When the Male Lead Finds Out I’m the Transmigrator Trying to Win Him Over - Chapter 2

My wife… is a transmigration strategist.

Meng Tingmo was born into privilege, with outstanding abilities and remarkable looks. No matter where he went, he was always the center of attention.

Since childhood, the number of people who liked him was countless.

The first time he met Yun Ruo was on her freshman day. She was struggling with heavy luggage, asked him for help, and when she looked up at him, her delicate face was filled with nervousness.

He could roughly see that Yun Ruo had some feelings for him, so he rejected her directly. Unexpectedly, Yun Ruo wasn’t discouraged at all and started chasing after him from then on.

He was two years older, already a junior, and since his heart was still with Jiang Yufei, he wanted Yun Ruo to back off. In the beginning, his attitude toward her was far from good.

When friends asked what his relationship with Yun Ruo was, he said, “Nothing.”
When they said Yun Ruo was always following him, he replied, “Just an annoying tag-along.”

But the moment he opened the private room door, he realized Yun Ruo had been standing outside and heard it all.

He didn’t apologize, thinking what he said was simply the truth.

Yun Ruo didn’t seek him out for three days.

He thought she had given up. But three days later, she “came back in full force.”

“Fine, I’ll just be your tag-along. But if I’m the tag-along, then what does that make you?” she muttered.

A roundabout way of scolding him. It made him laugh in exasperation.

He ignored her, continuing on with his life. If Yun Ruo wanted to follow, so be it. After all, he and Yun Ruo were impossible.

But at some unknown point, his feelings toward her began to change.

Every time he was sick, it was Yun Ruo who stayed by his side.
Whenever he faced difficulties, Yun Ruo was there.
When he was upset, Yun Ruo was the one coaxing him.
Everywhere he went, there was Yun Ruo.

After several years, even his friends and his parents—who once thought he should only marry someone of equal status—gradually accepted Yun Ruo.

So much so that when Jiang Yufei came back looking for him, everyone sided with Yun Ruo.

Of course, he knew Yun Ruo’s worth. But Jiang Yufei was different—he couldn’t bring himself to cut ties so cleanly. The three of them became entangled for quite some time.

At its worst, he said hurtful things to Yun Ruo: that his heart only held Jiang Yufei, that he only kept Yun Ruo around out of pity, and since she had thrown herself at him, he might as well not refuse.

Yun Ruo’s eyes had turned red, and then she disappeared for a whole month.

It was during that month that he slowly realized his true heart.

He didn’t actually dislike Yun Ruo.
He just hadn’t come to terms with his feelings yet.

Fortunately, in the end, he made the right choice.

Meng Tingmo loved Yun Ruo.
He couldn’t live without her.

Half a year into their relationship, he proposed. Yun Ruo agreed, and not long after, they held their wedding. After two years of married life, they decided it was time to have a child.

Everything went smoothly—Yun Ruo became pregnant. He hired the best medical team for her, came home every day to keep her company, and never allowed her to suffer even the slightest grievance. Watching her belly grow day by day, he thought life could never be happier than this.

He truly loved Yun Ruo.
Loved her enough to give everything.

But then… why did he have that dream?

On their third wedding anniversary, Meng Tingmo left work early to rush home and be with Yun Ruo. But on the way, another car suddenly lost control and slammed into his. He was sent to the hospital.

The doctors said he was fine, just shaken. He felt guilty for making Yun Ruo worry so late in her pregnancy. Holding her hand as he drifted to sleep, he finally felt at peace.

But then he had a dream.

A… revelation dream.

In the dream, Yun Ruo had actually died eight years ago. But a soul from another world entered her body, and the dead Yun Ruo came back to life. She was also bound to something called a “Money-Grabbing System.”

The system told her that if she wanted to make a fortune, she could choose to “strategically conquer” a wealthy man. Once that man fell head-over-heels for her, all of his assets would become hers.

So Yun Ruo began a five-year strategy. No matter how much she suffered, she never gave up. Each time she completed a mission, the system would subtly distort the man’s perception, blurring his understanding of Yun Ruo, making him believe he loved her.

In the end… she succeeded.

And the man she had conquered was him.

Meng Tingmo jolted awake, drenched in cold sweat. The soft lamp glowed in the room. He forced himself to steady his breathing. After a long time, he looked at Yun Ruo sitting by his bedside with her pregnant belly, and told himself it was only a dream—nothing real.

But the dream’s details were crystal clear. Everything matched up.

He remembered once chatting with Yun Ruo’s younger brother, Yun Jia. Yun Jia had told him clearly about the car accident.

“At that time, my sister’s heart even stopped. The doctors tried for minutes but nothing worked. We all thought she wouldn’t make it. Maybe the doctors were just really skilled, or maybe her will to live was too strong. Either way, she came back.”

And there was more. Yun Ruo’s eating habits had completely changed. According to Yun Jia, she used to be extremely picky, hardly ate anything. But after the accident, she stopped being picky altogether and could eat anything. Yun Jia had joked that maybe dying once made her realize the importance of life, so she decided to eat and live well.

Meng Tingmo had once thought the same. But now, he wondered—was it possible Yun Ruo really wasn’t the same person anymore?

If she wasn’t the same person, then of course her preferences had changed.

Meng Tingmo panicked.

He had never once doubted his love for Yun Ruo—that was the fruit of all her effort. But now… not only was his love questionable, Yun Ruo might not even love him at all.

What if she had only stayed with him for money?

He remembered that the day before their wedding, he had voluntarily transferred her company shares and multiple properties. He told her that everything of his was hers, and she could ask for anything she wanted.

So… was he just the fool?

The woman beside him stirred awake. Meng Tingmo turned his head. She smiled at him as usual.

“When did you wake up? How are you feeling?” she asked gently, reaching out a hand.

Instinctively, Meng Tingmo turned his head away.

Her hand froze in the air.

Yun Ruo moved her fingers. Meng Tingmo turned back, but his face was ice-cold, just like the way he had treated her when they first met eight years ago.

She didn’t know what had gone wrong.

“Are you uncomfortable? Should I call the doctor?” she asked softly, as if speaking to a child.

Meng Tingmo stayed silent for a few seconds, then nodded.

Yun Ruo pressed her lips together, telling herself it was only because of the car accident. That must be why he avoided her touch. Just a minor hiccup—not worth worrying about.

She rose carefully, her back aching after keeping vigil all night.

The doctor arrived shortly after, checked him over, and confirmed there was nothing serious. A few days’ rest would be enough.

His scrapes were minor—just keep them disinfected.

The assistant delivered breakfast. Meng Tingmo went to wash up. For safety, he needed to stay a couple of days for full tests. Oddly though, after resting all night, he didn’t look better—if anything, he looked even more weary.

When Yun Ruo tried to help him out of bed, he instinctively avoided her again.

She froze. Meng Tingmo must have realized this looked bad, because he waved at the assistant instead:
“You’re pregnant. Don’t risk a fall.”

As if he had only refused her out of concern. The assistant quickly stepped in.

Yun Ruo nodded at the explanation, since she couldn’t think of any other reason for his behavior. After all, the night before he had clung to her hand even in his sleep.

Later that morning, his parents arrived. They hadn’t been informed immediately so as not to alarm them. Only after the doctors confirmed he was fine did they come.

The Meng family was wealthy and powerful, and Meng Tingmo was their only son—the apple of their eye. At first, his parents had wanted him to marry into an equally prestigious family, and they hadn’t thought much of Yun Ruo.

Her family was only middle-class, and both her parents had died in the same accident eight years ago, leaving only her and her brother. She had no notable background.

But after years of persistence, his parents accepted her. At least she had a good temperament and truly loved Meng Tingmo—better than some social climber only seeking wealth.

“Go back and rest,” his mother urged. “You’re about to give birth any day now—you need your strength.”

“She’s right,” his father added. “The driver’s waiting downstairs. He’ll take you home.”

Yun Ruo glanced at Meng Tingmo, reluctant to leave.

But he was sitting on the bed, eyes glued to his laptop, as if completely absorbed in work. He didn’t even look her way, let alone join the conversation.

She opened her mouth but said nothing. She turned and walked out.

Only once she was gone did Meng Tingmo finally relax.

And yet… regret gnawed at him.

It was only a dream. Who knew if it was real? If it wasn’t… then the way he was treating Yun Ruo now was far too cruel.

He remembered the hurt look in her eyes earlier, and his chest ached. Ever since they got together, he had never treated her with such coldness.

If it was fake…

He took out his phone, typed a message: “Don’t overthink. I just didn’t want you to worry. Once I recover, I’ll take you out to relax—”

But in the end, he didn’t send it.

The assistant came forward.
“Miss Jiang Yufei is waiting outside. She says she has something very important to tell you.”

On the way home, Yun Ruo nearly broke down. Meng Tingmo’s coldness unsettled her deeply, making her anxious and insecure.

She closed her eyes, pretending to nap so the driver wouldn’t notice her reddened eyes.

She wondered if it was just pregnancy making her overly sensitive. Or perhaps her instincts were right—Meng Tingmo had truly changed.

But how could that be? It had only been one night.

She forced down her doubts, went home, slept for a while, did some crafts, and finally decided to visit the hospital again.

She had the housekeeper prepare light dishes and porridge, packed them in a thermos, and set out.

It was already 5 p.m.—dinnertime. She texted his assistant first, who replied that it was fine.

She didn’t dare text Meng Tingmo directly.

Even when she reached the hospital, she hesitated at the door, hoping everything from the morning had been just a bad dream, and that Meng Tingmo would be back to his gentle self.

Otherwise…

She pushed open the door.

The assistant blocked her way, looking embarrassed.
“Madam, the President said you didn’t need to make a special trip. You should rest at home.”

Yun Ruo blinked, stunned. What had Meng Tingmo said? That she should turn back after coming all the way here?

Even the assistant found it unbelievable. Having worked with Meng Tingmo for years, he knew how much the man cared for Yun Ruo. Yet just now, when he mentioned she was bringing food, Meng Tingmo’s face had gone cold, and he told him to send her away.

He didn’t know what else to say.

“Madam, should I have the driver take you home? Or call a taxi?”

Yun Ruo tightened her grip on the thermos.

After a short silence, she told the assistant to step aside and walked in.

Meng Tingmo was on the bed, working as usual. A workaholic—he could never stay idle.

“Tingmo,” Yun Ruo called softly, forcing a smile. “I brought you dinner. All your favorites. Could you eat first?”

She set the thermos on the nightstand.

“Take it back.”

The moment she placed it down, his cold voice cut through the air.

Yun Ruo snapped her gaze to him.

But Meng Tingmo didn’t even look at her. His brows knitted tightly, and his words were full of disdain:

“I already told you not to bring food. Don’t you understand? Take it away. Just seeing it irritates me.”

Whether he was irritated by the food itself—or by the person who brought it—he didn’t say.
Maybe both.

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