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

63: Chapter 63 You and her won’t have a good ending!In the original work, Mu Xue was indeed the Protagonist Xiao Fan’s woman, but their emotional progress should have only come naturally after Xiao Fan returned, showcased his abilities, and helped Mu Xue’s family overcome their difficulties.

Now, look at this. Su Bai, the Villain, not only intercepted her ahead of time but also maintained a long-term relationship through direct financial support—a move completely inconsistent with the setting of a brainless Villain.

Wait, Mu Xue is the female protagonist; is being kept like that really possible?

Games... massive profits... charitable operations... government relations... school district housing premiums...

Reading through the records one by one, Xiao You felt like her CPU was about to overload.

The deeper she looked, the more Xiao You felt an absurd sense of contradiction.

It was as if everything was right...

Every action of Su Bai’s seemed logically self-consistent, and the results were even excellent.

But it also felt like everything was wrong...

Because these actions combined completely subverted the original story’s timeline, especially by thoroughly changing the power balance and timing of appearances between the Villain and the Protagonist.

The core problem was...

The Protagonist appeared a full year early!

Moreover, according to the original plot, it should have been after the Protagonist’s return that he used his abilities and network to gradually solve Mu Xue’s family crisis, using it as an opportunity to get closer to her.

But what about now? Mu Xue’s family problems had long been settled by Su Bai under the guise of financial aid. When the Protagonist returned, he didn’t even have a chance to offer help in a time of need; he was directly facing a situation where the game was already over!

The plot simply can’t move forward like this!

Looking at Su Bai’s face on the light screen—a screen capture from some surveillance footage showing his usual lazy expression—she felt a massive wave of doubt toward the host she was bound to for the first time.

She watched it repeatedly; no matter how she looked at it, Su Bai was just slacking off. At most, he would make a slight move that others couldn’t withstand.

Su Bai hadn’t even made a move against the Protagonist yet, and it was already an instant kill;

Could it be that she really bound herself to a...

Non-traditional Villain who doesn’t follow the usual path, can twist the plot on his own, and even crushes the Protagonist...?

An atypical Villain?

Most importantly, why did the people of the Su Family directly intervene in the plot?

”Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!”

Xiao You was screaming internally. She remembered Su Bai from his childhood to his teenage years.

In the eighteen years before binding with the system, aside from showing a laziness and lack of interest in everything, this Su Bai just ate, slept, received an elite education but had mediocre grades, and occasionally engaged in some standard rich second-generation heir entertainment activities...

There was nothing unusual; he perfectly matched the early portrait of a spoiled, unmotivated villainous rich second-generation heir.

He solved it this time, but what about next time?

Once the protagonist of a novel world deviates from the path of fate, a new Protagonist will appear to take their place.

In short, the original Su Bai was originally brought in by the System Administration Bureau to do work, just like Xiao You’s nature.

He would never become the Protagonist, and the next Protagonist would always be on the way.

If the current Su Bai could sense Xiao You’s thoughts, he would probably ask back speechlessly: ”I was only five or six years old then. What did you expect me to do? Dominate the kindergarten or ring the bell at Nasdaq?”

Inside the bottom hold of a freighter bound for a port in South Africa.

It was damp, sweltering, and filled with a mixed scent of engine oil, rust, and moldy cargo.

This was a dark corner far away from the sunlight.

Xiao Fan was thrown into the corner like a bag of broken trash. His once handsome face was now swollen beyond recognition, covered in bruises, with a split lip and one eye nearly swollen shut.

Even worse were his limbs, twisted at bizarre angles, with sharp pain gnawing at his nerves every second.

The confident, sunny young man from a few days ago, who even carried the arrogance of a returning king, had long since vanished. In his place was a face distorted by endless pain, humiliation, and sky-high hatred.

His gaze was sinister.

Mu Xue’s gentle yet distant face, Su Bai’s lazy and indifferent expression, and that old butler Uncle Fu’s calm yet cruel gaze...

These images flashed uncontrollably before his eyes.

A series of heavy, shuffling footsteps accompanied by unintelligible gibberish approached.

Several dark-skinned, burly sailors wearing dirty tank tops walked down the gangway with their arms around each other’s shoulders and discovered Xiao Fan in the corner.

They conversed excitedly in some indigenous language, their gazes scanning over him with undisguised malice as they gradually closed in.

”What do you want?! Get lost!” Xiao Fan roared with all his strength, trying to drive them back with a fierce glare.

However, his miserable state of being unable to move and his weak roar only piqued their interest further.

”@#￥%&*...” The leading burly man grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and spoke a string of syllables Xiao Fan couldn’t understand at all in a frivolous tone.

The others burst into laughter, reaching out and beginning to tug at Xiao Fan’s already tattered clothes.

”Don’t touch me! Bastards! Can’t you speak Chinese? English! English! Damn it!”

Xiao Fan desperately twisted the only part of him that could still move slightly—his neck—cursing and shouting in several languages he knew, but to these indigenous brothers, it sounded like a completely different language.

With a complete language barrier, violence became the only mode of communication.

And Xiao Fan had lost all ability to resist.

Rough palms, ill-intentioned touches, and mocking sneers... despair, like cold seawater, completely submerged Xiao Fan.

Physical torture intertwined with ultimate mental humiliation, crushing his remaining pride into powder.

”Ah—!!! Su Bai! Mu Xue!” He suddenly jerked his neck up, using the last of his life’s strength to let out a heart-wrenching curse toward the rusted ceiling of the hold, his voice as shrill as a vengeful spirit from hell. ”You won’t have a good ending! I curse you! I curse you to die a miserable death! Aaaah—!!!”

The roar full of hatred echoed in the enclosed bottom hold, gradually swallowed by the sailors’ crude laughter.

The voyage toward an unknown fate in Africa had only just begun, and Xiao Fan’s story seemed to have reached a cruel conclusion at this moment.

Far away in A City, Su Bai and Mu Xue were completely unaware of this.

Below the Cloud Mirror Restaurant.

The night was thick, and the streetlights were brilliant.

The group came out of the restaurant full and satisfied. The night breeze carried a hint of chill, dispersing the liveliness from the private room.

Zhou Feng let out a loud, satisfied burp and suggested with lingering interest, ”What time is it? How about... we change venues and head to a KTV?”

”Maybe another day. You guys have to wake up early for class tomorrow.”

Su Bai was the first to wave his hand in refusal. ”Wait for the weekend. Let’s meet up on the weekend; there’ll be plenty of time.”

Unexpectedly, Lin Wan, who rarely took the initiative to speak in such situations, also softly agreed this time. ”Mm, time is indeed a bit tight today. It’s better to make up for it on the weekend.”

As she spoke, her gaze naturally fell on Su Bai for a moment.

Su Bai glanced at Lin Wan with some surprise.