When the Male Lead Finds Out I’m the Transmigrator Trying to Win Him Over - Chapter 30

“You’re going to be Han Qi’s personal assistant?” He Xitong, while putting on makeup, looked at Yun Ruo in shock. Previously, when she suggested Yun Ruo come work at her company, Yun Ruo said she already had plans. So it turned out the plan was Han Qi.

“Uh, forgive me for asking, but… does Meng Tingmo know about this?”

Even if He Xitong didn’t ask, Meng Tingmo would find out sooner or later. When the two met, she was afraid things might even get physical.

“But why would Han Qi let you be his assistant? And why would you agree? Ruo, I’m completely lost here.”

This turn of events left He Xitong dumbfounded.

“There are benefits,” Yun Ruo replied in the same four words. “Han Qi knows that too.”

He Xitong’s hand paused for a moment before she continued tracing her lipstick, wiping away the color that had bled. She encouraged Yun Ruo: “Alright, fine, do your best. Han Qi probably won’t mistreat his staff.”

Yun Ruo nodded unconsciously. She hadn’t thought about how Meng Tingmo might react to this news. All that filled her head was that the strategy was now moving forward—she was going to spend every day with Han Qi. She hadn’t expected him to give her such a position, and she had never done this kind of work before.

In the chat window, the conversation from that day still lay there.

Han Qi: “Personal assistant. Want to take it?”

Yun Ruo: “Yes, but I don’t have any experience. What exactly does it involve?”

Han Qi: “Look it up online.”

Yun Ruo: “?”

If her job description depended on internet searches, she had no choice. Yun Ruo buried herself online for three days and eventually concluded that this job basically meant revolving around Han Qi 24/7—sacrificing her own life to manage his.

No big deal. It was just a three-month probation period. She could at least do that much.

Carrying her bag, Yun Ruo went to Han Qi’s company. After finishing the HR paperwork, she was brought to the executive office. Han Qi, at least somewhat rational, didn’t just throw her in to fend for herself; he arranged someone to guide her.

“I’ve got a month left before I leave. I don’t know why the boss would assign a newbie, but just learn carefully.”

Yun Ruo, of course, accepted humbly. She was a little surprised, though—she thought Han Qi had created a special opening just for her, but there really was someone resigning.

That made her sense of responsibility shoot up. Once the trainer left, she’d have to step in. If she failed and caused losses for Han Qi, it would be terrible.

So she studied with extreme seriousness.

Han Qi: …

He had thought this might be some office romance. Now, he was beginning to suspect Yun Ruo was just using the job to sponge up experience—treating him as a stepping stone, planning to kick him aside once she’d learned enough to jump to another company.

In truth, Yun Ruo only looked calm. Inside, she’d been screaming countless times.

Han Qi in daily life was already distant and difficult to approach, unreadable. But in the workplace, he was even harder to grasp.

Yun Ruo sometimes complained that Meng Tingmo was a “fake king,” plastering a cold, noble expression on his face every day at work. But Meng Tingmo still had emotions—he got angry, happy, irritated…

Han Qi, on the other hand, showed almost no fluctuation.

No sign of anger, no hint of satisfaction, no visible preferences. She felt that everyone in the executive office lived in constant fear.

So Yun Ruo had to be fearful along with them. Every time she accidentally met Han Qi’s eyes, she would quickly look away, or else she’d be like the manager reporting just now—wiping cold sweat from his hands.

At the end of the day, Yun Ruo collapsed into her seat, exhaling.

“Feeling a little drained?” Zhang Ji chuckled. He had been Han Qi’s personal assistant for three years, and only now—about to resign—did he feel relaxed. “The good thing about this kind of boss is, if you make a mistake, he won’t scold you. Less psychological pressure.”

Yun Ruo: “He’ll just fire me outright.”

Zhang Ji: “Why say such harsh truths?”

“That’s what being a personal assistant is like. You need to go to work and leave with the boss. Han Qi leaves home at 8 a.m. every day. You’ll need to arrive before 8.”

“I suggest 7:30. That way you can catch breakfast at his place. His housekeeper is an amazing cook.”

“7:30…” Yun Ruo nearly blacked out. But fine, at least she wasn’t asked to cook.

She’d seen job postings where personal assistants had to do laundry, cook, even look after the boss’s kids and wife. At least she only had to care for Han Qi. Manageable.

“Do you have the address? I’ll send it to you.” Zhang Ji forwarded it. The executive office staff began leaving for the day, but the two of them couldn’t yet—they had to drive Han Qi home. Zhang Ji took the wheel, Yun Ruo in the passenger seat.

Yun Ruo started worrying about her driving skills. She could drive, but hadn’t in a year—and to Han Qi and the others, that meant five years.

She wasn’t sure Han Qi would dare sit in her car.

The car drove in silence for ten minutes. Han Qi, still busy, typed nonstop on his phone. Yun Ruo sat obediently like a quail.

Two minutes later, Han Qi set the phone aside and looked at the front seats. Yun Ruo was sitting as rigidly as Zhang Ji.

Amused, he asked, “Are you getting used to things today?”

Zhang Ji froze, realizing only then that Han Qi was addressing Yun Ruo. It was strange—when had Han Qi ever cared about a new hire before? Wasn’t he usually all “no initiative, no closeness, no chatter”?

“It’s fine,” Yun Ruo answered honestly. She’d just been shadowing Zhang Ji all day, not too tiring. “But…”

Han Qi: “But what?”

Yun Ruo turned toward him: “Why do you keep the same expression all day? It’s scary.”

Zhang Ji: ?!

What kind of thing was that to say? Did she have a death wish? She was an employee, not a friend!

He peeked at the rearview mirror, expecting Han Qi to explode and fire Yun Ruo on the spot. But to his shock—Han Qi was actually smiling?

A chill ran down Zhang Ji’s spine. Was he… laughing in anger?

Han Qi leaned forward, closing the distance with Yun Ruo: “So you were frightened?”

Yun Ruo thought for a moment and nodded. “A little. So why are you like that?”

Han Qi: “Doesn’t everyone like people with stable emotions?”

Yun Ruo: ?

Zhang Ji: ?

Even Zhang Ji’s mind went blank. Stable emotions? Is that what you call this? Look at how terrifying you are.

And then Zhang Ji understood. After watching how Han Qi looked at Yun Ruo, he realized the truth. No wonder HR had hired a complete rookie to replace him—it was because she was connected. And not just a little connected.

Judging by how casually she spoke to Han Qi… could she be his lover? Or maybe even… the future boss’s wife?

Zhang Ji was sweating again.

By the time work ended, it was nearly 9 p.m. when Yun Ruo got home. He Xitong, face mask on and typing at her laptop, asked: “Back this late?”

Yun Ruo said she stayed for dinner. “Their housekeeper really can cook.”

“He even feeds you? Not bad,” He Xitong laughed.

Yun Ruo also found it strange. But since she’d never done this job before, maybe it was normal?

Her phone buzzed with a new message—Meng Tingmo’s profile picture lit up.

“Are you coming to see Xiaohan tomorrow? He’s caught a bit of a cold.”

It was their first time chatting since the divorce.

Yun Ruo dropped her bag, curled up on the sofa, and only after a while replied: “I have work tomorrow. I’ll come after I get off.”

Meng Tingmo’s reply was quick: “You got a job?”

So Yun Ruo knew Xiaohan’s cold wasn’t serious.

As expected, Meng Tingmo’s focus had shifted.

“Maybe not until evening. I’ll contact you then.”

Meng Tingmo: “What kind of job keeps you busy that late? Yun Ruo, don’t let anyone scam you.”

Yun Ruo: “I’ve only ever been the one scamming others.”

She meant that in his heart, she had always been nothing but a gold-digging liar.

After that, Meng Tingmo sent no more messages.

Yun Ruo refused to dwell on it. The next morning, her working life continued. At 7:30 sharp, she arrived at Han Qi’s house. To her surprise, it was Han Qi himself who opened the door.

Zhang Ji wasn’t there. Yun Ruo chatted with Han Qi casually for a while and mentioned Xiaohan’s cold. Han Qi even suggested giving her a day off.

“Xiaohan is still young. When he’s sick, he needs company.”

Yun Ruo said she’d go after work. “Do you know Xiaohan well?”

She knew Meng Tingmo’s friends sometimes played with him.

“I visit him,” Han Qi said, pulling out a chair for her. In fact, many of Xiaohan’s model toys had been gifts from him.

To the boy, his impression of Han Qi was: “That really cool uncle who always picks the best models.”

“Thank you,” Yun Ruo said. She had missed four years of her son’s life. At least there had been someone to fill the gap, so Xiaohan wasn’t so lonely.

During the day, she continued shadowing Zhang Ji. Perhaps last night had shaken him, because today Zhang Ji treated Yun Ruo with surprising politeness. When she wasn’t around, he whispered to the other assistants.

“Didn’t expect Han Qi to know Yun Ruo. Good thing I didn’t say or do anything stupid yesterday.”

The others exchanged glances. One patted his shoulder in reassurance: “Don’t worry. Miss Yun is an easy-going person. Even if you had, she wouldn’t hold it against you.”

Miss Yun?

Zhang Ji almost jumped up. “You all know her? You all know her?!”

The assistants coughed to cover. They’d worked with Han Qi long enough to have seen Yun Ruo before. In their impression, Han Qi and Yun Ruo were friends.

As for why Yun Ruo was suddenly working here… maybe because she’d just divorced, and Han Qi—wanting to help—had found her something to do?

“You weren’t around during those years, so it’s normal you don’t know her. Anyway, you’re leaving soon. What’s there to worry about?”

Zhang Ji had to admit they were right. Things had gone smoothly yesterday, so there was no need to panic. Still, he didn’t dare treat Yun Ruo like some clueless newbie anymore.

That evening, Yun Ruo went straight to the Meng residence after work. The butler was already waiting. Dinner was over, and Yun Ruo didn’t disturb the elder Mengs—she went directly to Xiaohan’s room.

Meng Tingmo was there, too.

When their eyes met, both froze, wordless. Yun Ruo reached out to touch Xiaohan’s forehead.

Not hot—normal temperature.

“Not serious,” Meng Tingmo said behind her. Today, he’d left work early—half for Xiaohan, half for Yun Ruo.

Sick children were always fragile. Xiaohan held her hand tightly. “Mom, will you stay the night?”

Home—the Meng house.

Yun Ruo thought for a moment. “Mom still has work tomorrow. I’ll stay until you fall asleep, then leave. Is that alright?”

Xiaohan usually slept at nine. For adults, the night would just be starting.

Hearing this, disappointment flickered in his eyes, but he didn’t insist. His room didn’t have storybooks, so Yun Ruo grabbed a picture book and began spinning a story on the spot, lulling him to sleep.

Past nine o’clock, Yun Ruo came out of the room. Meng Tingmo followed.

He had held it back all night: “Do you really hate staying here that much? Not even for Xiaohan’s sake?”

Yun Ruo, calm as ever, answered his anger with composure.

“Already can’t take it?”

She still hadn’t told Meng Tingmo that the day after tomorrow, at the Bincheng private enterprises forum, she would also be there—

As Han Qi’s assistant.

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