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

111: Chapter 111 Don’t I Look Like a Villain?In the dorm, Fatty had already returned. His head was still wrapped in conspicuous bandages, looking like a wounded soldier fresh off the battlefield. He was leaning halfway against a high stack of quilts while scrolling through his phone, his posture awkward yet exuding an air of nonchalance.

Seeing Su Bai push the door open and enter, Fatty let out a quite surprised ”Huo!” and tried to lift his swollen eyelids. ”Eh? Brother Su? Why are you back? I thought you’d be...”

”What? Not welcome?” Su Bai casually tugged off his tie, took off his suit jacket and threw it over the back of the chair. He walked to his bed, sat down, and began unbuttoning his shirt cuffs.

”How could I!” Fatty chuckled, which pulled at his wound and made him grimace. ”The auction... is it over already? That was fast.”

His tone carried a hint of gossipy curiosity.

”How did you know I went to the auction?” Su Bai paused his movements and looked up at him, somewhat surprised. Had the news spread so quickly?

”This matter isn’t a secret at all in our circle, okay?” Fatty shook his phone; the screen vaguely showed a group chat interface.

”The Nangong Family sent out invitations with such fanfare, who wouldn’t know? Besides,” he sized up Su Bai’s outfit, which he hadn’t had time to change out of yet.

”Look at you, all dressed up in a suit and looking like a proper gentleman. If you’re not at a bar or hitting on girls late at night, what else could you be doing? You didn’t go to the library for self-study, did you?”

Su Bai didn’t take the bait and instead asked, ”I heard you mention it once before—is your family in the... port and ferry business?”

”Yup,” Fatty nodded, adjusting his leaning position slightly. ”Just a small port on the south side of the city. My dad contracted it in his early years. It’s not large, mainly handling short-distance transport and transshipment of bulk cargo and containers. Oh right, we’ve had a long-term partnership with the Su Corporation’s Overseas Business Department; we’ve transported quite a bit of your family’s goods.”

There was a hint of pride in his voice.

”You said before that your family had some friction with Ji Bochang’s family. Was it because of the port?” Su Bai continued to probe, his thoughts clear.

”I’m not too clear on the specific details; my dad didn’t say much.” Fatty scratched the uninjured side of his head.

”It seems Ji Bochang’s dad also wanted a piece of the port business, or wanted to take over part of the transport routes. Anyway, he was pretty greedy, and the terms he offered weren’t fair. My dad is a straightforward person and didn’t agree, so I guess that’s how the grudge started.”

”That’s a bit strange,” Su Bai rubbed his chin, looking thoughtful. ”I did a quick check. Ji Bochang’s family’s primary industry is community commercial property development and convenience store chains—land-based businesses. Why would someone in community commerce suddenly be so interested in a cargo port? Every profession has its own specialty; this cross-over is a bit too large.”

”That... then I really don’t know.” Fatty shook his head blankly, but after hearing Su Bai say it, he also felt something was off and sat up a bit straighter.

”Yeah... what does he want a port for? To transport instant noodles? Or does he think the pier scenery is nice and wants to develop real estate?” Even he felt these guesses were unreliable.

”Anyway, it’s definitely not for anything good,” Su Bai concluded in a flat tone.

Seeing Su Bai’s calm analysis, Fatty’s heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he asked cautiously, ”Brother Su, do you mean... you’re planning to... take action against Ji Bochang’s family?”

”Yeah,” Su Bai nodded. ”It’s just a side matter. Since he dared to send people after you, he has to pay a price.”

”No.” Hearing this, Fatty quickly waved his hands, the flesh on his face trembling. ”Between him and me, it’s just a personal grudge at most—fighting and cursing. If this gets dragged into family businesses... the nature of it changes! If my dad finds out, he’ll definitely give me a thrashing!”

”Weren’t you the one shouting for revenge and asking me to settle it for you?” Su Bai raised an eyebrow, looking at him with a half-smile.

”Cough... I meant giving him a personal lesson, to make him remember it and not be so arrogant in the future.” Fatty explained somewhat sheepishly, his voice dropping.

”But why does it sound like... Brother Su, your posture doesn’t seem like a small punishment, but more like... you’re going for something big? Like uprooting his entire family?”

By the time he finished, his voice was a bit weak.

Although he hated Ji Bochang’s sneakiness and wanted to vent his anger, he had never thought of escalating things to the level of a family business war or a life-and-death struggle.

Su Bai’s nonchalant ”side matter” gave him an inexplicable chill.

Su Bai took off the restrictive formal wear, tossed it onto a nearby chair, and wearing only a comfortable casual T-shirt and trousers, threw himself into the soft bed, pulling the quilt over his waist.

He stared at the ceiling; the light from the tube was a bit piercing. He squinted his eyes, his tone carrying a half-serious, almost self-deprecating sigh:

”That won’t do. Fatty, have you forgotten who I am? The Young Master of the Su Family. In the entire A City, who hasn’t heard that name? As a standard Villain character like me, how can I let some insignificant nobodies jump around in front of me and even dare to touch my brother? If word gets out, where would I put my face?”

”Nonsense~” Fatty sneered, waving his bandaged hand with an ”are you kidding me” expression. ”With your status, your looks, and this... although you’re a bit lazy, you clearly have the fate of a Protagonist! What does that have to do with being a Villain?”

”Oh?” Su Bai turned his head and looked at Fatty with interest. ”You think I don’t look like a Villain? Then what should one look like?”

”If you were like that grandson Ji Bochang all day, hanging around with shady people, always talking about who your father is, and constantly surrounding yourself with women at clubs, bullying whoever you don’t like... then without you saying it, you’d definitely be a big Villain, and the particularly hated kind at that.”

Fatty smacked his lips, actually putting on a serious analytical expression as if he were defining a character’s role.

”Who says a Villain has to do those classless things?” Su Bai countered.

”Otherwise? If a Villain doesn’t do bad things, isn’t arrogant, and doesn’t bully others, can they still be called a Villain? Wouldn’t they be a saint? It’s not like I don’t read novels; I know the tropes!” Fatty spoke with conviction and even leaned halfway out to look at Zhou Feng, who had been quietly playing on his phone on the opposite bed, seeking an ally.

”Fengzi, don’t you agree? Look at Brother Su’s face and aura. Is there even a hint of arrogance or overbearingness? Right?”

Hearing this, Zhou Feng finally looked up from his phone screen and pushed his glasses. His gaze lingered on Su Bai’s face, which remained outstanding even while lying down, and then he nodded honestly, giving a concise evaluation: ”I think Su Bai is a pretty good person. And mainly, with a face like yours, you can’t even look fierce.”