When the Male Lead Finds Out I’m the Transmigrator Trying to Win Him Over - Chapter 31
During the day, when Han Qi mentioned the seminar, he deliberately asked Yun Ruo whether she was willing to attend. Yun Ruo said yes:
“Completely no problem.”
She was his assistant—wherever the boss went, she went.
But Han Qi was rather considerate. Worried she might not want to see Meng Tingmo, he even asked for her opinion.
“You’ve got quite a nice boss… but what if I said I didn’t want to go?”
Han Qi: “Work is work. If you refuse, it means you lack professional ethics and aren’t fit for this job.”
Yun Ruo: …Spoke too soon.
“Then why did you even ask me?”
“Just a test.”
Having been tricked, Yun Ruo straightened her attitude and treated Han Qi like an ancestor to be worshipped. Her way of addressing him also shifted—from the casual “you” between friends to the formal “Sir.”
“Sir, here’s the file you asked for. Sir, the person you wanted has arrived. Sir, blabla.”
“The elevator’s here, Sir, mind your step.”
“This is a package Chairman Liu sent to you, Sir. Would you like to open it yourself or should I? Better let me do it—what if you cut your hand?”
Han Qi listened to her “Sir, Sir, Sir” the whole day. He was used to being addressed this way; everyone in the company called him “Sir.” But when it came out of Yun Ruo’s mouth, it sounded strangely sarcastic.
“Stop saying ‘Sir,’ Miss Yun.” By the time they got off work, Han Qi couldn’t take it anymore. “It’s giving me a headache.”
As if on cue, Yun Ruo opened the driver’s side door: “Sir, after you.”
Today, she was the chauffeur.
Her “Sir, after you” made him chuckle. She held back her own laughter: “Didn’t you say work is work?”
Han Qi slid into the back seat: “Did I? I don’t remember.”
So, Han Qi could play dirty too.
A faint smile tugged at Yun Ruo’s lips. Meng Tingmo, ever sharp, caught it and his anger spiked:
“Did I just say something funny?”
“I thought of something work-related.” Yun Ruo ignored his rage. “It’s already past nine. I’ll head out first—come back tomorrow to see Feihan.”
Meng Tingmo quickly grabbed her hand: “Do you hate seeing me that much?”
Yun Ruo sighed. What was the point of this performance every time they met? “We’re already divorced. Let’s leave each other some dignity, don’t you think?”
“Heh.” Meng Tingmo sneered. “Dignity, my ass.”
“Fine then, go on.” Yun Ruo raised her phone to order a ride. The Meng villa was in a suburban estate; few cars came by. “When you see a ghost, come back and refute me.”
“Yun Ruo!”
“I heard you. Don’t shout, you’ll wake Feihan.”
Meng Tingmo shut up, tension heavy in the air.
Since when had the one who navigated this relationship with ease become Yun Ruo?
“Come back, won’t you?” At last, he couldn’t suppress his longing, his voice soft. “I don’t care if you lied to me. Let’s just live together, the three of us.”
“No.” Yun Ruo shook off his hand, cool-headed as ever. “You’re too late.”
He should have said those words before she gave birth.
By the time she got home, it was already past ten. He Xi’tong teased that Yun Ruo was busier than she was: “That money isn’t easy to earn.”
“Tell me about it.” Yun Ruo flopped on the sofa. Her dream job had been a nine-to-five, but now it was more like seven-to-who-knows-when.
Luckily, Han Qi hadn’t been working overtime lately. If he had, who knew when she’d get home.
“You went to see Xiaohan?”
“Mm.”
He Xitong pinched Yun Ruo’s cheek: “You don’t look happy. What did Meng Tingmo do again?”
Yun Ruo was frank: “Told me to get back together with him.”
“Well, well.” He Xitong’s expression was full of schadenfreude. “The mighty President Meng has finally eaten humble pie. You’re impressive.”
Yun Ruo patted her chest, playing along: “Of course, I’m Yun Ruo after all.”
The upgraded version of Yun Ruo—who only cared about herself.
She gave He Xitong a heads-up: “By the way, I’ve started pursuing Han Qi. If you hear or see anything, don’t be surprised.”
He Xitong almost tripped over her own feet: ?
“My ears aren’t broken, right?”
Yun Ruo met her eyes, expression firm: “Nope.”
Soon came the day of the seminar.
Han Qi brought two assistants, one of whom was Yun Ruo. He didn’t like having a crowd trailing behind him everywhere he went.
Except, of course, at events where appearances mattered.
The weather was hot. Walking from the outside into the venue took some time, and Yun Ruo’s forehead glistened with sweat. She glanced at Han Qi striding ahead—still brisk, unbothered.
She had to half-run to keep up.
The host came over to greet Han Qi, while the other assistant pointed out seats to Yun Ruo:
“The seminar will last several hours. We can wander outside, just stay reachable.”
“Snacks are free—grab some, and don’t forget to get a plate for President Han.”
Huh? Yun Ruo blinked. Han Qi eats little cakes?
“At least get him some water.” The aide laughed so hard he nearly bent double.
He was about to joke more when he spotted people from Meng Corporation heading their way. He straightened instantly.
“Miss Yun—your husband.”
Yun Ruo’s smile dropped. She corrected softly: “Yun Ruo. Ex-husband.”
The aide slapped his forehead. He’d forgotten.
Meng Tingmo’s eyes were naturally drawn to her—like a Yun Ruo radar. The moment he entered, he spotted her beside Han Qi.
He knew she had found work but she’d never said what. He hadn’t dared dig too deeply—things were already bad enough between them, and if she found out he was prying, she’d only grow colder.
But seeing her at Han Qi’s side filled him with doubt.
Why was she here with Han Qi? Did Han Qi invite her along to kill time?
What a gracious host, Meng Tingmo sneered to himself.
In a few steps, he was standing before Yun Ruo, just as Han Qi finished his greetings with the host.
Yun Ruo lowered her gaze, pretending not to see him. Inwardly, she prayed Meng Tingmo wouldn’t cause a scene. With so many eyes watching, it wouldn’t do to stage a live triangle drama.
But of course, all three of them knew peace was impossible today.
“President Han.” Meng Tingmo’s words were polite, but his eyes stayed fixed on Yun Ruo. “Thank you for bringing my wife here to unwind.”
“President Meng,” Han Qi returned, “your wife isn’t here.”
Meng Tingmo gave a loose, mocking smile, tone casual: “Isn’t she standing right behind you? Didn’t you used to call her ‘sister-in-law’?”
A muscle in Han Qi’s brow twitched.
Yun Ruo felt a pang of awkwardness. Had Han Qi ever called her sister-in-law? The thought suddenly felt strange.
【Great! It’s sister-in-law literature—we’re saved!】
Yun Ruo: “Shut up!”
“Never called her that,” Han Qi said flatly. It had always been Feng You shouting it. He himself had only ever called her “Yun Ruo.”
“And besides…” He stepped back, glancing toward her. All he saw was her serene profile. “This is my assistant. Assistant Yun.”
Meng Tingmo froze, thinking he’d misheard. But the shocked faces around told him otherwise.
“Yun Ruo… your assistant?”
Han Qi nodded. “My assistant.”
Meng Tingmo’s aura turned icy. So Yun Ruo’s so-called “job” was being Han Qi’s assistant? Why? If she wanted work, he could’ve arranged something, or He Xitong could have. Why Han Qi? Were they close?
“Yun Ruo, you—” He stopped mid-sentence.
Because suddenly a thought struck him.
They weren’t close. In his eyes, Yun Ruo and Han Qi had barely known each other—at most bumping into each other at gatherings once or twice a year.
So why was she now working for Han Qi? It wasn’t a whim.
She had a purpose.
And that purpose…
Meng Tingmo’s gaze darkened. He turned toward Yun Ruo, who had just lifted her head. Meeting his eyes, she gave him a faint smile.
As if saying: Yes, you guessed it right.
She had become Han Qi’s assistant because Han Qi was her next target.
“Yun Ruo!” Meng Tingmo ground out her name, fury boiling beneath the thin veneer of control.
“President Meng.” Yun Ruo knew he had figured it out, but she wasn’t afraid. It wasn’t as if Han Qi didn’t know she had an agenda. Her position felt like a get-out-of-jail-free card. “We’re on work time. Whatever you want to say, let’s talk after.”
Then she turned to Han Qi: “President Han, the seminar’s starting. This way, please.”
Han Qi cast her a glance, said nothing, and walked into the hall first.
Yun Ruo hesitated, worried Meng Tingmo might lash out, then simply gestured toward the hall: “President Meng, after you.”
She was composed, not dodging his stare, though her eyes held some elusive meaning. It left Meng Tingmo swallowing all his words.
At least, not here. Not now.
Both parties entered the hall.
The seminar was scheduled for three hours, but unexpected delays stretched it to four. By the time it ended, it was six in the evening.
Right into rush hour.
At the main entrance, Meng Tingmo cornered Yun Ruo.
Han Qi had actually messaged her at five, telling her to head out first. But she thought, better today than tomorrow. Sooner or later, she’d be caught.
Meng Tingmo’s face had been thunderous the entire afternoon. People approached him with exaggerated caution, terrified of saying the wrong thing and provoking his temper. Now, blocking Yun Ruo’s way, he said:
“We’re all friends. Since we ran into each other, why not grab dinner together?”
The assistants from both sides exchanged wary looks. Usually, because their bosses were friends, they also got along well—dinners like this weren’t unusual.
But tonight… better not.
“Boss, I just remembered something urgent at work—I’ll head back to the office for overtime.”
“Me too, me too.”
So, seated at the restaurant table were only three.
No need to elaborate further.
Yun Ruo felt she had dragged Han Qi into this, so when ordering, she deliberately picked several of Han Qi’s favorites.
Meng Tingmo’s eyes narrowed: “Didn’t you say you don’t like mushrooms?”
Yun Ruo: “Han Qi likes them.”
Meng Tingmo’s fist clenched. Great. Just a few days, and she already knew what Han Qi liked to eat.
Yun Ruo realized her words could be misread. She hadn’t gone out of her way to learn—it was her duty as a personal assistant to handle his meals. Zhang Ji had simply told her.
【Ding~ Target’s favorability increased by 1%】
Yun Ruo: …
Seriously, Han Qi?
Since that was the case, Yun Ruo didn’t bother explaining. She was pursuing him anyway.
“You order yourself.” She handed the tablet menu to Meng Tingmo.
But he stayed seated, unmoving: “You order for me.”
Yun Ruo ignored him: “If you’re not eating, then go home.”
“Yun Ruo!”
“You’ve called my name enough times today.” Yun Ruo turned to face him directly. One time, two times, again and again—she was done. “I’ve made myself clear. Stop interfering with me.”
“Otherwise, I’ll only grow more and more disgusted with you.”
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