When the Male Lead Finds Out I’m the Transmigrator Trying to Win Him Over - Chapter 26

“I’m planning to pursue you.”

Once the words came out, she realized it wasn’t that hard to say.
But maybe she had scared Han Qi.

Han Qi froze mid-step, the earphone he was taking off hung awkwardly in the air. His gaze toward Yun Ruo carried a trace of surprise.

“Sorry for startling you,” Yun Ruo apologized politely.

Han Qi: …

Was there a chance that politeness wasn’t supposed to be used in this kind of situation?

【I just remembered something.】

The system’s voice suddenly chimed in. Yun Ruo tilted her head. “What?”

【You signed the divorce agreement, but without the official certificate, does that really count as divorced?】

Yun Ruo: ?

Her face flickered with realization. Right, she had completely forgotten about that. Never having gone through a divorce, she wasn’t familiar with the process.

Knocking herself lightly on the head in regret, Yun Ruo looked back up—only to find Han Qi had already walked right up to her. The sudden closeness startled her. She stepped back instinctively and bumped straight into the wall.

Han Qi seemed like he was about to steady her with his hand, but didn’t make it in time.

The man’s presence was strong, his aura sweeping over her like an invasion. Yun Ruo’s nervousness shifted from the wall to him. Just as he was about to speak, she hurriedly cut in:

“Wait, before we talk about this, I need to take care of something first.”

Han Qi gave her a look, gesturing for her to go on.

Yun Ruo: “You’ll have to wait for me to divorce first.”

Han Qi: …

All the unspeakable words he’d swallowed for a whole year seemed condensed in this moment.

And she had said it was the “perfect timing”? Yun Ruo swore never again to just blurt things out—pursuing a man while still legally married? If she were Han Qi, she’d definitely post about it in her friend circle.

Yun Ruo bolted in embarrassment.

“Next time, please stop me before I say something without thinking.”

【It’s fine,】 the system consoled, 【maybe this really is the right timing.】

Yun Ruo shook her head violently.

For the next few days, she avoided Han Qi completely—no in-person encounters, no online chats either. Han Qi posted on his Moments once, but Yun Ruo didn’t even dare to like it.

She hadn’t figured out how to face him yet. Plus, now she had to pursue him. Back then, pursuing Meng Tingmo was simple—he was just a college student, a campus romance. Wherever he went, she followed.

But Han Qi was different. He was a powerful CEO. What, was she supposed to follow him into business negotiations?

“And besides, he has strong willpower. He knows what he wants. At thirty-two and still unmarried, it can only mean romance isn’t a priority for him.”

【…】

“How do you even pursue someone like that?”

“What if it takes me ten years? Would it work?”

【…】

“A middle-aged love story? A domineering CEO falling for me when I’m nearly menopausal?”

【…You’re really funny.】

Yun Ruo ruffled her hair in frustration.

The system, instead of worrying, felt relieved. Yun Ruo was becoming lively again.

Meng Tingmo finally did something right—he told Meng Feihan about Yun Ruo’s “return,” and even arranged a meeting for mother and son.

Yun Ruo was nervous—it was the first time she’d be meeting her son formally. Would Meng Feihan like her?

【If he doesn’t like you, even better. Then you can leave more cleanly.】 (Meaning: once her mission was done, she’d return to her original world.)

Yun Ruo gave a bitter smile. “Isn’t that a little irresponsible?”

【That’s for Meng Tingmo to answer. If he hadn’t messed up, none of this would have happened. Sure, he was manipulated, but flip it around—it also shows he didn’t trust you enough. Too easy for others to sway him.】

【If it hadn’t been Jiang Yufei, it would’ve been someone else sooner or later. Divorce was inevitable.】

Yun Ruo sighed. “Even though you’re talking nonsense, thank you. I actually feel… ‘comforted.’”

【Hehe.】

At the Meng family home, she first met with Meng’s father and mother. After four years, it was as if nothing had changed.

“Tingmo said you’ve been in the hospital these past four years. Poor child, you’ve suffered,” Madam Meng said kindly.

“Back then, you never should’ve left.” Mr. Meng slammed his teacup, still furious at the thought of Tingmo and Jiang Yufei. “I disagreed, and he dared divorce?”

Yun Ruo only smiled faintly. What was done was done; words changed nothing.

“Go see Xiaohan,” Madam Meng patted her back with concern. “The boy locked himself in his room all day when he heard you were back.”

Meng Feihan was mature beyond his years, hardly like a four-year-old at all.

Yun Ruo followed the butler to his study. The boy sat at his desk, gaze steady, immediately skipping past the butler and landing on her.

Yun Ruo’s heart jolted. He looked so much like Tingmo in the boardroom, calm and calculating.

The butler left them alone. Yun Ruo placed down the pile of presents she’d brought, smiled softly, and asked, “I’m sorry I came so late to see you. Has Xiaohan been happy these past four years?”

Meng Feihan said nothing, only studied her.

Finally, he spoke. “Someone once told me—you loved me very much.” His little hand clenched secretly at his side. “They said I was a child wrapped in love, born from my parents’ hope. Is that true?”

Born from the hope of his parents.

That last sentence broke her composure. Even if the boy had rejected her outright, she could’ve handled it. But this—her tears fell uncontrollably.

“Yes,” Yun Ruo whispered. “You were a child born from love.”

At least once upon a time.

“So, your relationship with Xiaohan is… okay?” He Xi Tong asked as she tied up her hair.

“I think so.” Yun Ruo wasn’t sure. They’d met twice. The first time, she’d built a model plane with him—the gift she’d brought. The second time, she’d spent an entire afternoon learning to skateboard with him. He wasn’t overly affectionate, but he held her hand tightly.

“That’s already good,” Xi Tong nodded.

“Not that complicated, if it were me,” Xi Tong snorted. “He’s just a kid. If he didn’t get close to me, I’d spank his little butt.”

Yun Ruo chuckled. That approach definitely wouldn’t work between her and Feihan.

When Xi Tong left for a client meeting, Yun Ruo started thinking about the divorce again. She couldn’t keep delaying.

She dialed Meng Tingmo. He was at work, startled by her call. He’d been keeping his distance, waiting for her to soften so he could win her back.

But the first thing out of her mouth was—

“Let’s set a date to finalize the divorce.”

The pen in his hand stopped, ink blotting the page.

“…What did you say?” His voice was tight.

“I said, when are we going to get the divorce certificate?”

“You know what you’re saying?” His tone hardened, sharp. Then she heard him tell someone in his office to “get out.”

Yun Ruo sighed. This was going to take a while.

“I already signed the agreement. All that’s left is the paperwork. Let’s just set a time,” she pressed.

“Impossible.” Three cold syllables—and he hung up.

She called again. This time he didn’t answer.

“I knew it.” Hugging her pillow, she muttered. He was never going to agree easily.

At that exact moment—Han Qi called.

The name flashing on her screen froze her in place. She answered just before it went to voicemail.

“Yun Ruo,” his voice was calm, but carried something difficult to read. “You said before you wanted to pursue me.”

“…Yes,” she admitted honestly.

“When?”

Yun Ruo slapped a hand over her face. She didn’t mean to, but—

The scummiest words of her life slipped out:

“Once I’ve divorced, I’ll pursue you.”

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