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

76: Chapter 76 Boarding a plane abroadAfter Su Bai’s brief explanation, Lin Guohua combined it with Su Zheng’s previous vague mentions of considerations regarding image and education, and roughly understood the reason for going abroad.

”Times have changed. In our day, public opinion wasn’t even a thing.”

He sat back in his chair, his fingers unconsciously tapping the desk. Suddenly remembering something, he looked up at Su Bai. ”Then... what about Wanwan? Have you told her?”

”Not yet.”

Su Bai shook his head, casually picking a sprig of greenery from a decorative vase on Lin Guohua’s desk and absentmindedly plucking at the leaves.

He and Lin Wan had been able to exchange a few words lately, and it seemed like they were developing a friendship, but as for their relationship, it was just so-so.

”Do you really plan on letting your dad stay in the chairman’s seat until he’s ninety?”

Lin Guohua tried to lighten the mood with a joke.

Giving up a booming domestic career and easily accessible power to run off abroad—this line of thinking seemed a bit... unconventional to him.

But young people had their own ideas, and he could understand that.

”He’s so energetic, let him continue to shine and contribute.”

Su Bai toyed with the leaves he had plucked, answering nonchalantly. His gaze drifted to the skyscrapers outside the window; his thoughts were clearly elsewhere.

Seeing Su Bai’s indifferent attitude and complete lack of planning for the future—or rather, his total avoidance of it—Lin Guohua’s eyes flickered as if he had suddenly thought of something, and a meaningful curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice with the teasing tone of someone who had been there before and a certain sense of foresight.

”Kid, I bet... you’ll definitely regret this carefree decision one day.”

”What do I have to regret?” Su Bai replied dismissively, flicking away the last bit of crushed leaf. Regret was an emotion that was too taxing; he never bothered to anticipate it.

Lin Guohua shook his head at Su Bai’s obliviousness and changed the subject. ”So, you came all the way here today just to tell me this?”

”I had to come say hello, didn’t I?” Su Bai stood up and straightened his jacket, which wasn’t wrinkled at all, speaking as if it were only natural. ”After all, I’ll still need you to look after things on the game side.”

”Fine, I guess you have a bit of a conscience.” Lin Guohua gave a half-smile and pointed a finger at him. ”The flight is this afternoon, and you only tell me this morning. Talk about giving ’plenty of notice.’”

”Alright, I really have to go. My mom is blowing up my phone with calls; she probably has a hundred more things to warn me about.” Su Bai waved his hand and turned toward the door.

”Wait,” Lin Guohua’s voice came from behind, carrying a senior’s reminder. ”Remember to give Wanwan a call. Don’t let the poor girl be the last to know.”

Su Bai didn’t look back; he just gave a casual wave to show he heard, then pulled open the office door and walked out.

Lin Guohua watched his retreating back and smiled helplessly. In the end, still worried, he picked up his phone, found his daughter’s number, and quickly typed out a message.

The international departures hall of the airport was bustling with people.

Shang Hui held Su Bai’s hand, her eyes slightly red, as she tirelessly nagged him. ”Call home as soon as you arrive! Watch what you eat, don’t eat raw or cold food! Let Uncle Fu check the living conditions first! And don’t overwork yourself with your studies, but don’t just play all day either...”

Su Bai listened patiently, nodding occasionally. Finally unable to help himself, he gestured for his mother to look at the luxurious entourage behind him—assistants, bodyguards, a lifestyle manager, a language tutor, and even a family doctor. There were twenty or thirty people in total, standing quietly and professionally not far away.

”Mom, please put your mind at ease.”

Su Bai put his arm around his mother’s shoulder, his tone comforting.

”I’m just going out to have some fun in a different place. Travel is so convenient now; I’ll fly back once I’m on break.”

He really didn’t understand why his mother was acting like he was heading off to some wilderness and wouldn’t be back for years.

The final boarding announcement sounded. Under the gaze of his parents and surrounded by his entourage, Su Bai walked toward the security checkpoint.

Just as the plane was about to close its doors and taxi toward the runway, Lin Wan ran into the departures level, panting for breath.

Her bangs were damp with sweat, her chest heaving, as her eyes searched the crowd urgently, only to run right into Su Zheng and Shang Hui, who were about to leave.

”Uncle, Auntie!” Lin Wan stopped, asking breathlessly, ”Has Su Bai... has he already left?”

”He just took off.” Shang Hui looked at her with some surprise. ”Wanwan, didn’t he tell you the flight time? We thought you knew.”

”...He did, he told me.” Lin Wan’s eyes flickered as she stammered her reply. A clear wave of disappointment quickly washed over her eyes, and she lowered her head, trying to make her voice sound normal. ”It was my fault... the traffic was too bad, and I didn’t make it in time.”

”It’s alright, it’s alright. It’s the thought that counts.” Feeling for her, Shang Hui took Lin Wan’s hand and patted it, beginning to offer comforting words. ”Once he arrives, he’ll definitely contact you. That boy, being away from home, he’s bound to get homesick...”

Lin Wan let Shang Hui hold her hand, listening distractedly, but her gaze involuntarily drifted time and again toward the massive floor-to-ceiling windows.

Just then, a silver-white plane roared as it broke free from gravity, soaring into the blue sky and leaving a receding shadow on the runway.

Shang Hui was still saying something beside her, but Lin Wan only gave soft ”mhm”s, her gaze not pulling away for a long time.

...

The long flight passed in a daze of sleep.

When Su Bai was gently woken by Uncle Fu, night had already fallen outside the cabin window.

Still groggy from sleep, he followed Uncle Fu and the entourage out of the airport.

The cool night breeze woke him up a bit.

Then, he was momentarily stunned by the sight before him—seven or eight black business vans with sharp lines and dark-tinted windows were parked neatly along the private lane.

Uncle Fu seemed accustomed to this, with no hint of surprise on his face.

He stepped forward steadily and began a quick, low-voiced exchange with several men and women in well-tailored suits who had been waiting there.

Among them were blond-haired, blue-eyed Caucasians as well as local faces with darker skin; all of them appeared respectful and professional.

Su Bai only understood a few scattered words, but Uncle Fu’s calm and effortless switching between languages once again proved that his title as the ”Almighty King” was no exaggeration.

It wasn’t until he was led to the most spacious car in the middle and sat in the warm, comfortable back seat that his father Su Zheng’s overseas call came in, almost exactly on time.

”Arrived?” Su Zheng’s voice came through the receiver, the background quiet.

”Just got in the car.” Su Bai yawned, his gaze curiously sweeping across the rapidly receding street scenes outside the window, which were in a completely different style.

”Hmm. Do you know anything about stocks?” Su Zheng’s question came abruptly.