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

138: Chapter 138 Is drugging someone’s drink such a cliché?That subordinate gave a slight nod and immediately withdrew from the hall without a sound.

The two arrived in a spacious living room that felt somewhat oppressive due to the overly heavy furniture.

Mr. Nangong guided Su Bai to sit on the expensive leather sofa, then paced over to the built-in temperature-controlled wine cabinet that nearly covered an entire wall on one side.

The soft light inside the cabinet illuminated rows of bottles with ancient labels and a light layer of dust, making them look genuinely aged.

”Young Su, take a look at these,”

Mr. Nangong gestured across the glass door of the wine cabinet, his tone carrying a hint of boastfulness and deliberately crafted nostalgia.

”These are all my private collection. Some of the good vintages were acquired with great difficulty when I was young, back in Europe. You can’t find them on the market at all now.”

He turned around, looking at Su Bai with a smile that anticipated appreciation.

Su Bai leaned back in the sofa, his posture relaxed. Upon hearing this, he merely offered a faint smile, his tone calm and even carrying a touch of the deference expected from a junior: ”I’m afraid I’m not much of a connoisseur when it comes to wine. I probably wouldn’t be able to appreciate its finer points.”

He directly shut down the topic, his manner polite but showing no intention of delving deeper into discussion.

Mr. Nangong’s smile remained unchanged on his face. Instead, he adopted a pained expression, his brows furrowing as if Su Bai had missed out on one of life’s great pleasures: ”How can that be! A man, especially at your prime age, must understand wine! Wine holds culture, stories, and the nuances of social interaction!”

He shook his head, as if determined to ”educate” the younger generation. Turning to another servant standing by the wine cabinet, he instructed, ”Go, fetch the bottle on the top shelf, third from the left. Yes, the one in the oak box. Since Young Su is here today, I simply must let him taste what truly good wine is!”

The servant immediately brought over a specialized step ladder and carefully retrieved the bottle that had been so solemnly stored.

Mr. Nangong took the bottle, his movements practiced as he caressed its body. However, his gaze seemed to drift toward the direction of the entrance before snapping back. His face once again brimmed with enthusiastic warmth: ”Come, Young Su, let’s have a proper drink today and chat at our leisure!”

Something’s wrong.

This thought dripped like an ice-cold drop into the lake of Su Bai’s heart, sending out ripples of alertness.

But he showed no trace of it on his face, maintaining the same polite, slightly aloof smile.

He trusted his intuition, and he trusted Uncle Fu who was waiting outside.

With the Su Family’s influence and Uncle Fu’s capabilities, within the bounds of City A, even if the Nangong Family were driven to desperation, they absolutely would not dare—or rather, would find it extremely difficult—to pose any real threat to his life.

There was no blood feud between them. The Nangong Family needed him more. Breaking relations would benefit no one.

As for kidnapping?

That was even more laughable.

Laying a hand on the Su Family’s sole heir in City A? Unless it was some utterly reckless desperado completely ignorant of the world and lacking information, no one would take on a job equivalent to suicide.

In the flash of a thought, Su Bai had already weighed the pros and cons clearly.

He remained impassive, his gaze calmly sweeping over the aged, yellow-labeled bottle of red wine respectfully presented by the attendant, then flicking over Mr. Nangong’s seemingly enthusiastic yet shifty-eyed face.

Subsequently, he relaxed into his seat, following Mr. Nangong’s lead, and settled into the large European-style sofa in the center of the living room, facing Mr. Nangong across the expensive rosewood coffee table.

”Speaking of which,” Mr. Nangong personally picked up the decanter, slowly pouring the dark red wine while adopting a casual tone as if he’d just remembered something, ”at the last auction, I saw that young lady accompanying you, Lin Wan, right? I heard she’s your long-arranged fiancée? The Lin Family’s daughter is indeed dignified and gracious.”

His tone carried a paternal sort of concern.

”Ah, Uncle Nangong, that matter... it’s still up in the air.”

Su Bai waved his hand, wearing a helpless smile like any ordinary young man teased by an elder about marriage, his tone offhand, ”It’s just the elders at home talking. We younger ones haven’t thought that far ahead ourselves.”

”True, marriage is a serious matter. Can’t rush it. It depends on fate,” Mr. Nangong nodded, expressing understanding. Then, his words shifted with extreme naturalness, his gaze sincere as he looked at Su Bai, ”However, Young Su, you and my Xiaoxue are old classmates, you know each other well, and you’re both young. You could actually spend more time together, give it a try. Our Xiaoxue, though she didn’t grow up with us, has excellent character and looks.”

He was trying to push Mu Xue back into the center of Su Bai’s attention.

Mr. Nangong was actually feeling quite frustrated in his heart.

He believed he had investigated Su Bai thoroughly enough: before going abroad, he’d had a special relationship with Mu Xue based on money, typical playboy behavior.

His original plan had been meticulously crafted—rekindle their connection through a high-profile acknowledgment of kinship and an auction appearance, then use Mu Xue to tie down Su Bai, smoothly facilitate a marriage alliance. That would allow him to legitimately pull the Su Family, that towering tree, onto his own chariot and alleviate the crisis.

But he never expected that after returning to the country, Su Bai’s attitude toward Mu Xue would be chillingly indifferent, with only a handful of meetings.

This made him doubt more than once whether his intelligence network had made a fatal error. How could a playboy who had such a wild time abroad act so ascetic toward an old acquaintance with whom he’d had a past relationship?

It defied logic!

Listening to Mr. Nangong’s almost undisguised sales pitch, Su Bai inwardly sneered, but on the surface, he adopted the look of someone inexperienced, troubled by family affairs. He went along with Mr. Nangong’s words: ”Uncle Nangong, you have no idea how strict my father is! As for Lin Wan... she was handpicked by my mother, insisting her family background is clean, her personal abilities strong, and, crucially, that the Lin Family’s future largely rests in her hands. Something about... a powerful alliance, optimizing resources?”

He scratched his head, perfectly playing the part of a frustrated young master who only half-understood these business marriage terms but had to follow arrangements, ”All these twists and turns, I really don’t get them, and I can’t be bothered. Anyway, whatever they arrange, I’ll just go along with it.”

Mr. Nangong listened, a faint glimmer shifting in the depths of his eyes, as if digesting the information in Su Bai’s words, judging how much was truth and how much evasion.

The smile remained on his face, but his movement of raising his glass paused almost imperceptibly.

Was this Su kid truly naive, or was he pretending?

”Never mind, never mind, let’s not talk about those bothersome matters. Come, drink! Today is just for drinking and chatting!” Mr. Nangong’s smile grew even more fervent. He proactively raised his glass, as if the previous topic had been merely a passing mention.

His heart, however, was far from as light as his appearance.

If it were half a month ago, before the situation had deteriorated so badly, he would have had plenty of time to maneuver slowly around Su Bai, like boiling a frog in warm water.

After all, with Mu Xue as a card in hand, he was confident that given his daughter’s qualities and their past special relationship, this young playboy would inevitably be tempted.

But fate had other plans. Since he decided to return to the country, the pressure and attacks from overseas had not only failed to ease but intensified, as if an invisible hand were precisely severing every lifeline he had.

This was no coincidence. It felt more like deliberate targeting!

Time waits for no one. The crisis was imminent.

Mr. Nangong knew he could no longer sit idle and engage in a slow game.

Since the meticulously arranged auction ”chance encounter” and subsequent gentle persuasion strategy had yielded minimal results, then to achieve his goal, perhaps he had to resort to more... direct, even unconventional, methods.

”Having spent so many years abroad, Mr. Nangong still enjoys baijiu?” Su Bai picked up the glass of crystal-clear liquid, held it under his nose as if giving it a faint sniff, his gaze sweeping over the contents, his tone casual.

”After all, I’m Chinese. My roots are here. I still prefer this—it’s strong, full of character!” Mr. Nangong laughed heartily, offering a lofty explanation.

Bullshit!

Su Bai inwardly rolled his eyes, but on the surface, he smiled in agreement.

Can’t even speak properly.

He said no more. With a slight lift of his wrist, he downed the pungent liquid in one go.

Thanks to the domineering effects of the Immortal Kidney Body, alcohol was almost like water to him, at most bringing a slightly burning sensation. Experiencing even mild tipsiness or intoxication was a luxury.

Often, he drank simply for the sake of ”drinking,” little different from drinking water, just spicier.

”How is it? This wine alright?” Mr. Nangong’s gaze fixed intently on Su Bai’s expression after he swallowed, asking with a smile.

”Hmm,” Su Bai smacked his lips, offering a very plain, even somewhat amateurish assessment, ”pretty spicy.”

Completely unlike someone appreciating a vintage treasure.

”Hahaha!” Mr. Nangong seemed amused by the blunt reply, his laughter booming, ”You young people just don’t know how to appreciate the subtleties of baijiu! It’s fine, you’ll get used to it after a few more glasses. Good things need to be savored slowly.”

He waved a hand grandly. The attendant standing nearby immediately stepped forward, his movements gentle but unusually swift, refilling Su Bai’s empty glass almost to the brim.

Just... drinking?

Su Bai’s suspicion deepened.

This old fox Nangong was deep and inscrutable, his face revealing little. But the attendant pouring the wine, his eyes weren’t quite right.

His gaze seemed overly focused on the bottle and the glass. The steadiness of his fingers while pouring, the flicker of tension and anticipation in his eyes—these weren’t typical of a well-trained, accustomed servant.

Moreover, his attention seemed to inadvertently drift toward the glass in Su Bai’s hand.

Could it be... drugs?

This thought rang like an alarm bell in Su Bai’s mind, causing his eyes to narrow slightly. He immediately found it somewhat absurd and laughable—could it be?

Could I really run into such a ridiculously cliché, melodramatic plot?

Like being drugged until consciousness blurs, then being set up to be ”caught” assaulting some woman, followed by the ”heroic” protagonist conveniently saving the day, capturing evidence, leading to ruin and forced compliance?

But here’s the problem: who would I be ”assaulting”?

Mu Xue isn’t even here right now.

Could there be some other arrangement?

He couldn’t be sure what exactly had been added to the wine.

But he wasn’t the least bit flustered. He even felt a bit like seeing what tricks the other side could play.

Possessing the Immortal Kidney Body, a BUG-level physique produced by the system, he had absolute confidence in his body’s resistance.

Whatever knockout drugs, aphrodisiacs, or poisons—in the face of this system-modified body, they’d most likely be rendered ineffective, mere sugar water.

System-produced goods are guaranteed quality. This rule applied to almost any novel-derived world.

He sneered inwardly, but on the surface, he maintained the appearance of someone not particularly fond of alcohol yet having to humor an elder. He picked up the ”spiked” glass once more and, under Mr. Nangong’s meaningful gaze, slowly brought it to his lips.

Speaking of which, where’s the protagonist?

While tasting the complex-flavored wine, Su Bai discreetly scanned the living room.

There wasn’t even a shadow of that guy, Li Bufan. For this classic hero-saves-the-damsel scene, how can the play start if the lead actor isn’t on set?

Had the Nangong Family prepared some other ”surprise”?

Follow the plot? That’s what brainless fools do.

Su Bai inwardly scoffed. He wasn’t one of those standard Villains who followed the script step-by-step, waiting to be tricked.

Walking willingly into the trap? Too demeaning.

A timely expression of ”suddenly remembering something urgent,” mixed with realization and apology, appeared on his face. He set down his glass and said to Mr. Nangong, ”Oh dear, look at my memory! Uncle Nangong, just a moment, please! Just a tiny moment! My little gaming company has a new version launching today, and the tech team absolutely insists I give final confirmation on some data... You know how it is with my small venture—can’t afford any slip-ups.”

His tone carried a touch of the ”importance” a young man might place on his career and a hint of annoyance at the interruption, flawlessly acted.

”It’s fine, no rush. Business comes first. Handle your matters,” Mr. Nangong acted extremely magnanimous, smiling and waving his hand to indicate Su Bai should proceed. He himself picked up his glass for a slow sip, but his gaze subtly drifted toward Su Bai’s phone screen.

Su Bai took the opportunity to pick up his phone, his fingers swiftly swiping across the screen. He opened an interface disguised as a game backend management system, frowning seriously as if checking some complex data charts.

In reality, his fingers tapped rapidly on several specific spots. Through an encrypted channel, he sent an extremely concise instruction to Uncle Fu waiting outside: 【Sever all internal and external surveillance storage and transmission for this villa. Real-time override. Silent mode.】

He had to prepare for both possibilities. If the other side was playing the ”drunken misconduct, caught in disgrace” game followed by photo/video blackmail, then the first priority was to destroy the evidence chain.

Without solid video or audio evidence, relying solely on a few blurry photos or one-sided accounts would be powerless against the Su Family’s immense influence and legal team.

If there was a subsequent ”hero saves the beauty” scene, then ensuring there were no ”recorders” on site became even more crucial.

It wasn’t that Su Bai was some master strategist. It was simply that in wish-fulfillment novel worlds, the same things happened over and over. He was too familiar with these low-level tactics.

It always came down to just a few things: drugging, photographing, catching in the act, blackmailing, face-slapping... The routine were so simple they couldn’t even spark interest in a transmigrator like him who’d read countless novels.

Clichéd! Utterly clichéd!