When the Male Lead Finds Out I’m the Transmigrator Trying to Win Him Over - Chapter 22

Yun Ruo opened her eyes to a field of white. On the bedside table sat a vase of fresh flowers. The window on one side was open, letting in a breeze tinged with heat. The room was empty.

She sat up, only to realize she was in a hospital.

【This body was saved by you. When your soul returned to the original world, the body fell into a coma. The hospital is the safest place for it.】

【If you had collapsed by the roadside, anything could have happened.】

“So… the night of childbirth, I fell into a coma and was directly admitted here?”

Before the system could answer, the door opened. A nurse walked in, stunned to see Yun Ruo awake. After a long pause, she finally just told Yun Ruo to wait while she made a phone call.

A phone call—to who?

Yun Ruo had no idea who would even want to take her in. After all, the three people closest to her had all said they never wanted to see her again.

Half an hour later, He Xitong rushed in, heels clicking against the floor.

She had been in the middle of a meeting. When the call came, her ears buzzed for a long time, terrified she had misheard.

Yun Ruo had been unconscious for four years, no different from a vegetative state. The chance of waking was so slim.

“Ah Ruo.” She called softly from the doorway, as if afraid that if her voice rose even slightly, the figure on the bed would turn into a butterfly and fly away. Closing the door behind her, she walked closer, raising a trembling hand to touch Yun Ruo.

【When I first arrived, there were several people waiting outside the operating room—Meng Tingmo’s friends, her, Jiang Yufei, and Meng Tingmo’s parents.】

【She was the only one crying her heart out. I saw her sincerity and entrusted her with taking care of you.】

【Now, most people believe you were heartbroken by Meng Tingmo and left this city after childbirth. They think you disappeared, not that you were in a coma.】

So that’s how it was.

Yun Ruo stared at He Xitong’s hand for a few seconds, then took it of her own accord. “Xitong, thank you.”

“Wah—” To her surprise, He Xitong burst into tears.

The bodyguards at the door, thinking something was wrong, pushed in quickly—only to see their employer bawling beside the bed. They exchanged glances and quietly closed the door again.

Yun Ruo couldn’t help but smile faintly. She reached to wipe He Xitong’s tears. “I’m right here, alive and well. Why cry?”

But He Xitong only wept harder.

That gentle voice—she had longed for it for four years. If only she hadn’t given up on Yun Ruo back then, maybe Yun Ruo wouldn’t have ended up like this.

“Ah Ruo, I was wrong.” He Xitong bent down and hugged her tightly, sobbing. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have doubted you. I shouldn’t have said those cruel things.”

“You can hit me, scold me—whatever you want. It was me who let you down.”

Tears soaked through Yun Ruo’s hospital gown. She glanced around but saw no tissues.

She let He Xitong cry for a long time. Once she finally calmed down, Yun Ruo asked her to pull up a chair and sit by the bed.

Yun Ruo thought about it—He Xitong’s actions were understandable. But since it had all happened to her personally, it was hard to be magnanimous and say, “I don’t mind.”

Still—

“You saved me, Xitong.” Yun Ruo smiled. Four years of care couldn’t have come cheap. Even if He Xitong was wealthy, Yun Ruo couldn’t accept it without guilt. “Just like before. Every time I was in trouble, you were there.”

She and He Xitong had always shared everything, talked about anything.

“The past really hurt me,” Yun Ruo admitted. “But I can’t forget all the ways you helped me, either.”

Since arriving in this world, He Xitong had been her very first friend—and her best one. They had saved each other in different ways. Yun Ruo had once saved He Xitong’s life, and He Xitong had given her immense emotional support in return.

“We’re still friends.”

Time would heal this scar.

He Xitong’s tears returned, though now they were silent, muffled behind her hand.

Yun Ruo said they were still friends.

But deep down, He Xitong knew—something had changed.

Yun Ruo spent some time adjusting.

After lying in bed for four years, her body needed rehab or she wouldn’t even be able to walk steadily. The system offered a little help: 【After all, it was our mistake that left you this way.】

Thanks to that, she quickly regained control of her limbs.

To her surprise, four years had passed here—while to her it had only been two months.

【Time flows differently. If you want to return to the night of childbirth, that can be arranged.】

“No need.” Yun Ruo shook her head. Four years later was just fine.

In fact, it was the perfect time for her return.

Go back to that night for what? To fight Meng Tingmo with a knife? He hadn’t even come back that night.

She would treat these four years as a kind of “game cooldown.”

Life had moved on without her. People continued their routines, day after day, without major upheaval.

He Xitong visited every day after work, bringing her news of the outside world. Han Qi’s business had grown, rivaling Meng Tingmo’s. It was uncertain which of them would come out on top.

Meng Corporation, however, had flourished under Meng Tingmo. Word was that for four years, he had thrown himself entirely into work, without a single woman by his side.

At this, He Xitong glanced at Yun Ruo, only to find her calm and unshaken.

She went on: Jiang Yufei—her family had gone bankrupt. Instead of studying abroad, she’d stayed behind and found a job. What exactly she did, He Xitong didn’t care. She considered it mercy enough not to sabotage her work.

Yun Jia, meanwhile, had started his own company without Meng Tingmo’s help. Now it was on solid footing, and people outside respectfully called him “President Yun.”

“And… and…” At this point, He Xitong grew visibly nervous. She licked her lips, her eyes darting everywhere. “And Xiaohan. He’s already four years old and in kindergarten. Do you… want to meet him?”

Xiaohan?

Yun Ruo blinked, confused. “Who’s that?”

He Xitong froze, staring in shock. Yun Ruo’s face was blank—she wasn’t pretending.

Ah Ruo truly didn’t know…

“Your son. Meng Feihan.”

After He Xitong left, Yun Ruo sat in a daze for a long time.

The system grew worried. It had deliberately kept the child a secret, fearing Yun Ruo would be bound by him. Though just a machine, new systems were trained with human-world basics—it knew what a child meant to a mother.

【Are you thinking about Meng Feihan?】

“Mm.” Yun Ruo hugged her knees on the chair. “I thought… he was already…”

She had prepared herself for the worst. She never imagined he had survived.

【What do you want to do?】

“…”

“Nothing.” After a long silence, Yun Ruo stood to stretch. She was mostly recovered now; tomorrow she could leave the hospital for a walk. “The fact that he’s alive is enough.”

As for the rest—she wouldn’t think about it.

【But you could see him.】

Sooner or later, she would.

“Of course.”

That weekend, Meng Tingmo took the rare step of giving himself a day off. He planned to take Meng Feihan out to play.

Feihan attended a private kindergarten filled with children from similar circles. Bullying wasn’t a concern. Still, his teacher reported he was too quiet.

He barely spoke all day. When the other children played together, he would just sit and read. If invited to join, he’d refuse, saying it was “boring.”

Not like a four-year-old at all.

The teacher worried about his mental health.

Meng Tingmo had noticed it too. Feihan was too withdrawn. Yet every check-up had shown nothing wrong.

In the end, it was Meng’s mother who concluded: “He lacks his parents’ companionship.”

No mother, and a father always buried in work—no wonder he wasn’t cheerful.

“How about the amusement park?” Meng Tingmo agreed with her. He couldn’t be there every day, but at least he could spend one.

Father and son went to the amusement park.

A pair of high-value faces quickly drew attention. The father’s striking features mirrored by the boy’s delicate ones, both wearing the same expressionless look. The combination was oddly endearing.

Only the mother was absent.

People whispered—if the child looked like this, the mother must be beautiful too.

The weekend crowd jostled constantly, so Meng Tingmo finally picked Feihan up in his arms. If not for wanting the boy to interact with people, he might have rented the entire park.

“I’ll let you choose. What do you want to play?”

Feihan looked around and chose the carousel. Meng Tingmo inwardly sighed—so he was still just a child, fond of such childish rides.

But halfway through, he understood Feihan’s choice.

Every other child on the ride had both parents beside them. Mothers holding hands, fathers laughing with them. Everyone’s face glowed with joy—except Feihan’s, who sat stiffly, uncertain.

Father and son, silent as ever, seemed out of place in the cheerful whirl.

Meng Tingmo rubbed his forehead. Once again, he felt he had done something wrong. He glanced around, thinking of switching rides—

Then suddenly froze.

His pupils dilated. He could have sworn he’d just seen Yun Ruo.

But as the carousel turned, the figure vanished. He saw nothing unusual when he looked again.

Was it an illusion? He frowned deeply.

Not far away, hidden behind a tree, Yun Ruo stood watching.

She had come after learning their plans. For the first time, she saw her son not in a cold photograph but in the flesh.

His brows resembled hers, his nose and mouth like Meng Tingmo’s. So obedient, so quiet—nothing like other children his age.

She longed to speak to him, to hold him. But she couldn’t appear before him suddenly. He might not even know who she was.

At the very least, he needed time to process.

Taking out her phone, she messaged He Xitong: “Xitong, I’ll go with you to that banquet you mentioned.”

He Xitong: “Okay.”

Three days later, at the Bincheng Grand Hotel, the banquet night arrived.

The city’s elites gathered, glasses clinking, laughter filling the air.

Meng Tingmo arrived a little late, rain still clinging to his coat.

Feng You glanced behind him. “Where’s Xiaohan? Didn’t you bring him?”

“Too many people tonight—not convenient,” Meng Tingmo replied. He didn’t want his son neglected in the crowd.

“Then I’ll visit him tomorrow.”

“Mm.” Meng Tingmo answered casually, eyes drifting toward Han Qi, who was chatting with the host.

“You two still not on good terms?” Feng You teased. Since four years ago, something had clearly soured between them. They still appeared at the same events, but there was always a subtle tension.

“You’re overthinking.” Meng Tingmo turned away, spotting Yun Jia in a corner. He was about to greet him when—

The doors opened again.

Two women entered.

On the left: He Xitong, in her signature floor-length crimson gown.

On the right: a woman in a white qipao, hair elegantly pinned with one strand falling by her ear, her face breathtaking.

At first sight of her, Meng Tingmo felt every drop of blood in his body freeze.

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