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

75: Chapter 75 Breakup with Mu XueSu Bai had actually weighed this issue repeatedly in his heart. (Not giving away the girl; detailed explanation at the end of the chapter.)

Regarding Mu Xue, he did feel some habitual reluctance to part and a physical compatibility, but this feeling was far from being unforgettable or making her indispensable.

He clearly realized that if he allowed this relationship to continue in this vague form of companionship, he might truly sink into a quagmire unknowingly through accumulated habits over time.

Indecision leads to trouble.

Su Bai had always lacked the patience to handle complex emotions; he was more accustomed to solving problems in a direct, or even blunt, manner.

In his view, cutting off this relationship that began as a transaction was a cleaner choice for both of their futures.

After all, there was a saying that, while a bit dark humor in this context, shared the same logic: in long-distance relationships, if everyone plays a little dumb, it’s better for all four people.

”You’ll wait for me? I’m not going away for just a month or two, but at least a year or two, maybe even longer.” Su Bai put on his shirt, buttoning it up as he emphasized the duration again, trying to make her face reality.

”What’s wrong with a year or two? Even in a year or two, you’ll only be nineteen or twenty.” Mu Xue sat kneeling on the bed, the silk quilt slipping off her shoulders.

In her youthful perception, a year or two felt like the blink of an eye; waiting was not unimaginable.

She didn’t understand that the time Su Bai spoke of represented not just the passage of days, but the natural end of a cooling relationship and an expiring contract.

Adolescent love is always fleeting.

A hint of mockery flashed through Su Bai’s mind, though he wasn’t sure if it was directed at Mu Xue or some blurred version of his past self in his memories.

He wasn’t even sure if the connection between him and Mu Xue—born of money, mixed with physical intimacy, and tinged with tenderness—could even be called love.

He said no more, briskly pulling on his trousers. He picked up his wallet from the nightstand, pulled out a card, and said, ”From today on, our relationship ends here.”

”What do you mean!”

Mu Xue looked as if she had been scalded by his words. She lunged off the bed, her bare feet hitting the carpet, and grabbed Su Bai’s arm as he was putting on his jacket, her nails sinking slightly into his skin.

Her voice was filled with a sob and urgency. ”I can wait! I can message you every day, send photos, video chat! If you’re worried, you can have someone you trust keep an eye on me! I won’t... I absolutely won’t do anything to betray you or anything messy! Really!”

She looked up, her eyes misty with tears, filled with humble pleading, trying to use every promise she could think of to hold onto this connection she had long since invested so much emotion in.

Su Bai stopped, looking down at the trembling hand gripping his arm, then at her face filled with anxiety. The slight trace of pity in his heart was suppressed by a more powerful rationality.

He gently but firmly brushed her hand away, his voice carrying a rare coldness:

”Mu Xue, how long do you want to maintain this? How long do you think this relationship can last? A lifetime? Have you ever thought about marrying me?”

He paused, seeing a glimmer of light suddenly ignite in Mu Xue’s eyes before quickly fading. He continued to pour the cold water of reality over her. ”Setting aside whether I’m willing or not, my family would absolutely never agree. You should understand this better than anyone.”

This day was bound to come sooner or later; it just happened to be today.

”Then can you marry Lin Wan?!”

Mu Xue seemed crushed by the final straw. The accumulated grievances, resentment, and a long-suppressed jealousy broke through the dam of her reason. She cried out with a sob, her voice sounding exceptionally harsh in the quiet suite.

Su Bai’s hand, which was adjusting his jacket, paused.

He turned to face her, his expression blank. ”To tell you the truth, Lin Wan is the candidate my family decided on long ago. Marrying her is only a matter of time. It has nothing to do with feelings; it’s a family necessity and arrangement.”

Mu Xue stumbled. She looked at him, tears finally falling silently. Her lips trembled for a few moments before she managed a weak, shaky voice to ask the question that had been circling in her mind for a long time, yet she had never dared to dwell on:

”Then what about us?”

”In this past year or so, have you never liked me even once?”

This question exhausted all her courage and wishful thinking.

”Sigh.”

Su Bai didn’t turn around; he simply sighed softly into the air, his voice carrying a weariness from things having come to this point.

...

He paused, using a metaphor that perhaps only he fully understood.

”We are like radio stations with different frequencies—one on the AM band, the other on the FM band. From the very beginning, the signals we receive haven’t been on the same channel. Forcing them together yields nothing but interference and static.”

He wanted to pull away and end this suffocating conversation.

But Mu Xue’s hand gripped his sleeve tightly.

She kept her head down as large tears fell silently, hitting the expensive carpet and quickly soaking in to leave dark marks.

”But I like you...”

These words were as light as a sigh, yet as heavy as the collapse of her entire world.

The voice was faint, almost impossible to catch without holding one’s breath, yet it took all the courage she had gathered over the past year.

Then, she felt her hand become empty.

Without any hesitation, Su Bai jerked his arm free, and the jacket fabric slipped from her sweaty palm.

He didn’t even give her another glance, heading straight for the door and walking out.

”Su Bai—!”

...

Two months later.

”What?! Going abroad?!”

Lin Corporation.

Lin Guohua suddenly stood up from his large office chair, his face filled with shock and even a hint of disbelief.

He looked at Su Bai, who sat on the opposite sofa still looking lazy, wondering if he had misheard.

”Yeah, today. It depends on my dad’s arrangements.”

”This... so sudden?” Lin Guohua processed the news, his brow gradually furrowing. ”Then what about your Game Company that just got on track? Tournament planning, new project development—there’s a whole heap of things relying on you to make the calls.”

”We’ll communicate online.” Su Bai shrugged, seemingly having already considered the issue. ”If there are any important decisions or new ideas, I’ll hold video conferences with you in advance. As for the actual execution, I’ll have to trouble you and the others, Uncle Lin.”

He rarely spoke such polite words, but they didn’t sound very sincere.

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A Shura Field requires Mu Xue and Lin Wan to be on equal footing, so Mu Xue needs to be strengthened a bit.

Also, this transactional relationship really needs to be severed; otherwise, Mu Xue wouldn’t have the competitiveness to be the Main Wife.