”Doesn’t dating cost money?! Those were normal emotional expenses!” Su Bai tried to be unreasonable.

”Normal expenses? Forty thousand yuan is a normal expense?! If you’re so capable, why don’t you try to pursue Mu Xue properly like a normal college student? Writing love letters, bringing her breakfast, walking her to and from school—have you done any of those?!” Su Zheng pressed on, hitting where it hurt.

”Hey! You... don’t bring up Mu Xue!” At the mention of Mu Xue, Su Bai’s momentum instantly halved, and his eyes began to flicker.

After all, he was in the wrong. Especially after learning about Mu Xue’s family situation, Su Bai always felt uneasy.

”Why can’t I mention Mu Xue?!” Su Zheng seized his weakness and pursued the attack, his voice booming. ”Now that you see her family is in trouble, your conscience is bothering you? If you dared to do it, why are you afraid of people talking about it?!”

The father and son stood off like two roosters. One was exasperated and red-faced, while the other, though a bit disheveled from having his cigarette stash exposed, held the moral high ground.

The study was thick with the scent of gunpowder.

”I’m also going to tell Mom about the half-bottle of whiskey you have hidden under your desk drawer!” Su Bai went all out, shouting at the top of his lungs, trying to expand the battlefield.

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”The evidence is irrefutable!” Su Zheng didn’t yield an inch, his voice booming over his son’s.

”You’re drinking secretly! The doctor told you to quit!” Su Bai jumped up and down, specifically attacking his father’s lifestyle taboos.

”You’re a disgrace to the family! Messing around with women!” Su Zheng traded blow for blow, his skill at labeling his opponent being top-tier.

”Stupid Dad!” Su Bai was fuming, his vocabulary starting to run dry.

”Dumb son!” Su Zheng immediately fired back, a perfect imitation.

”Hey! Mom! Come and judge this! Dad is not only hiding cigarettes, he’s also drinking secretly! I caught him red-handed!” Su Bai turned toward the stairs and shouted with false bravado, trying to summon the ultimate referee.

”Wife! Come and deal with your son! Learning how to find mistresses at such a young age! He’s become lawless!” Su Zheng was not to be outdone, shouting in the same direction, skillfully using the more serious term ’mistress’.

After the two of them shouted at the empty staircase like they were in a street market brawl, Su Zheng felt that this was truly undignified and beneath his status as a group president.

He took a deep breath, stepped forward suddenly, and grabbed Su Bai by the back of his collar. Like picking up a chick, he ignored Su Bai’s flailing and forcibly dragged him to the door of the study, shoving him out.

”Get back to your room and reflect! Think about what responsibility means! Think about the family’s reputation!” Su Zheng scolded with a livid face.

Without giving Su Bai a chance to argue, there was a loud bang as he slammed the heavy solid wood door of the study, nearly hitting Su Bai’s nose.

”Come out if you’ve got the guts! We’ll argue for another half hour! Let’s see who’s better! A-tah—!” Su Bai bared his teeth at the closed door, but in the end, he could only punch the door panel in impotent rage, making a dull thud.

Like a defeated rooster, he hung his head in dejection, muttering curses as he turned to leave.

”Creak—”

The study door was suddenly pulled open a crack, and Su Zheng’s face peeked out. With a provocative expression that said ’the older, the wiser,’ he quickly added a final blow:

”Go ahead and keep acting up! When the time comes, the whole internet will curse you and your mother together! Let’s see if she deals with you then!”

Before Su Bai could react, Bang!

The door slammed shut again even faster, and there was even the click of it being locked from the inside.

”You...!”

Su Bai was so choked up by this final blow that he nearly fainted, his finger trembling as he pointed at the door.

Inside the room, Su Zheng leaned against the door. Hearing his son’s footsteps—filled with frustration yet helplessness—fading away, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He straightened his shirt collar, which had become a bit messy during the scuffle, and paced back to his desk. He skillfully lifted the bamboo base of the antique-style ceramic kettle at the corner of the desk and cleverly pried out a slightly bent cigarette that had been pressed underneath, placing it in his mouth.

He shook his head helplessly and chuckled under his breath, ”That brat.”

Outside, hearing the commotion, Shang Hui finally walked slowly down from the second-floor bedroom.

Seeing her younger son standing at the study door looking like a wilted eggplant, she asked softly, ”Son, what are you shouting at your father for? I could hear you two bickering from all the way over there. What’s wrong?”

”No... nothing.” Su Bai hung his head and shook it weakly.

He wasn’t stupid enough to actually recount the details of their mutual mud-slinging to his mother. That would be no different from seeking his own destruction.