When the Male Lead Finds Out I’m the Transmigrator Trying to Win Him Over - Chapter 27

“Do you even know what you’re saying?”

Yun Ruo: Yes, I know.

The same words, when spoken by Meng Tingmo and Han Qi, carried completely different weights. Yun Ruo could ignore Meng Tingmo, but not Han Qi. The awkwardness grew more unbearable.

Her toes curled tight against the sofa cushions.

The last time she felt this embarrassed was years ago, when she’d followed Meng Tingmo to a party. Her dress hem was too long, she stepped on it, and fell flat in front of him—red wine spilling all over her face. Everyone around her laughed at the spectacle.

Back then, she was still young, inexperienced, and her whole face flushed red.

It was Meng Tingmo who had taken off his jacket, draped it over her, carried her to the restroom to help clean her up, and forbade anyone from discussing the incident. That was the first time he showed her such gentleness. Her feelings for Meng Tingmo started right then.

She thought his cold exterior hid a soft heart.

Later, she realized she was wrong. There was no softness—when he was cruel, he was colder than anyone.

“Han Qi, I’ll contact you after I divorce.”

The shameless words were already spoken; they couldn’t be taken back. At least she had to keep some sense of morality.

Chasing Han Qi would only happen after the divorce—that was her bottom line.

Yun Ruo quickly hung up the call.

She pressed her forehead into a cushion, bumping it over and over, as if the impact could ease her embarrassment. Seeing she wasn’t stopping, the system had to speak up:

【Maybe you should first check his affection rating?】

Affection levels were a core system feature. Only when it reached 100% was the mission complete. Yun Ruo remembered vividly—the first time she saw Meng Tingmo, his affection rating toward her was 0%.

Zero! Even strangers usually started with a few percentage points, but Meng Tingmo was “unique.”

“We used to count as friends, right?” Yun Ruo muttered. She’d never checked Han Qi’s rating before—partly because she hadn’t started targeting him, partly because she was avoiding the truth.

“You said before: 0–19% is strangers, 20–39% is normal friends, 40–59% is close friends, 60–79% is like, and 80–100% is love.”

“I figured Han Qi might have had a 20–30% rating with me at first. Maybe even 40.”

“But after this whole mess, it probably dropped back to stranger level.”

She’d be grateful if it wasn’t negative.

【Now checking target’s affection rating.】

The system didn’t speculate. It just got straight to the point.

Yun Ruo’s head snapped up. This was tied to her survival. She prayed silently: Please, please don’t let it be negative.

【Target: Han Qi
Affection rating: ——】

Yun Ruo pressed her palms together.

【60%】

“Ah…” She sighed in relief. 6%, at least it’s not negative—

【Wake up. It’s 60%!】

“60%?”

Yun Ruo’s eyes flew wide. Han Qi was at 60%?

【Yes.】

【He likes you.】

Yun Ruo went to block Meng Tingmo at the Meng Corporation offices.

The front desk staff had changed and didn’t recognize her, so she simply sent Meng Tingmo a message. His reply came swiftly: “I won’t accept any topic other than Xiaohan or reconciliation.”

Yun Ruo: “Whether you accept or not is your business. I don’t have to play along. Either come talk properly, or I’ll file for divorce in court.”

The message had Meng Tingmo fuming. His assistant only heard the furious clatter of objects inside his office, then saw him storm out with a dark face: “Yun Ruo is here. Bring her up.”

The assistant, an old one who’d watched their relationship rise and fall, couldn’t help feeling a little sigh of pity at the reunion.

But Yun Ruo wasn’t here for sentiment.

“The divorce agreement—I already had a lawyer draft it. It doesn’t take anything away from you. I left it at the Liuli Road house, you should’ve seen it.

If you’re worried, you can have your lawyer draft a new one. I’m fine with that. Whenever—it’s ready, I’ll sign.”

The Meng family was a wealthy clan; divorces had to be cleanly settled.

She rattled it all off in one go, only realizing afterward how stormy Meng Tingmo’s face had grown.

She froze—then relaxed.

He couldn’t scare her anymore.

“Who is that man?” Meng Tingmo’s voice cut sharp. That was the only thing he cared about.

Wasn’t Yun Ruo trying to divorce him just to pursue someone else openly? He wouldn’t let her go so easily.

Yun Ruo averted her eyes. “You’ll know later.”

“Later?” Meng Tingmo sneered. What if the man was from another province or even overseas? Once Yun Ruo had the divorce certificate, she could just leave the country. Trying to get her back then would be near impossible.

“No matter what, I won’t agree. You can sue me if you want.”

Court proceedings would drag out for ages, and even then might not succeed.

Expressionless, Yun Ruo walked out of his office. Meng Tingmo was hopelessly stubborn.

What she didn’t know was that her presence had already stirred up waves throughout the company.

Even after four years, plenty of old employees remained—and many recognized her.

Everyone whispered:

“Did they make up?”

“Doesn’t look like it. Their faces don’t say reconciliation, more like property dispute.”

“Maybe she wants more money? Spent everything she got before?”

“Why always assume it’s the woman’s fault? Back then Meng Tingmo was the one in the wrong. And it’s not like he ended up with any of those rumored women afterward. There’s gotta be some misunderstanding.”

“What misunderstanding makes a man cheat right before his wife gives birth? I’m telling you—he deserved to lose his wife.”

The gossip group chat buzzed with speculation. An anonymous group full of burner accounts—no fear of being caught.

A minute later, the group blew up.

Everyone: ?

The assistant who detonated the group could only sigh. Did they really think the boss didn’t know about the chat? He’d simply never cared. But now…

Now they’d cursed him for being wife-less. Of course he’d be furious.

Outside, Yun Ruo paced back and forth along the roadside.

She couldn’t pursue Han Qi before the divorce. Meng Feihan was at school, He Xitong was at work. She honestly didn’t know what to do with herself.

Yun Jia had invited her to a birthday party. Yun Ruo said she’d come if she was free that day. Yun Jia had been so hurt she almost cried over the phone.

Yun Ruo hadn’t known what to say.

Thinking it over, Yun Jia hadn’t actually done anything too bad—aside from a few hurtful words. She’d even rushed to see Yun Ruo the day she gave birth and gotten into a car accident on the way, leaving a faint scar on her forehead.

Yun Ruo did care. For her, only two months had passed—it was impossible for emotions to fade that quickly.

But Yun Jia was right: she wasn’t truly Yun Jia’s sister.

One day, she would leave this world.

Beep beep—

A car horn jolted her from her thoughts. She turned to see Han Qi lowering the window, beckoning her with a slight curl of his fingers.

Yun Ruo: …

Speak of the devil.

A minute later, she was in the car, pressed tight against the door, eyes fixed on the window, as though a galaxy lay between them.

She hadn’t wanted to get in—but Han Qi’s expression had left no room for refusal.

The car rolled forward in silence. Yun Ruo clung to the door, saying nothing. Han Qi simply watched her, as though testing how long she could hold out.

Not long.

His gaze burned into her until she squirmed. At last, she forced a smile and murmured, “What a coincidence.”

Han Qi nodded, still silent.

She pulled at her lips, looking straight ahead. “I’ll get off at the next intersection. Thanks.”

A quiet chuckle came from beside her.

It was like he’d finally gotten enough amusement out of her nerves. Han Qi drawled, “I thought I was the one who should be nervous around you.”

After all, she was the one who’d suddenly blurted out that bold confession.

“No need to be,” Yun Ruo stammered, still not daring to meet his eyes. “I mean, not right now.”

Nothing could happen before the divorce.

Han Qi glanced at the distance between them. His thoughts stayed hidden, but his lips curved with a tease: “So when should I be nervous?”

Yun Ruo: “It’ll take some time.”

Han Qi caught the hint right away. “Didn’t manage to divorce him yet?”

The driver: ??

Yun Ruo: “Mm. Meng Tingmo refuses, so I can only drag it out.”

Driver: Isn’t Meng Tingmo my boss’s buddy?

Han Qi: “So I still have to keep waiting?”

Yun Ruo: “It won’t be long. I’ll go talk to him again. Once the divorce is done, I’ll come find you.”

Driver: …Wait, so my boss stole his brother’s woman??

Han Qi: ……

Yun Ruo: ……

Kill me now. Yun Ruo wanted to claw her way into a Barbie castle. How had their conversation turned into something this bizarre?

After a long pause, Han Qi finally looked away. “You said Meng Tingmo is in the past.”

“Yes.” Yun Ruo’s reply was soft but steady. Once she made a decision, she never went back on it. Just like when she’d decided to chase Meng Tingmo back then. “He and I will never get back together.”

She hesitated, then thought of his affection rating, and blurted, “Why do you…”

Why did he have such a high rating?

It couldn’t have risen in just these few days since she returned. Which meant that long ago, Han Qi already—

But that was impossible. What was there about her to like?

Maybe to him, 60% just meant very good friends?

She couldn’t bring herself to ask.

Han Qi didn’t press either. When they reached her apartment complex, she got out. Only then did he speak: “If you have anything to say, wait until after the divorce.”

Yun Ruo stood still for two seconds, then shut the door.

Han Qi remained in the car, watching her figure disappear into the building. She loved wearing light-colored dresses—white, green, yellow—all perfectly complementing her complexion.

She seemed gentle, but in truth was stubborn. Once she decided on something, she never wavered. Once she promised, she always followed through, even if it hurt her.

Han Qi closed his eyes. “Let’s go.”

The driver glanced at him through the mirror but said nothing, obediently driving away.

The next evening, Han Qi pushed aside work to attend a gathering hosted by Feng You.

The private room was lively. Feng You was joking with everyone, Meng Tingmo sitting at the center drinking idly. When Han Qi entered, Meng Tingmo lazily lifted his eyes for a glance.

“You’re here, old Han,” Feng You patted the empty seat beside him. “Finally. Always the last one to arrive.”

Han Qi sat down without fuss.

He wasn’t the focus tonight—Meng Tingmo was.

Feng You was too curious about Meng Tingmo and Yun Ruo’s situation. He genuinely wanted them to reconcile. After pushing a few drinks at Meng Tingmo, he probed carefully: “I saw Xiaohan yesterday. He looked a lot livelier. Guess that’s what happens when his mom’s back, huh?”

Everyone’s ears perked up.

Meng Tingmo raised a glass, then tossed it aside and drank straight from the bottle after hearing that.

Feng You blinked. “What’s wrong with you?”

Meng Tingmo didn’t answer right away. He’d always been the center of this circle. Even drinking like this, slouched and brooding, his aura didn’t dim. Every move drew eyes.

After a long silence, he set the bottle down. “She wants to divorce me.”

Feng You: “Huh?”

“You two argued? Or is it still about Jiang Yufei? Old Meng, honestly—that was on you. You should apologize.”

“I did,” Meng Tingmo said flatly. “She won’t accept it.”

“What, Yun Ruo’s temper that hard? Didn’t see that coming.”

The table erupted into chatter.

“Apologize more, then.”
“Show her you’re serious.”
“She won’t stay mad forever, she cares about you.”
“Remember how you two used to…”

Han Qi’s brow furrowed in irritation. The past, always the past.

He could’ve told them he knew Yun Ruo before he even met Meng Tingmo.

Instead, he spoke aloud: “Weren’t you the one who said you didn’t love her anymore?”

The whole room froze.

Meng Tingmo’s eyes sharpened dangerously.

Han Qi didn’t flinch, just lifted his glass at him. “That day at the mall, I asked you, ‘Eight years of love, and you’re throwing it away?’ You said it yourself.”

“You said, ‘I don’t want it anymore.’”

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