When the Male Lead Finds Out I’m the Transmigrator Trying to Win Him Over - Chapter 40

When Yun Ruo returned to the company, it was just four o’clock. Counting the time, it had been less than two hours, which surprised Han Qi.

He had already prepared himself for Yun Ruo not coming back that afternoon.

“Of course I’ll come back.” Yun Ruo patted her chest. “I keep my promises.”

A smile finally appeared on Han Qi’s face. All the frustration he had endured earlier today seemed to melt away, leaving him much lighter.

“If I were you, I wouldn’t have come back. Miss Yun, you’d have one less shift.”

Yun Ruo was confused. “What do you mean, Mr. Han?”

Han Qi pointed to the stack of documents at the side. “Coming back just means you’ll have to work overtime again tonight.”

Lately, they’d been getting off work around eight or nine at night. By the time Yun Ruo got home, it was past ten. If she could fall asleep before midnight, that counted as “early sleep.”

So that’s what he meant. Yun Ruo gave Han Qi a look, then suddenly leaned forward and reached out to rub the space between his brows.

That spot had been furrowed all day, but now it slowly relaxed. Han Qi stayed still, surprised by the gesture.

“Working late is tiring,” Yun Ruo said softly, “but if it’s with you, Mr. Han, then I don’t mind so much.”

If this line were posted online, people would definitely call it “love-brained.” Yun Ruo tried her best to look sincere. She had just come back and was already completing her mission—in a way, she really was a very dedicated worker.

Feeling “charmed” by her, Han Qi put down the pen in his hand. “Sweet talk?”

Yun Ruo glanced at the fountain pen—was he about to get up? She took a step back. “It’s the truth. Mr. Han, I’ll get back to work now.”

Han Qi thought for a moment and nodded. Just then, he had almost lost control and done something, but remembering they were still at work, he held himself back.

It was still office hours. After work…

Yun Ruo didn’t know she was “doomed.” She thought that slipping out of his office meant safety. Now, sitting at her desk, she shared Han Qi’s mood with another assistant: “He seems in a good mood. If you’ve got something to ask him, do it now before it changes.”

The assistant bolted into Han Qi’s office.

Decision made—next time, Yun Ruo would wait until she went in before following.

Fixing her hair, Yun Ruo was about to start working when Feng You began bombarding her phone:

“Jie, what did you say to Old Meng? The ‘miracle doctor’ isn’t busy with work anymore—he’s sleeping.”

“…Wait, no. Jie, he keeps tossing and turning, looks really restless.”

“What happened? I just saw his eyes were red. He looks worse! What’s going on?!”

Yun Ruo was helpless. Wasn’t Meng Tingmo staying in the hospital? If there was a problem, why not ask the doctor directly?

“Not being able to sleep could just be stress. If necessary, the doctor can prescribe a sleeping pill. Red eyes could be from inflammation or eye strain. In any case, one pill, one good night’s sleep—problem solved.”

Feng You: …

Feng You: “Jie, you’re really something.”

Yun Ruo: “When you’ve been through enough, you naturally get a sense of humor. Otherwise, how else do you comfort yourself? Don’t you think?”

That one line left Feng You completely emo.

When Meng Tingmo had issues, this whole group of friends bombarded Yun Ruo, trying everything to cheer him up. But Yun Ruo?

It seemed the only close friend she had was He Xitong. During her darkest days, she had relied only on herself to get through.

Thinking about it, they really had been unfair to her.

After that day, Meng Tingmo’s circle of “brothers,” including Feng You, never again “bothered” Yun Ruo.

That night, after nine o’clock, Yun Ruo was still waiting for Han Qi to finish. She could only watch the other employees pack up and leave in the elevator. When Assistant Liu left, she even patted Yun Ruo’s face with pity:

“Poor thing. It’s going to be crazy busy for the next month. Zhang Ji once worked until 3 a.m., then started again at 6 a.m.”

Yun Ruo playfully pinched her philtrum.

But it wasn’t an act—if she really had to work until 3 and be back by 6, she’d die. She wasn’t young anymore and couldn’t pull all-nighters like the younger ones.

【Don’t worry. Once the strategy succeeds, you’ll regain your young and energetic body (your original one).】

“Turns out dating really is deadly.”

【……】

One by one, the office emptied out until only Yun Ruo remained at her desk. Han Qi emerged from his office, still on the phone.

Yun Ruo stood, car keys in hand, but Han Qi stopped in front of her.

“Yes, we’ll review it tomorrow. I’ll arrange someone to come over.”

He hung up, then suddenly wrapped his arm around Yun Ruo’s waist and lifted her onto the desk. Maybe he’d rehearsed this in the afternoon, because his movements were smooth and practiced.

It startled Yun Ruo. Again? She nervously glanced around, sighing in relief when she confirmed it was just the two of them.

Amused, Han Qi couldn’t help but pinch her nose.

Yun Ruo swatted his hand away.

Han Qi: “Getting bolder?”

“It’s after hours, of course I’m bolder.”

“You’re not off yet, Miss Yun.”

“During work hours, things like this aren’t allowed. If anything, it should be after hours.”

Yun Ruo kept a straight face. Over the past few months, her shamelessness had leveled up—she could now spar with Han Qi a few rounds.

But Han Qi was still more shameless: “And what exactly are ‘things like this’?”

Yun Ruo glared at him, but seeing his serious expression, she reluctantly demonstrated: “This—hugging the waist, lifting me up, getting this close… things no superior and subordinate would do.”

“Alright.” Han Qi nodded, then braced her legs apart with one hand, held her tightly with the other, leaving no space between them, reenacting her words exactly. “I admit it’s after hours now. You can do whatever you want.”

“Han Qi!” Yun Ruo struggled, and if her feet were on the ground, she would have stomped on him. What could she do? He was always the one being forward. “Hurry up—what do you want? It’s already after nine, let’s go home.”

So Han Qi got straight to the point: “I didn’t have time earlier, but… did you sort things out with Meng Tingmo?”

Yun Ruo looked at him suspiciously.

Han Qi conceded. “Alright, fine. What I really want to know is—did you soften toward him? What if he pulls the whole crying, pleading act and wins you back? Then what about me?”

“Hey.” Yun Ruo couldn’t help laughing. Sure, Meng Tingmo might cry, but not hang himself. “My mind has always been firm. I won’t change.”

“I’m pursuing you.”

She could understand his mindset. Han Qi had probably liked her long ago, but since she was with Meng Tingmo, he said and did nothing. Now that they had broken up, he finally had his chance. Naturally, he was insecure.

Wait a minute—thinking about it that way, wasn’t Han Qi the one chasing her all along?

Yun Ruo felt a bit like a scumbag, and to make up for it, she leaned closer and rubbed her forehead against his. “Don’t worry.”

Han Qi’s lips curved faintly. In the dim light of the lone ceiling lamp, he raised his head slightly, locking eyes with her. After a few seconds, he kissed her brow. “Did he do this?”

Yun Ruo blinked. Oh, was he worried Meng Tingmo had forced himself on her again?

She obediently shook her head.

Han Qi kissed her nose. “What about here?”

Was he doing this on purpose? Yun Ruo tried to lean back, but he pulled her in again. She shook her head.

Finally, his lips landed on hers, nibbling lightly. “Here?”

“No, no, nowhere.” Yun Ruo didn’t even bother shaking her head anymore. In her mind, the system screamed: 【He just wants to steal kisses!】

“Good.” Han Qi chuckled, running his hand through her hair, whispering in the empty office, “So obedient.”

Yun Ruo’s whole face turned crimson. She pushed him away. “Let’s go, Mr. Han.”

“Alright, Miss Yun.”

That night, they got home at 10:40.

For the next week, Yun Ruo never got off before 8 p.m. He Xitong teased her: “You’re busier than me these days.”

“At this rate, you’ll have to become President Yun to make all this worth it.”

“President of which department?” Yun Ruo gulped down a huge glass of water. Tonight, she had refused Han Qi’s offer of a five-star dinner delivery and instead joined Assistant Liu for spicy hot pot. It was so spicy she kept chugging water the entire evening.

“There’s only one ‘personal assistant,’ so if anyone deserves the title of ‘President,’ it’s me.”

He Xitong refilled her glass. “Han Qi won’t even get you water?”

【Drink.】

The system muttered softly: 【Not just drinking water from the dispenser, but also drinking—】

“Ahhh!” Yun Ruo shouted out loud. This stupid yellow-head system was spouting nonsense again—shut up, shut up, shut up!

Her outburst made He Xitong think she was venting. “So much resentment? As expected, relationships between bosses and subordinates are impossible.”

“Are you still chasing Han Qi?”

Yun Ruo covered her head. “Yes.”

He Xitong gave her a thumbs up. “That’s dedication.”

Of course she was dedicated. Yun Ruo checked the favorability—she had already pushed it up to 78%. With this much time spent together, her efforts were working. Once someone’s feelings were confirmed, even without doing anything, that “liking” would keep growing day by day.

They’d think, How could this person be so wonderful? I’m so happy every day I see them. If only they had eyes only for me. Mutual affection was the most touching thing.

The system said Han Qi was easy to please, maybe even capable of “self-strategizing.”

Such a luxurious starting point wasn’t easy to come by. Giving up now would be insane.

Another day of overtime.

Yun Ruo delivered some documents to Han Qi and returned to her desk. Tonight’s work hours had already broken records—it was 10 p.m., and Han Qi was still in a video meeting.

Was he really planning to go until 3 a.m.?

Yun Ruo rubbed her eyes, debating whether to fetch coffee, but worried it would kick in just when she wanted to sleep.

At 11 p.m., Han Qi messaged her: “I’ll be busy a while longer. You can go home first.”

Yun Ruo glanced around—Assistant Liu and the others were still fighting on.

“During work hours, how could you say that, Mr. Han?”

Han Qi had never said such things to Zhang Ji. Otherwise, there wouldn’t have been those infamous 3 a.m. records.

At midnight, Han Qi finally wrapped up.

Assistant Liu collapsed at her desk. “This kind of workload, not even for one more day…”

“Wow, it’s already the 30th,” a colleague pointed at the calendar. “Payday soon.”

Assistant Liu: “Help me up. I can keep fighting.”

Her energy was entirely fueled by the paycheck.

Yun Ruo stifled a laugh. She was exhausted too, but Han Qi’s salary was so high she couldn’t bear the thought of quitting.

Han Qi emerged from his office. Yun Ruo said her goodbyes to the others and followed his pace. Usually she’d joke, “Mr. Han is like an elevator,” but today she didn’t have the energy.

In the underground parking lot, Yun Ruo rubbed her shoulders.

“Tired?” Han Qi noticed immediately and moved toward the driver’s seat. “I’ll drive.”

“No.” Yun Ruo still had her professional pride. If Han Qi drove, he’d definitely take her home first. Then who would know who was the boss and who was the assistant? Waiting this long would be pointless.

“I had too much coffee tonight. I’m wide awake.” She forced her eyes open.

Past midnight, the streets were quiet. Most commercial buildings still had their lights on, which made Yun Ruo sigh. Instinctively, she looked over at Han Qi in the passenger seat.

He insisted on sitting next to her tonight.

“If you get tired, I’ll switch.”

Eyes fixed on the road, Yun Ruo said, “Empty roads are easy to drive.”

Han Qi’s lips curved.

Soon, they arrived at his place. Yun Ruo sat still, waiting for Han Qi to get out—she’d then take the car and drive herself home. But even after a while, he hadn’t moved.

“What’s wrong?”

Han Qi unbuckled his seatbelt and turned to face her. “What I’m about to say might be a bit abrupt.”

“Miss Yun, would you like to move in and live with me?”

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