When the Male Lead Finds Out I’m the Transmigrator Trying to Win Him Over - Chapter 12

On the night Meng Tingmo brought up divorce, he was kicked out of the house by his mother.
Madam Meng didn’t dare let him stay with Yun Ruo, afraid that he might upset her into a premature birth.

She herself almost had a heart attack from the anger—Meng Tingmo must have been possessed.

Meng Tingmo didn’t care. Since Yun Ruo was pregnant, divorce couldn’t be carried out right away. He had only given his parents a heads-up, and once the time came, he would immediately sign the divorce papers with Yun Ruo.

He never even considered the possibility that Yun Ruo would ask for a divorce on her own.

After all, Yun Ruo had worked so hard to “strategically conquer” him for money; before reaping the benefits, she definitely wouldn’t let him go.

Yun Ruo spent one night alone in the old mansion, then returned to their home on Liuli Road the next day. The lawyer had already drafted the agreement—she only needed to sign it.

The nanny was out buying groceries. Yun Ruo spread the contract across the table. The bold title “Equity Transfer” left her momentarily dazed.

Three years ago, it had been the same. When the nanny went out shopping, Meng Tingmo had placed a contract before her.

“What’s mine is yours. I can give you everything I have.”

At that time, she had been so shocked she didn’t dare accept it. It was too much. With just a signature, she would instantly become a billionaire.

She had never once associated herself with that kind of wealth.

Meng Tingmo laughed at her for being timid, guiding her hand to sign:
“This is nothing—you’ll be worth hundreds of billions in the future.”

“Aren’t you afraid I’ll run away with the money?” she asked back then.

Meng Tingmo said it didn’t matter:
“As long as I earn fast enough, you won’t be able to escape.”

“Besides, I told you, I love you. You can take everything from me.”

I love you.

Yun Ruo blinked. Every memory of Meng Tingmo remained vivid—she still remembered his serious, earnest face when he said those words, his eyes filled entirely with her.

She loved Meng Tingmo. She didn’t want to separate. Let her try one last time.

Yun Ruo signed the contract.

All she had to do was hand it to Meng Tingmo—everything he had once given her, she would return.

She wanted to prove she had never been with him for money.

She picked a time and went to his office. Ever since the banquet where Meng Tingmo had shown up with Jiang Yufei, rumors about “Young Master Meng’s marriage crisis” had been spreading. Passing through reception, she caught the sympathetic looks of employees.

Her chest felt heavy, an indescribable mix of emotions. She entered the elevator.

Meng Tingmo’s assistant asked her to wait in the lounge:
“President Meng is in a meeting.”

Uneasy, Yun Ruo straightened her clothes and softly answered, “Alright.”

She rarely came to his office, and even if she did, she never had to wait—Meng Tingmo had said she could come and go as she pleased.

Now she could only sit aside.

The contrast weighed on her. She pulled out her phone, scrolling through apps without focus.

He Xitong had posted on his social feed: “So annoyed.” Attached was a meme: “Punch the idiot out.”

Yun Ruo instinctively wanted to like it but hesitated—afraid He Xitong might mind. She shut her phone off.

Outside, it was overcast. The air had grown colder, and she wrapped her coat tighter.

Her due date was early next month.

December—the coldest season.

She got up and walked around the lounge.

It had been almost twenty days since her conflict with Meng Tingmo. She hadn’t realized so much time had passed.

When dating, they’d quarreled too, but reconciled within two days. After marriage, it never came to that—Meng Tingmo always yielded first.

So now it was her turn to make peace, wasn’t it?

She glanced again at the contract.

An hour passed. His office remained shut.

She asked the assistant, who avoided her eyes:
“Yes, that guest came early this morning… It must be important. Could you wait a bit longer?”

“That guest?” Yun Ruo pressed. “Who is he meeting with?”

The assistant’s evasive gaze told her everything.

She stopped waiting. She pushed the office door open.

Laughter spilled out. Jiang Yufei sat on the sofa clapping her hands, while Meng Tingmo worked behind his desk.

The scene was painfully familiar.

Once, it had been her sitting there.

When Yun Ruo entered, Jiang Yufei’s smile faded, and she and Meng Tingmo both looked her way.

“What is it?” Meng Tingmo glanced once, then lowered his head to his files, no trace of expression.

It was as though Yun Ruo’s presence irritated him.

“Madam…” The assistant whispered nervously behind her, afraid she might collapse.

But Yun Ruo didn’t.

She didn’t even show hurt.

She produced the contract:
“I want to speak with you alone.”

At the word “alone”, Jiang Yufei raised her hand:
“Then should I leave?”

Meng Tingmo said there was no need:
“Nothing here can’t be said in front of others.”

But Yun Ruo insisted, looking directly at Jiang Yufei:
“Can you step out?”

Her gaze was calm. After being left hanging by her husband for so long, she had not uttered a single accusation.

Jiang Yufei glanced at Yun Ruo’s pregnant belly—her due date was soon.

“Fine.” She stood up. “You’re husband and wife, go ahead and talk.”

The office fell silent with only the two of them.

“She’s gone,” Meng Tingmo leaned back, voice detached. “I hope what you have to say isn’t useless nonsense.”

Yun Ruo didn’t reply right away.

When love was strong, there was no time for sorrow. But once it faltered, every corner held memories.

She remembered how, when Meng Tingmo first joined the company after graduation, she had applied to the marketing department just to be near him.

Interns didn’t need high-level interviews, so she slipped in unnoticed until he discovered her days later and summoned her to his office.

Just like now—him sitting at the desk, asking leisurely:
“What do you want to say?”

And she had answered:
“Nothing. I just wanted to see you.”

He had chuckled, calling her shameless for following him everywhere.

“I’d never have caught you otherwise,” she protested, a little hurt.

That had been her fourth year chasing him. She was used to trailing behind; maybe he had grown used to turning around to see her there. Later, when they finally got together, he admitted he had loved seeing her in the company.

“I had already kept you in my heart back then.”

Thinking of that line made Yun Ruo’s chest ache.

The Meng Tingmo of four years ago overlapped with the one sitting before her now. She couldn’t believe that someone who had loved her so deeply could fall out of love in just twenty days.

She stepped closer, placing the contract on his desk.

“What you gave me, I’ll return to you.”

Meng Tingmo’s eyes flicked down to the bold words “Equity Transfer”.

He didn’t move. “What’s this supposed to mean?”

Yun Ruo turned to the signature page:
“You once said I married you for money. Since you think that, I’ll give everything back.”

“I just want you to know—I never, ever loved you for money.”

Bending awkwardly with her pregnancy, she carefully slid the contract toward him.

“Sign it.”

Outside, rain began to patter softly, matching the atmosphere—as though lifted straight from an old romance tragedy, where the heroine humbled herself, begging for reconciliation.

Meng Tingmo stayed still.

Yes, she had said before that she would return everything—the shares, properties, even the money he transferred. Back then, he hadn’t believed her. Or rather, he had assumed it was just a trick, a tactic to soften him, to turn him back into the fool who obeyed her every word.

Yes—that’s all it was, a tactic.

He picked up the contract, flipping through it:
“You really plan to give all this back?”

Yun Ruo nodded. This was the only way she could think of:
“From now on, you don’t need to give me anything.”

She was still young, educated, with work experience. Even without Meng Tingmo, she could earn her keep.

So please—please believe her.

“Alright.”

Her eyes brightened, thinking he had agreed to reconcile.

But the next moment, he set the contract aside and returned to his work:
“I’ll keep this. If there’s nothing else, you can go.”

Her eyes dimmed instantly.

“You still don’t believe me.”

He said nothing. The arrow was nocked—there was no turning back. He had already told his family he would divorce, even staged appearances with Jiang Yufei. There was no room for retreat.

He reminded himself he couldn’t soften. If he did, she would have control over him forever.

Yet, he didn’t dare meet her eyes.

Silence stretched, until Yun Ruo’s near-broken voice cut through:
“What will it take for you to believe me?”

His grip on the pen nearly snapped it in half. Finally, he looked up, heart hardening.

“I will never believe you again.”

“I hate you. Seeing you makes me sick.”

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