When the Male Lead Finds Out I’m the Transmigrator Trying to Win Him Over - Chapter 28

“Feihan, how are you so good at this? I’ve only just started, and you’ve already finished your puzzle.”

“Do you have a trick? Teach Mommy, okay?”

Yun Ruo held Meng Feihan’s hand and shook it. To an outsider, it might have looked like she was the child and Feihan was the adult.

Meng Feihan kept a straight face, saying nothing, but slid his puzzle piece over to Yun Ruo’s table.

“Take mine.”

Yun Ruo glanced at him and saw the tips of his ears turning red.

She pretended to let go of his hand, but Feihan quickly tightened his grip before abruptly releasing her again as though nothing had happened.

“I’ll do yours…”

After two seconds, he “lectured” Yun Ruo, “Just this once. We said it was a competition. I can’t keep helping you cheat.”

Yun Ruo almost burst out laughing.

“Okay.” She leaned over and rubbed her cheek against Feihan’s, unsurprised when his whole face turned crimson.

There had never been anyone like Yun Ruo in Meng Feihan’s life.

Meng Tingmo always wore a stern expression; their father-son conversations were rigid and formal. His grandparents adored him, but treated him like fragile porcelain, fussing over every little thing. Other uncles and aunts all knew he was precocious, so they either handled him cautiously or spoke to him like he was already an adult.

Only Yun Ruo treated him like what he truly was — a child, a baby who needed genuine love and care.

Her little gestures of affection were constant. At first, Feihan wasn’t used to it. Later, he found himself thinking every day: When will Mommy come to see me?

Whenever he saw Meng Tingmo, he sometimes grew irritable: Why wasn’t I given to Mommy instead?

Outside the study, Meng Tingmo leaned against the doorframe, quietly listening. Lately, he hadn’t been sleeping well, exhausted from back-to-back work. But watching his ex-wife and son together, all that fatigue melted away.

If nothing had happened back then, right now he should be inside playing with them, not lingering at the doorway, too afraid to enter.

His mind drifted back to that night at the dinner gathering.

Feng You had urged him to reconcile with Yun Ruo, while Han Qi told him to let her go.

“Only you are allowed to hurt Yun Ruo, but she’s not allowed to protect herself?”

“Back then, in front of everyone, who did you abandon at the mall, heavily pregnant? Who made her the laughingstock of society? Who forced her to find a place to live during her final trimester, only to have a reporter hound her until she fell, ending up in the ER and in a coma for four years?”

Meng Tingmo had no words.

Even Feng You lowered his head.

Four years ago, when he rushed back, it was already too late. Yun Ruo had vanished, leaving behind only Feihan. He investigated the accident and discovered Yun Ruo had gone out looking for an apartment.

The reporter who caused her fall had already been dealt with, but the damage was irreversible. When he dragged his weary body home to Liuli Road, he found the signed divorce papers neatly placed on the table.

When Yun Ruo had asked if he could come home, it was for this.

Meng Tingmo’s brows furrowed. Remembering still tore at him. He had argued with Han Qi, insisting, “That’s exactly why I must make it up to her. Only by winning her back can I care for her and give her what she wants.”

Han Qi had only laughed: “Of course that’s what you’d say. That’s who you are. Always obsessed with what you think, never once caring how much your forcing things hurts Yun Ruo.”

“Just moving your lips, you claim you love her. No wonder you could so easily say ‘I don’t want this anymore’ back then.”

Agitated, Meng Tingmo raked a hand through his hair. His forcing Yun Ruo caused her pain? Impossible — weren’t their three years of marriage happy?

Yet his mind betrayed him, imagining her lying alone on that cold operating table. He had already made her suffer.

If Yun Ruo still had feelings for him, then perhaps… she hated him.

“What are you doing here?”

A soft voice sounded. Meng Tingmo looked up. Yun Ruo had closed the study door behind her.

She always only stayed a few hours at the Meng house, leaving before dinner.

Since their last argument at the Meng Corporation, this was the first time they had met again.

Yun Ruo’s eyes flicked over his face, then away. She didn’t care why he lurked there secretly: “Do you have time? Let’s talk.”

“About the divorce again?” Meng Tingmo blurted out.

Yun Ruo found it odd. “Other than that, what else do we have to talk about?”

As though disbelieving, Meng Tingmo pointed toward the study. “You were just happily playing with Feihan.”

Yun Ruo nodded.

“And now, at his study door, you want to talk divorce?”

Walking toward the stairs, Yun Ruo turned back. “First, you brought it up. Second, Feihan is not your excuse to keep me from leaving.”

Her lashes trembled slightly. “For Feihan, his parents were divorced from the moment he was born.”

Even without Han Qi, she would have left Meng Tingmo.

He fell silent. Together, they went down to the small garden.

“This is my third time discussing divorce with you face-to-face. I don’t want there to be a fourth.” Yun Ruo’s voice was calm but firm. Maybe letting go and reconciling would be a good choice. After all, Meng Tingmo still loved her even after learning she had a ‘money-hoarding system.’

But that wasn’t the problem.

The problem was… she couldn’t let go.

She didn’t want to forgive Meng Tingmo. She didn’t want to forgive herself.

Behind her, Meng Tingmo stopped. Yun Ruo turned — he stood there, pain written all over his face.

“You really want to leave me that badly?”

Without hesitation, Yun Ruo nodded.

“…”

Meng Tingmo didn’t want to let go, but logic told him — if he didn’t, Yun Ruo would only hate him more.

Maybe he should give her freedom. Maybe then things could heal.

“One last question.” He stepped closer until they were face-to-face, breath mingling.

Yun Ruo didn’t flinch. “Go ahead.”

“Did you really… love me? Those five years you chased me, was it all just your mission, pretending you had feelings?”

Afraid of the answer, he settled for less: “Or at least, during those three years of marriage, you loved me, right?”

Yun Ruo stared at him for a long time.

For the fourth time, he was wrong.

He couldn’t even tell his own love from hers.

With great effort, she kept her tears back. “A lie: I loved you once.”

“And the truth?”

“The truth is — I’ve always loved you.”

“Maybe at first it was for the mission. But soon after, I truly fell for you. I can’t count how many years I’ve loved you — the five years chasing you, the three years married to you.”

Meng Tingmo’s breath quickened. They were too close. He could see the raw love in her eyes, her honesty, and the tear forming at the corner.

He gripped her shoulders. “Since you love me, then we—”

“There is no ‘then.’”

His words cut off.

Yun Ruo pushed his hands away. “I’ve told you before. There is no future for us. It’s because I loved you that I must leave you. Because every time you come close, my hatred for you deepens.”

His whole body jolted. Looking at her again, he realized — there was no love in those eyes. Only hate.

“From your expression, you must love me,” Yun Ruo stepped closer, her tone icy. “You know I have a mission. If I fail, I’ll die. If you love me, let me go.”

Die?

The word froze his heart. He shook his head, unwilling to believe. But what if it was true? He couldn’t risk it.

He opened his mouth, but suddenly the scene from over four years ago replayed vividly.

—“So many years of love, you’re just throwing it away?”
—“Throwing it away.”

In an instant, all his struggle became meaningless.

Meng Tingmo lowered his hands. After a long pause, he said, “Alright.”

“We’ll divorce.”

Yun Ruo’s brow relaxed.

Divorce agreements and legal formalities weren’t troublesome. Meng Tingmo redrafted the papers, giving her plenty. Yun Ruo skimmed them and didn’t refuse. Everything would be left to Meng Feihan.

When the divorce certificate was finally in her hands, He Xitong dragged her out to celebrate.

“Dreams fulfilled, dreams fulfilled!” He Xitong tipped back a big gulp of alcohol.

Yun Ruo’s tolerance wasn’t great, but she could drink a little. It was just the two of them tonight. She poured He Xitong another glass. “Yun Jia’s birthday party is tomorrow. You’ll go, right?”

Back when they were close, He Xitong and Yun Jia had been friends too. She’d attended every birthday.

“Can’t. I’ve got meetings all day.” He Xitong shook her head.

Yun Ruo was a little disappointed. She’d have to go alone.

“Yun Jia must have invited his friends. I don’t know any of them. It’ll be awkward,” she muttered. Likely some business acquaintances too.

“Just drop by and leave early. Bring my gift with you while you’re at it,” He Xitong suggested.

“Alright.” Yun Ruo nodded. She didn’t have a job now, living off savings. She couldn’t afford anything fancy.

She’d bought Yun Jia a fountain pen, though he probably had plenty.

Her thoughts drifted further — maybe she should look for work? Savings would run out eventually. Her parents’ inheritance wasn’t hers anymore; she didn’t plan to touch it.

He Xitong asked about her plans. “The marriage is over, Feihan will stay with Meng Tingmo. You need something for yourself. Want to come to my company? You used to work in marketing. We’re hiring.”

Yun Ruo declined for now. “I’ll look for something else. I don’t want to go back to the same field.”

But she already had an idea in mind.

The system sighed: If only I were from the Career Department. Then I could take you to the top and help you conquer the world. Too bad I’m from the Love Department.

Yun Ruo chuckled. “If you weren’t from the Love Department, you wouldn’t have found me. I’d have been dead long ago.”

Now that Meng Tingmo was settled, the next step was Han Qi.

“Xitong, do you know Han Qi well?” Yun Ruo had searched her memories but could only recall a few small interactions. She couldn’t understand why Han Qi seemed to hold such high regard for her.

“Han Qi?” He Xitong shook her head. “He’s even harder to read than Meng Tingmo. Probably his upbringing. In our circle, people call each other friends, but very few truly get close to him.”

To Han Qi, they were probably just bound by profit.

“…I heard a rumor,” she added. “That the reason he’s never dated or married is because some woman broke his heart when he was younger. Since then, he’s given up on love.”

“Hah.” He Xitong burst out laughing. “Where’d you hear that? Impossible. He started his company in college, never dated once. If there was ever a woman, it would have to be before that. But think about his background — would someone like him allow himself to be distracted by love in high school instead of studying?”

“No, the truth is, he just isn’t interested in women. But why are you suddenly asking about him?”

Yun Ruo forced a smile. Because she was about to pursue this man who was “not interested in women.”

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