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

93: Chapter 93 Getting BeatenEven just now, upon waking up and finding herself stark naked in a hotel, the fleeting emotion that had passed through her—besides panic—was actually a sliver of secret, self-loathing... joy.

If something had happened, if they were now entangled, did that mean the broken thread between them had a chance to be reconnected?

But this humble, ridiculous expectation was crushed by his cold words and disgusted gaze before it could even take shape.

Right, in his eyes, wasn’t she just the kind of person he could sleep with and then toss away? Someone whose private life over the past two years he probably assumed was a mess?

Mu Xue, you’ve really gone mad.

He threw you away like an old toy two years ago, and yet you... you’re still rushing to throw yourself at him, wishing you could scrub yourself clean inside and out just to stick back to him?

Her body beneath the quilt trembled slightly.

Standing by the window with his back to the large bed, Su Bai’s expression was also unpleasant. His brows were knit into a tight knot, his eyes churning with frustration.

He hadn’t... intended to say such harsh things.

His first reaction upon seeing her wake up safely was actually a sigh of relief.

But when the words reached his lips, they somehow soured, turning into barbed sarcasm and a cold, sharp dismissal.

“Fine, stop playing dead and get up to eat.” Su Bai broke the silence. His voice was stiff, but at least he spoke. He walked over to the suite’s dining table, which was already set with an exquisite breakfast delivered by a waiter—a mix of Chinese and Western dishes, still steaming hot.

The quilt shifted, and Mu Xue peeked out from the edge, her eyes red and swollen. Her voice was muffled: “Where are my clothes?”

Su Bai turned and took a paper bag out of the wardrobe. Inside were her clothes—including her underwear—already washed, dried, and neatly pressed. He tossed the bag onto the foot of the bed without expression. “Taken care of.”

Just as he spoke, Su Bai’s phone rang. It was Zhou Feng. As soon as he answered, Zhou Feng’s voice came through, clearly suppressed with anxiety: “Su Bai, where are you?”

“At home.” Su Bai lied without blinking, his tone casual.

“Fatty’s in trouble! He’s at the hospital! Get over here quickly!” Zhou Feng’s voice grew more urgent, the background noise sounding quite chaotic.

“What? I’m on my way.” Su Bai’s brow furrowed as he quickly hung up.

He grabbed his clothes and started dressing.

As he reached the door, his footsteps paused. He looked back at Mu Xue, who was still huddled under the quilt, and dropped a line: “Eat before you leave.”

Mu Xue didn’t answer—mostly because she didn’t have time to—before Su Bai had already left.

Only then did she slowly put on her clothes. The food on the table was exactly what she had told him was delicious two years ago.

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Hospital, Emergency Observation Area.

When Su Bai arrived, he immediately spotted Fatty sitting on a corner bed.

His head was wrapped in thick bandages, wound around several times, leaving only a small patch exposed at the top. He looked exactly like an Indian man who had just finished prayers; paired with his miserable expression, it was quite a comically tragic sight.

His hair, which he usually meticulously styled with plenty of gel, had clearly been forced into a buzz cut.

Grimacing, he took an orange slice from Zhou Feng and stuffed it into his mouth, his whole face instantly wrinkling up: “Damn... this orange is so freaking sour! Fengzi, did you buy unripe ones on purpose?”

Seeing that Fatty could still complain about sour oranges, Su Bai’s heart eased slightly. At least he was conscious and it wasn’t anything too serious.

He walked over quickly: “What happened? Didn’t you go out to ’battle until dawn’ with that girl? How did you end up battling your way into the hospital?”

“Ugh, don’t even mention it. Just thinking about it makes me pissed!”

Fatty’s eyes lit up when he saw Su Bai, but then his mouth drooped again, tugging at his wound. He hissed in pain, “It’s all because of that grandson Ji Bochang!”

“He did this?” Su Bai raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

According to what Fatty said before, Ji Bochang’s family should know the weight of the Su Family. Even if they suffered a loss, they shouldn’t have directly resorted to such underhanded tactics against Fatty. Had he really lost his mind?

“It wasn’t him personally, but it definitely had everything to do with him!”

Fatty spat, saying hatefully, “That kid knows a bunch of thugs from outside the school. Last night... no, early this morning, after I finished drinking with that girl and sent her back, I was wandering back to school. Just as I reached that secluded alley entrance on the back street, I was cornered by four or five unfamiliar faces! They started swinging without saying a word!”

“You didn’t mention me?” Su Bai was even more puzzled.

In A City, the name ’Su Family’ might not be known by everyone, but for anyone with a bit of status or anyone looking to cause trouble, it should be a taboo name that requires careful consideration.

He was, after all, carrying the status of a Villain. Aside from the theoretically possible Protagonist, what other blind supporting character would dare to be so bold?

Wasn’t this like stroking a tiger’s whiskers?

Wasn’t this just being tired of living?

“I did! Of course I did!” Fatty looked aggrieved, his voice rising an octave.

“I told him, my brother is Su Bai! The Su Bai of the Su Family! Guess what that lead thug said? He had a cigarette in his mouth and looked at me sideways: ’Su Bai? Who the hell is that? Everyone knows the Young Master of the Su Family, but you’re saying you’re his brother just because you say so? Well, I say I’m Su Zheng’s father!’”

“Brother Su, it’s not that I’m talking down to you, but your reputation on the streets of A City might not be as loud as you think... You’re not like those second-generation heirs who spend every day in nightclubs or revving supercars down the streets to cause trouble. Most people only know the Su Family has a Young Master, but as for what he’s specifically called, what he looks like, or where he usually hangs out, hardly anyone knows! If you go out and tell people you’re from the Su Family, nine out of ten will think you’re just bullshitting!”

“This...” Su Bai was choked up by Fatty’s blunt truth, a rare trace of embarrassment appearing on his face.

Thinking about it carefully, it seemed... that really was the logic.

It was just like playing an online game. If you’re a max-level character but don’t turn on your special effects or display your titles, and instead squat in the starting village wearing newbie gear, which low-level mobs or ordinary players would recognize who you are?

If you suddenly claimed to be the number one player on the server, others would just take you for a delusional patient.

Furthermore, Su Bai knew in his heart that he was essentially a homebody-type rich second-generation heir who hated trouble. He was probably nothing like the arrogant Villains in original novels who ran rampant everywhere to maximize their presence.

He was low-key to a fault. Aside from that small circle at the very top, very few people jumping around in A City’s grey areas actually recognized Su Bai’s face or knew exactly what weight the name Su Bai carried.

Everyone knew the Su Family had a Young Master born with a golden spoon in his mouth.

But who exactly was this Young Master?

Who knew?

Fatty’s words really did wake Su Bai up.

He had been abroad for over two years. Although he had been in the gossip tabloids before for some matters, that was ancient news now.

He himself was extremely low-key and almost never appeared in public, let alone hung out in any specific circles.

In the perception of ordinary people and even average rich second-generation heirs in A City, the Young Master of the Su Family was more like a symbolic icon than a specific young man in a casual T-shirt who would appear on a back street near a school.