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

131: Chapter 131 Interactive Lin WanUpon hearing this, Su Bai lazily lifted an eyelid and looked at Uncle Fu. ”Someone’s here? They certainly didn’t waste any time.”

”Yes,” Uncle Fu nodded, confirming, ”It’s Brother Bufan. Moreover, based on the skills and responses he displayed, it’s certain that he is indeed from the Dragon King Hall, and his status shouldn’t be low.”

His tone was as steady as ever, yet it carried a sense of knowing that everything was under control.

Just as expected! This Brother Bufan was a member of the Dragon King Hall, and judging by the strength he displayed and his ability to mobilize such resources, he was nine times out of ten the mysterious ’Dragon King’ himself!

A bodyguard with extraordinary skills and a mysterious background just happened to appear beside Mu Xue, who had recently returned and was in a delicate situation—this alone was enough to set off the highest level of alarm in Su Bai’s mind.

The shadow-like concept of the ’protagonist’ was like a sword hanging over his head, its fall unpredictable. It had been lingering in Su Bai’s heart for many years, ever since he transmigrated and realized what kind of story he was in.

Xiao Fan might have been a misjudgment or a prelude, but this time, combined with the iconic name ’Dragon King Hall,’ all the clues fit together perfectly.

Brother Bufan was the true protagonist the world had prepared for him, the ’Villain’.

Having transmigrated into the role of a Villain and spent years living aimlessly, he had finally waited for the real deal to take the stage.

Instead of the expected tension or fear, a strange sense of calm rose in Su Bai’s heart, as if what was meant to come had finally arrived.

Thus, the purpose of that gold became clear—it was obviously shipped from overseas by this ’Dragon King’ protagonist, intended to be exchanged for cash within China to serve as funds for his activities or plans.

This brought to mind that suspicious four billion... The Ji Family had long been an empty shell; how could they possibly have such a massive amount of liquid capital?

There was a high probability that this four billion was also tied to the Dragon King Hall, likely being another portion of funds laundered or transferred through similar means.

Four billion in cash, plus that box of incredibly valuable gold.

While it might not completely cover the Nangong Family’s massive overseas deficits and bad debts, if used properly, it was enough to let the Nangong Family stabilize their position in A City or even domestically, gaining a breathing room and even serving as capital to start anew.

This move indeed seemed like preparation for intervening in the Nangong Family’s situation.

”Uncle Fu,” Su Bai’s thoughts became clear, and he immediately instructed, ”Take action on that four billion that just arrived. Use the fastest and safest channels to transfer it out in batches into clean accounts that we fully control. Since this ’pie from the sky’ has landed in our bowl, let’s not let it fly away.”

”Understood, Young Master. I’ll see to it immediately.” Uncle Fu responded steadily without the slightest hesitation, turning to arrange the transfer of that staggering amount of funds.

Su Bai turned off the noisy television and headed downstairs.

The warm lights and faint sounds of chatter and laughter from the living room formed a sharp contrast to the schemes he had just been calculating in his mind.

As soon as he walked down the stairs, he saw Lin Wan sitting on the sofa, chatting with his mother, Ms. Shang Hui.

She had changed into a light-colored home sweater, her long hair draped smoothly over her shoulders. Her profile looked much softer under the light, and she held a cup of steaming flower tea in her hands.

”When did you get here? Why didn’t you give me a call?” Su Bai paused for a moment and asked casually, his tone sounding more naturally domestic than usual.

”Hmm?” Before Lin Wan could answer, Ms. Shang Hui, who was peeling an apple, looked up first. She glanced at her son with some surprise, ”Why are you home? When did you get back?”

”...” Su Bai felt a bit helpless. ”Mom, I’ve been back for over half an hour. I was in my room upstairs. Your attention must be entirely on Lin Wan, huh?”

”Oh~” Ms. Shang Hui realized and laughed, tapping her forehead. ”No wonder I didn’t hear anything. Wanwan and I went shopping this afternoon and bought some things. We just got home not long ago and were just chatting.”

As she spoke, she naturally handed a slice of the peeled apple to Lin Wan before looking at her son. ”Have you had dinner yet? If not, I’ll have the kitchen make something for you.”

Lin Wan took the apple and whispered a ”Thank you, Auntie” before looking up at Su Bai. Her gaze was calm, as if that slightly sharp conversation in the restaurant had never happened, though a very faint ripple seemed to pass through the depths of her eyes.

She pursed her lips slightly and didn’t answer Su Bai’s initial question about why she hadn’t called him. It was as if the answer was understood between them, or perhaps, in front of an elder, she chose to maintain this superficial decorum.

”I’ll eat, of course I’ll eat.” Su Bai answered quickly, pulling out a chair by the dining table and sitting down.

This was the feeling of home. No matter what his status was outside or how many zeros were in his bank account, in his mom’s eyes, the eternal points of focus were always ”Have you eaten?” and ”Are you dressed warmly?”

During those two years abroad, if his dad hadn’t often stepped in to smooth things over, Ms. Shang Hui probably would have insisted on making an overseas call every single day. Her core message never changed: food and clothing.

”That’s perfect then. I’ll go make you something; it’ll be quick.” Ms. Shang Hui said, putting down what she was holding and preparing to go to the kitchen.

She had always enjoyed cooking herself, a habit that hadn’t changed in years.

Logically, with a background like the Su Family, having several top-tier chefs from all over the country stationed at home should have been the standard configuration.

Su Bai had seen plenty of top private chefs and Michelin stars during his two years abroad, but in the end, he still felt that no one’s skills could match his mom’s home-cooked flavors.

”Auntie, sit and rest for a while. Let me do it.” Lin Wan stood up gently at this moment, naturally pressing down on Ms. Shang Hui’s arm to keep her from rising.

This action made both Ms. Shang Hui and Su Bai look at her at the same time. Being watched by the two of them, a faint blush rose on Lin Wan’s cheeks, but her tone remained steady as she explained, ”I’ve learned so much from you over the past two years; I have to put it into practice to see if I’ve graduated. Today, you just be the examiner and sit back and wait to eat.”

”Alright!” Upon hearing this, Ms. Shang Hui’s face immediately broke into a smile. She agreed readily and sat back down comfortably, her eyes full of admiration and relief. ”Then I’ll be waiting to taste our Wanwan’s cooking!”

The more she looked at Lin Wan, the more she liked her.

Compared to the frustrating gossip she often heard in her circles about other people’s daughters-in-law—either being extravagantly wasteful and causing chaos, or having too many schemes and unsettling the household—Lin Wan showed none of those habits.

Not only was her appearance outstanding, but more importantly, she was steady and sensible. She managed Su Bai’s game company impeccably, balancing her studies and career perfectly.

What was even more rare was that during the two years Su Bai was abroad, Lin Wan would often come over to chat and keep her company. She never tried to curry favor deliberately, but her attentiveness and companionship were genuine.

Normally, Ms. Shang Hui would gather with her group of friends for tea. Hearing them talk about how much of a headache mother-in-law relations were, she couldn’t relate at all.

Between her and Lin Wan, they interacted naturally and harmoniously, more like a pair of friends who admired each other despite the age gap. She liked and approved of this ”prospective daughter-in-law” from the bottom of her heart.

Lin Wan smiled at Ms. Shang Hui, then turned and walked gracefully toward the kitchen, familiarly putting on an apron and starting to get busy.

The faint sounds of washing, cutting, and cooking soon came from the kitchen, accompanied by the gradually spreading aroma of food.

Watching this scene while leaning against the back of his chair, the tension Su Bai felt because of the ’Dragon King’ and the four billion was unknowingly diluted by this plain and warm domestic atmosphere.

His mom had already started excitedly telling him about the interesting things that happened while shopping with Lin Wan today, her gaze occasionally drifting toward the kitchen with satisfaction.

”Hey, if you ask me,” Ms. Shang Hui leaned closer to her son, lowering her voice, though her face carried an unhideable smile and expectation, ”you two shouldn’t have to wait until graduation. In my opinion, you should just hold the engagement party early and settle the marriage by the end of the year. That would be so good.”

”Oh, Mom, how old am I? There’s no rush for this.” Su Bai quickly waved his hand, subconsciously glancing toward the kitchen.

Previously, he had always labeled Lin Wan as the ’female Protagonist,’ a ’trouble,’ or a ’responsibility.’ Wearing those tinted glasses, he always felt a distance when looking at her, and everything felt inexplicably awkward.

But ever since Lin Wan had spoken plainly that night, that invisible barrier seemed to have suddenly thinned.

During their recent meetings, he would occasionally feel that this girl... seemed to look better and better. Even her profile as she worked in the kitchen possessed a vividness and beauty he had previously ignored.

”So what? When I married your father, how old was he? The age was just right!” Ms. Shang Hui immediately brought up ’historical experience,’ speaking with conviction.

”Don’t worry, Mom. We both know what we’re doing and how to proceed.”

Su Bai didn’t use common excuses like ”waiting for my career to stabilize” or ”there are still things to do at home” to brush her off.

Those things might be real obstacles for others, but for him, they weren’t problems at all.

If there was a truly difficult ’problem’ that needed to be faced, it was probably the feelings themselves—how to confirm them, how to accept them, and how to turn a relationship that started as a family arrangement into a choice that truly belonged to him.

To him, this was more foreign and required more time than dealing with any business rival.

”Fine, fine, you always have your own set of reasons.”

Ms. Shang Hui understood her son’s temper and knew this kind of thing couldn’t be forced, so she didn’t press further. She just laughed and patted his arm, ”Then go, give your future wife a hand.”

”I’m going upstairs to call your father and ask him—look at the time, why isn’t he back yet?” She deliberately emphasized the words ’future wife’ a bit, her tone teasing.

Su Bai rubbed his nose and strolled to the kitchen door. Lin Wan was facing away from him, her head slightly lowered, focusing on washing vegetables in the sink. The sound of running water was brisk, and her movements were practiced and light.

”Ahem,” Su Bai cleared his throat and walked in. ”Uh... is there anything you need help with?”

The sudden voice made Lin Wan startle slightly. She turned to look at him, then breathed a sigh of relief, giving him a reproachful glance: ”You scared me. Why did you come in?”

”Seeing how serious you are, I thought I’d observe and learn.” Su Bai said, naturally reaching out to grab some unwashed vegetables from a bag nearby.

”Don’t touch that,” Lin Wan was quick, her wet hand gently pushing his arm to block him, ”I’m almost done washing. Don’t make things worse by trying to help. The water is cold; don’t get your hands wet.”

Su Bai was pushed back half a step and took the opportunity to say, ”Then can I at least boil some water? It might be needed later.”

”No need, there’s freshly boiled water in the thermos.” Lin Wan refused flatly again, pointing to a corner of the counter.

”Then I’ll... chop some scallions?” Su Bai looked around, trying to find a ’job’ he could handle.

”Just go sit out there and wait to eat.” Lin Wan turned back to continue washing vegetables. Her tone sounded natural, yet it carried a sense of dismissal.

”I was just specifically assigned by my mom to come in and help. If I go back out this quickly, she’ll definitely think I’m being lazy and didn’t want to work at all.” Su Bai leaned against the counter, explaining somewhat helplessly.

Lin Wan didn’t stop her movements or turn her head, but a hint of a knowing smile came through her voice as she lightly tossed back: ”You didn’t really want to help anyway.”

”How do you know?” Su Bai blurted out almost subconsciously, only realizing after he said it that it was a bit of a self-confession.

At this, Lin Wan turned her head, her lips curling into a beautiful arc. Her clear eyes held a bit of cleverness that had already seen through him, and her voice was light: ”You, Young Master Su, are used to being a ’hands-off boss.’ You’ve never lifted a finger for chores; who doesn’t know that?”

She spoke bluntly, but without any hint of complaint or irony. Instead, it was like a familiar banter, mixed with a faint, barely perceptible indulgence.

Under the warm kitchen light, a small droplet of water had splashed onto her cheek. She had shed her usual cool business persona and appeared exceptionally vivid.

Being called out like that and seeing her like this, Su Bai forgot to argue for a moment. He rubbed his nose, feeling a bit sheepish, but couldn’t help but smile along.

The atmosphere in the kitchen inexplicably became somewhat subtle and peaceful.

Su Bai was choked up by those words and couldn’t find a retort for a moment. Watching Lin Wan skillfully scoop out the washed vegetables to drain, her scallion-white fingers appearing exceptionally slender under the running water, he rubbed his nose and muttered sheepishly, ”...I’m not that useless.”

Lin Wan didn’t respond, but the curve of her lips rose a few more degrees.

She turned around, took a kitchen knife from the rack, and prepared to chop the vegetables. The blade flashed with a cold light under the lamp.

”I can at least do this, right?” Su Bai, seemingly finding an opportunity to prove himself, leaned in closer. ”I’ve seen a bit of vegetable chopping before.”

Lin Wan looked at him sideways, her eyes full of obvious doubt. ”Are you sure? This knife is very sharp; don’t hurt your hand.”

”You underestimate me.” Su Bai rolled up his sleeves, looking like he was ready to do some serious work, and reached out to take the knife.

Lin Wan pulled her hand back and didn’t give it to him. Instead, she pulled out a washed cucumber and a clearly smaller, less sharp fruit knife, handing them to him: ”Use this. Cut it into... evenly thick slices for later use.”