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

77: Chapter 77 Two and a Half Years Later”Huh?”

Su Bai didn’t react immediately, his mind still lingering on the novelty of the unfamiliar surroundings.

He glanced at the front row; Butler Fu had finished his negotiations and was speaking in a low voice with a local liaison-like man in the passenger seat, using fluent English.

”No, I don’t.” Su Bai answered subconsciously.

Stocks? What does that have to do with me now?

”If you don’t know, learn.” Su Zheng’s tone was steady.

”We’ve already arranged relevant teachers and courses for you. Many enterprises under the Su Corporation are preparing for IPOs, including your gaming company. When you can truly understand financial reports and grasp the impact of market fluctuations on the group, then your return to China can be considered.”

”No, Dad!” Su Bai was completely awake now, sitting up straight, his voice slightly raised, ”Didn’t I come abroad to study? What about college campus life?”

”You are studying.” Su Zheng’s voice on the other end of the phone remained calm and steady, without a hint of jest. ”I’m not asking you to learn anything else, just to understand the company’s situation. With your strong comprehension, it’s a good time for systematic learning.”

He paused, then continued, getting straight to the point: ”You want to be a hands-off boss? You can. But you must at least understand what you’re delegating, the basic operational logic of the company, how its value is measured by the market. You must understand these fundamental things. The stock market is the most intuitive window to observe all of this.”

The dial tone after the call ended echoed in his ears.

He suddenly remembered what Uncle Lin had said about him regretting it. He looked up, and Butler Fu’s conversation with the others had also concluded.

Sure enough, Butler Fu also knew what he was there for; his wonderful life was fleeting.

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Two and a half years were enough to completely shed the youthful outlines of a teenager.

The morning sun carried the familiar, slightly gentle warmth of City A.

Su Bai shuffled out in slippers, casually pushing his sunglasses onto his forehead, revealing the pair of eyes beneath.

The usual laziness was still in those eyes, but it was now overlaid with a deeper, more tranquil glimmer that hadn’t been there before.

His height of over 1.8 meters had fully developed, his shoulders were broad and straight. A simple shirt and trousers, worn casually, already gave him the tall and upright physique of someone between youth and manhood.

The last trace of childishness on his face had been completely polished away by time, replaced by a unique temperament that was a blend of aloofness and weariness.

”Oh, my dear Cathy, you know, we just weren’t meant to be.”

”Yes, yes, it’s truly regrettable.”

”My heart aches so much. If fate allows in the future, shall we pick up where we left off? Goodbye~”

”My biological clock is completely ruined.” He hung up the phone, raised a hand to rub his temples, his voice slightly hoarse from the long flight, and a hint of complaint, ”Woke up all day, flew back and landed in broad daylight again. This inverted day and night... it’s really killing me.”

Butler Fu stood by silently. After two and a half years, a few more strands of white hair seemed to have appeared at his temples, but his posture remained as straight as a pine.

He opened the waiting car door for Su Bai, his movements meticulous, just like every day in the past.

Butler Fu began to report on the key matters during his absence: ”The market trend has been stable recently. The marketing department, following the previously approved plan, has continuously injected surplus from the gaming division into the Su Corporation Charity Fund, with positive feedback. The first global finals concluded successfully last month, the event system is operating smoothly, and a preliminary commercial closed-loop has been formed.”

Concise and to the point, all key information.

”Understood.” Su Bai bent down and got into the car, sinking into the familiar yet long-missed soft leather seat, letting out a long sigh.

He wasn’t surprised by Butler Fu’s report of the achievements; they were all part of the plan.

”As for the remaining specific matters and subsequent plans, just have the old man... I mean, my dad’s people follow up and handle them.”

He corrected himself mid-sentence, but the hint of laziness in his tone was exactly the same as before he went abroad.

He didn’t even bother to look at the long-missed city scenery outside the window. Instead, he pulled out a prepared neck pillow from beside his seat, adjusted himself into a comfortable position, and closed his eyes. ”I’ll nap for a bit. Call me when we get home.”

”Yes, Young Master.” Butler Fu replied, starting the car smoothly and deliberately keeping the speed at the most stable gear.

When the car drove into the Su Family villa courtyard, Su Bai was just on the verge of light sleep.

Before Butler Fu could speak, he opened his eyes as if sensing it.

Pushing the door open and getting out of the car, he stood before his long-absent home, took a deep breath, and then shouted with full vigor towards the house: ”Mom! Your handsome and dashing son is back!”

”Xiaobai!” Shang Hui’s surprised voice immediately came from the living room, accompanied by hurried footsteps.

She practically ran out, grabbed Su Bai’s hand, looked him up and down, and her eyes instantly turned red. ”Let Mom have a look! You’ve grown taller and thinner! Didn’t you eat well outside?”

Su Bai smiled, letting his mother examine him, and patted her back: ”How could that be? See, I’m quite sturdy.”

He looked up towards the living room.

Besides his parents, Lin Guohua and his wife Wang Xiu were also sitting on the sofa.

”Oh, Uncle Lin, Aunt Wang, you’re here too.” Su Bai greeted them with a familiar and natural attitude, as if they had parted just yesterday.

His gaze swept over Su Zheng, who was sitting on the main sofa with a calm expression. His smile remained unchanged, but he didn’t initiate a conversation with him.

These past two and a half years have been... hard to describe.

The first year involved overcoming the language barrier, academic pressure, and then, after school, being forced to study those tedious stock curves, company financial reports, and capital operation models, which made his head ache immensely.

The second year was even more ’exciting’: the old man directly cut off his financial supply remotely and set a bunch of rigid learning targets and business case study assignments, calling it ’combining theory with practice’.

The worst part was that all major decisions for his thriving gaming company still required his approval.

Watching huge profits flow into his account, yet being unable to spend as freely as before due to financial restrictions and academic pressure, that feeling was truly indescribable.

Fortunately, every night he still had the game world he created himself to immerse himself in for a moment, which further convinced Su Bai that creating the game was the right thing to do.

Shang Hui pulled him into the house, continuously asking various questions.

Su Bai answered his mother while feeling the familiar yet slightly strange family atmosphere.

In the living room, Su Zheng put down his teacup and looked deeply at his son who had returned home. Those eyes, refined by experience, indeed seemed different from when he left.

Lin Guohua, on the other hand, smiled as he observed Su Bai, with an ’I knew it’ look in his eyes, and said, ”You’ve been doing well, haven’t you?”