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

139: Chapter 139 The Nangong Family’s Two-Pronged ApproachThe message was sent successfully, and almost immediately, he received a brief encrypted acknowledgment from Uncle Fu representing ”Received and Executing.”

Su Bai felt greatly relieved. The ”busy with official business” solemnity on his face vanished instantly, replaced by that slightly apologetic smile as he turned off his phone screen and put it back in his pocket.

”Sorry about that, Uncle Nangong. It’s settled, just a small matter,” he said easily.

”Young man, having ambition for your career is a good thing.” Mr. Nangong nodded with a smile, signaling the waiter with his eyes.

The waiter immediately stepped forward again, filling the wine glass in front of Su Bai—which had been empty for a moment due to his ”official business”—to the brim. The liquid shimmered with an amber glow under the lights.

Su Bai glanced at the overly attentive waiter and then at the contents of the glass, a cold sneer deepening in his heart. No longer hesitating, he generously picked up the wine glass again and gave a mock toast toward Mr. Nangong: ”I’ve kept you waiting. I’ll drink a penalty cup!”

With that, he tilted his head back and drained it in one go, his movements crisp and neat. As his Adam’s apple bobbed, the liquid that likely contained ”extra ingredients” all entered his stomach.

He wanted to see what kind of play the Nangong Family could put on after this ”spiked” glass of wine went down.

After several glasses of the specially ”spiked” wine, Su Bai began his cooperative performance. First, his gaze gradually grew vacant; he blinked as if having difficulty focusing, then his body swayed slightly. He propped a hand against his forehead, mumbling incoherently, ”This wine... it really packs a punch...” Finally, his head lolled to the side, and his body slumped softly against the back of the sofa. He deliberately adjusted his breathing to be long and heavy, looking exactly like someone who couldn’t handle his liquor and had fallen into a deep sleep.

Sure enough, the moment he ”lost consciousness,” the warm smile on Mr. Nangong’s face instantly vanished, becoming expressionless.

He set down the wine glass he had been toyed with for a long while; the bottom of the glass made a crisp ”clack” as it touched the crystal coffee table. He first used the tip of his shoe to give Su Bai’s shin a tentative, moderately firm kick: ”Little Su? Little Su? Wake up. Drunk already?”

After calling several times and seeing that Su Bai had no reaction—not even a twitch of his eyelids—Mr. Nangong finally felt completely at ease.

He turned toward the trusted waiter who had been standing with hands down in the shadows, his voice kept very low but carrying an unquestionable tone of command: ”How are the preparations? Is everything arranged properly?”

”Rest assured, Master. Everything has been prepared according to your instructions, without a single mistake.” The waiter bowed and replied, his voice steady, though a flicker of certainty at having completed the task flashed in his eyes.

Mr. Nangong nodded and said no more, merely signaling with a look.

The waiter immediately stepped forward. His movements weren’t particularly gentle, but he efficiently hoisted up the unconscious Su Bai.

Su Bai allowed himself to be propped up like a giant doll, his head hanging down, while his heart churned with an intense urge to complain:

Are you serious, officer?

You’re someone who has fought in the overseas business world for so many years and headed a great family, even if you’re on your last legs now!

That’s it?

A scheme of this level?

Su Bai practically wanted to feel embarrassed on behalf of this ”Uncle Nangong.”

Drugging someone to knock them out, and then what?

This plot is so cliché it looks like it was ripped straight out of last century’s pulp literature!

If others knew that the head of the Nangong Family had this level of strategic ability, wouldn’t they laugh their heads off and frantically complain about the author forcing a drop in intelligence?

Have all those years of ruthlessness and scheming in the business world been fed to the dogs?

Even if the situation is urgent and a cornered dog jumps the wall, you can’t jump with so little technical skill!

As Su Bai was being half-dragged and half-carried, his internal monologue continued its frantic output.

Setting aside what specific goal you want to achieve by drugging me, where is the basic logic?

My Uncle Fu is still waiting in the car outside!

A lively young master like me enters your house and then mysteriously ”passes out drunk” and loses consciousness, maybe even failing to come out for a long time—wouldn’t he get suspicious?

Wouldn’t he find a way to make contact or check in?

Is this villa made of copper walls and iron bastions or some alternate dimension that can completely cut off internal and external communication?

There are so many loopholes it’s like a sieve; I really can’t finish complaining in just a sentence or two.

Su Bai felt himself being carried through the living room toward some unknown room or staircase, his physical senses perceiving the movement around him.

Any opponent with a normal brain wouldn’t resort to such crude operations.

However, this strong urge to complain and sense of absurdity was soon replaced by a helpless feeling of ”as expected.”

Whatever, why get worked up over the logic of a novel world?

He curled his lips inwardly.

Has he encountered few bizarre events and brain-dead plots since transmigrating?

Protagonist halos, retarded Villains, coincidences flying everywhere... aren’t these all standard operations?

Since he’s here, he has to follow the rules of this place.

Thinking this way, his mindset instantly smoothed out a lot.

He relaxed his body, completely surrendering his weight to the waiter, focusing on playing the role of an unconscious hostage. Meanwhile, he secretly sharpened his hearing and vague sense of direction, wanting to see how the Nangong Family intended to carry out this loophole-ridden play.

Perhaps behind this crude plan, there was a more direct intention he hadn’t understood yet?

But fortunately, he had the blessing of the Immortal Kidney Body; otherwise, he really would have been drugged unconscious today.

Su Bai was half-supported and half-dragged to the second floor of the villa and pushed into a room.

The waiter laid him down—none too gently—on a large bed covered with a velvet bedspread, then quickly retreated. A slight sound of the door being double-locked from the outside could even be heard.

The room door closed, cutting off the sounds from outside.

Su Bai immediately opened his eyes. His gaze was clear, without a single trace of intoxication. He sat up briskly and quickly scanned his surroundings.

This was a guest room with luxurious but old-fashioned decor: a crystal chandelier, heavy curtains, expensive furniture, landscape oil paintings on the walls, and a large-screen LCD TV in the corner. Everything looked ”normal,” even boringly so.

”That’s it?” Su Bai raised an eyebrow, the sense of absurdity rising again due to the crudeness of the opponent’s plan.

Drugging him and throwing him into an ordinary guest room?

What does this count as?

Does the Nangong Family intend to let him sleep until he wakes up naturally and then pretend nothing happened? Or are there hidden cameras in this room, preparing to film him sleeping?

He was just thinking that Uncle Fu should have already cleaned up all the surveillance in the villa; he had no doubt about that.

With Uncle Fu’s ability and efficiency, small matters like physical isolation and signal coverage were nothing to worry about.

However, just as this thought flashed through his mind—

”Click.”

An extremely faint mechanical sound, definitely not from a door lock, abruptly came from the wall beside the head of his bed.

Su Bai snapped his head around to look.

He saw that on the wall, which had originally appeared to be a single piece covered in intricate wallpaper, an extremely well-hidden secret door was silently sliding inward!

The gap in the door gradually widened, revealing the dark passage behind it and... a figure.

It was Mu Xue.

The decent, light-colored dress she had been wearing was now torn in several places. Especially at the shoulders and the hem, the fabric hung in disarray, revealing the fair skin beneath. One of her hands was tightly clutching a strip of cloth torn from her skirt.

Her face, which usually bore a cold or detached expression, was now flushed with an extremely abnormal crimson. Her gaze was vacant and dazed, and her breathing was as rapid as if she had just finished a long-distance run, her chest heaving violently.

”Mu Xue?” Su Bai was stunned and called out subconsciously.

Didn’t Nangong say she went back to her foster parents’ house?

Why would she appear here? And in this state, coming out of a secret door?

Hearing the voice, Mu Xue’s vacant gaze seemed to struggle to focus on Su Bai. However, she didn’t respond; instead, as if driven by some instinct, she stumbled but moved exceptionally quickly to the side of the bed.

She reached out with both hands, carrying a scalding temperature and strength, and suddenly grabbed Su Bai’s shoulders, her fingers almost digging into his clothes.

A scorching and chaotic breath blew toward him, and her body was even trembling slightly.

In an instant, like lightning piercing through a fog, Su Bai understood everything!

It turned out the target of the drugging was never just him alone!

That old bastard Nangong was playing a two-pronged game!

The drug given to him was likely a sedative to make him fall into a deep sleep and be at their mercy; but the one given to Mu Xue... looking at this reaction, this state, this completely out-of-control appearance...

It was a potent aphrodisiac!

”Holy crap!” Su Bai couldn’t help but curse inwardly, while a strong sense of being played, irritation, and a deeper sense of absurdity also rose within him.

This wasn’t just a simple melodramatic plot anymore; this was forcibly stitching together an 8 PM prime-time soap opera with a tabloid scandal!

To pull him down, the Nangong Family really discarded their last shred of dignity and bottom line, even willing to use their newly reunited daughter like this!

He had complained about the plan being crude before, but now it seemed the plan was so simple and crude it was appalling, yet also viciously effective to the extreme—if he didn’t have the ”Immortal Kidney Body” to be immune to drugs and was currently unconscious in bed, and Mu Xue was controlled by drugs, her mind unclear, actively throwing herself into his arms... the ensuing scene would be simply unthinkable.

What a move to pull the rug out from under him, plus moral kidnapping and public opinion coercion! Although the method was despicably low, in certain circumstances, it was effective enough.

Su Bai looked at Mu Xue, whose breathing was getting faster, her eyes more dazed, almost completely pressing herself against him. Feeling the abnormal heat and trembling from her hands, his brain worked rapidly. Now was not the time to complain about the Nangong Family’s IQ and moral standards; the urgent priority was to handle the crisis in front of him.

Mu Xue was clearly in a state where she had lost her reason, completely controlled by the drug.

He took a deep breath, his gaze becoming calm.

Nangong Family, this move of yours is truly ruthless. Mu Xue is your biological daughter after all, and you use her like this?

Warning bells rang in Su Bai’s mind. Without time for further thought, he used both hands to firmly grab Mu Xue’s burning shoulders and pushed her away from him!

Mu Xue stumbled back two steps, her gaze even more confused and chaotic, as she let out a dissatisfied whimper.

Su Bai took the opportunity to dash to the heavy solid wood door of the bedroom, his fingers quickly fumbling with the lock.

Fortunately, the doors of these old-fashioned villas often retained a manual deadbolt on the inside.

He twisted it without hesitation, and with a crisp metal click, the door was firmly locked from the inside, temporarily cutting off the risk of someone suddenly barging in from the outside.

The very moment he finished locking the door, a soft, burning body pressed against him from behind again.

Mu Xue seemed to have lost all reason and reserve. Relying solely on the instinct driven by the drug, her arms tightly encircled Su Bai’s waist from behind. Her cheeks rubbed randomly against his neck, her scorching breath puffing against his skin, as she kept murmuring incoherent syllables: ”Su Bai... Su Bai... so hot... it hurts...”

She was like a small beast seeking comfort yet full of aggression, her behavior completely uncontrolled.

”Wait a second! Calm down!”

Su Bai barked in a low voice, struggling to pry her hands from around his waist.

He didn’t know where this girl got her strength, but it was surprisingly great.

Meanwhile, he used his free hand to quickly pull out his phone.

Unlocking the screen, he quickly sent a message to Uncle Fu: [Are you sure all the surveillance has been cleaned up? Including any that might be hidden?]

Uncle Fu’s reply arrived almost instantly: [Rest assured, Young Master. The main system and all backup and hidden camera real-time signals and storage have been intercepted and overwritten. Physical lines have also been interfered with. The villa is currently in a ”visual blind spot.”]

Seeing this reply, Su Bai felt slightly more at ease. But the trouble in front of him had only just begun.

He had just finished reading the message and hadn’t had time for the next step when he felt his waist loosen—Mu Xue had let go of her embrace at some point and slid down, half-kneeling on the carpet at his feet. She looked up at him with watery, urgent eyes, and one hand had already reached his belt buckle!

”No! Hey! Why are your hands so fast!”

Su Bai’s scalp tingled. He quickly bent down to grab Mu Xue’s naughty wrist.

Her skin was terrifyingly hot, and her struggling strength was unexpectedly large.

”Mu Xue! Wake up! Look at me! Do you know what you’re doing?”

”...I... want... give it to me...” Mu Xue couldn’t hear a word. She was simply following the primitive impulse inside her that was almost burning her to ashes, intermittently repeating broken words as her other hand also tried to climb up.

He didn’t even need to hear her clearly to know what state the drug had pushed her to and what she wanted. His heart grew even more disgusted with the Nangong Family’s dirty tactics.

Just how large a dose did that old bastard give her?

He clearly didn’t intend to leave any room for maneuver!

The situation was urgent. Su Bai forced himself to stay calm. While forcefully restraining Mu Xue’s moving hands, he struggled to type on his phone screen with one hand, sending another command to Uncle Fu: [Focus the search around the villa, especially hidden spots. Find Brother Bufan! He is very likely nearby! Fast!]

According to the tropes he was familiar with, in this kind of ”caught in bed” drama, the male lead would definitely appear at the most critical moment.

As the most likely protagonist right now, Brother Bufan would surely show up.

[Understood, searching immediately.] Uncle Fu’s reply was still concise and efficient.

Su Bai had just tossed his phone onto the bed next to him, intending to free up both hands to control Mu Xue, when his gaze inadvertently swept over her. His breathing instantly hitched—at some point, the already tattered dress on Mu Xue had completely left her body, slumped on the carpet like a pile of useless rags.