When the Male Lead Finds Out I’m the Transmigrator Trying to Win Him Over - Chapter 41

If she moved in with Han Qi, Yun Ruo could sleep until seven every morning, and whenever Han Qi came home, that would be when her workday ended.

She knew Han Qi’s suggestion had nothing to do with romance—it was simply that he didn’t want her commuting every day. Yet she actually felt… it might not be a bad idea.

Back when she accepted the mission, Yun Ruo had already resolved that she’d risk anything if needed. And now, things were going much better than she’d ever expected.

There was no way she’d let herself back down.

When she told He Xitong about her decision to move in, He Xitong acted out being choked on her own saliva, clutching her chest and coughing for minutes before she recovered.

“Ah Ruo, you’ve gotten so bold now?”

“Think about it—back when you were chasing Meng Tingmo, just holding hands would make you blush from head to toe. And now you’re moving in together straight away?!”

Meng Tingmo took five years. Han Qi—what, not even five months?

Yun Ruo looked innocent. “First of all, this isn’t cohabitation. For a live-in personal assistant, staying in the employer’s home isn’t strange at all. Lots of personal assistants are required to live in.”

“Second… we’re all thirty years old. Why be so shy about it?”

The second line left He Xitong completely speechless.

She wanted to say this was absolutely not something Yun Ruo would do, yet here she was, hearing it with her own ears.

“Ah Ruo,” He Xitong murmured, a little dazed.

“Alright.” Yun Ruo pinched her friend’s cheek, trying to lighten the mood. “It’s not that serious. By ‘shy’ I meant about agreeing to the live-in part. This saves me time, and it does make pursuing Han Qi more convenient, so why hesitate about accepting his offer?”

“What did you think I meant?”

He Xitong pursed her lips. With adults, what else could living together imply? It wasn’t even a big deal, but she still couldn’t quite accept Yun Ruo’s new nonchalance.

It felt like—though she still had Yun Ruo, she was also losing Yun Ruo.

And it was already happening.

“If this makes you happy, then go ahead,” He Xitong still wished her well. “I just want you to live a good life.”

“Poor me though.” She pouted, pretending to be pitiful. “Before, when I got home, at least there was someone there. Now it’ll just be me. Going home feels meaningless.”

Yun Ruo pointed at a family photo on the table. “You can always go back to your parents’ place.”

He Xitong shook her head vigorously.

Living alone was still more comfortable.

—

Since she was moving, Yun Ruo got a rare vacation.

She was a little bitter about it. Shouldn’t vacations be for sleeping in, bingeing dramas and videos, then meeting friends after she’d lazed around enough? But for her, a “vacation” meant packing and moving. Han Qi was a terrible capitalist.

Han Qi, on the other hand, offered to hire movers. “You can come to work with me. Let the movers pack everything. I promise by the time you’re back tonight, everything will be settled.”

“I’ll pay for it.”

Yun Ruo refused. She valued her privacy too much to let strangers touch her belongings.

“Then this,” Han Qi bargained. “You come to work with me. We’ll try to leave early. I’ll help you move— I’ll do the packing, you do the sorting.”

Yun Ruo: “I choose vacation.”

She spent a whole day packing. She thought she didn’t have much, but—one box of clothes (and that was without her bulky winter clothes), one of daily essentials, one of random stuff, and even one for dolls and decorations. He Xitong even bought her a bunch of new things, worried she wouldn’t feel at home. Yun Ruo couldn’t move it all in one trip.

The car, of course, was one Han Qi provided for her but that she’d repurposed for moving. He even told her to pick a spacious one from the garage to make things easier.

“Han Zong, you’ve been waiting for this day, huh?” she teased.

Han Qi paused for a long while, then finally said, “Maybe you really did manage to win me over.”

【Current target’s affection: 80%】
【He loves you】

—

By the end of the day, the move was done. Han Qi even hired an auntie to help her settle into the new place.

His house had three floors—bedrooms mainly on the second, study, meeting lounge, and entertainment on the third. Naturally, Yun Ruo would live on the second.

“This one has a bathroom, that one doesn’t. Which do you prefer, Miss Yun?”

Did that even need asking? Of course the one with the bathroom. She had no desire to recreate a “forgot the towel after shower—runs into the male lead in the hallway” scene. Too embarrassing.

When Han Qi returned at ten that night, Yun Ruo had already unpacked and was playing games in bed.

She wondered if this looked bad. Her boss had worked himself to the bone until ten, while his assistant lounged around gaming and watching shows? A little disrespectful.

But going to pick him up from work… forget it. Disrespectful it was. She was on vacation.

A knock came. It could only be Han Qi—since the auntie had already left.

She checked her clothes—nothing indecent—then opened the door.

Han Qi, hair a bit tousled but still striking as ever, gaze sharp: “All done?”

Yun Ruo nodded, unsure what to say.

Just then, her phone chimed from the bed: “Game over, you are dead.”

Yun Ruo: …

She’d left her game character idle too long, and the ghost ate her.

Han Qi chuckled. “Looks like you’re comfortable here. I worried for nothing.”

He’d thought she might have trouble adjusting.

Yun Ruo laughed awkwardly and started to close the door. “See you tomorrow, Han Zong. Vacation time now.”

Han Qi blocked it. “On vacation, aren’t we friends? Don’t want to see me?”

Yun Ruo touched her face. “That’s not it.”

He leaned closer, bracing against the door. “Not at all?”

Yun Ruo leaned back. “Really not.”

His fingertip brushed her earlobe lightly. “Yun Ruo, your ears are red.”

Yun Ruo: …

Han Qi smirked. “Doesn’t seem like you’re as calm as you pretend.”

Resigned, Yun Ruo shut her eyes. Did he really have to expose her every time?

But it was late, and moving was exhausting. Han Qi didn’t have the heart to tease her further. He pulled back. “Rest early. Good night.”

She yawned. “Mm, sleepy. You too, sleep soon.”

Click. The door closed.

Han Qi remained outside for a few seconds, then whispered, “See you in the morning.”

Nothing could be better than seeing her every day.

Inside, Yun Ruo rolled around in bed under her blanket.

Was it because his affection had risen again? She felt his gaze burning hotter than ever.

And so began her live-in life.

Every morning, Han Qi got up at six to jog while she kept dreaming. At seven he came back to shower, while she dragged herself up. By seven-thirty he was already at the breakfast table, while she stumbled down half-asleep.

Every night, she sent him home from work—also meaning back to her own home. The moment the car door shut, she’d start yawning, retreat to her room to wash up, then perk up again to scroll on her phone.

She adapted quickly, but the downside was: less time with Han Qi.

At work, there were colleagues. At breakfast, the auntie. At night, she hid in her room looking tired. Han Qi couldn’t exactly knock on her door every night without seeming intrusive.

After a while, he started looking a little… resentful.

“You’re doing this on purpose?” he asked one evening, catching her just before she escaped the car.

“Ah?” Yun Ruo blinked. “What?”

This time he’d even sat in the passenger seat to corner her. Unbuckling, he leaned in, close enough their shoulders brushed. “What do you think I’m asking?”

“I don’t understand.”

He tilted her face toward him, their noses nearly touching, their lips brushing with every breath. “Stopped chasing me lately?”

“I thought you’d want more rest, since you’ve been working overtime every day.”

“So avoiding me was your way of being considerate?”

She hesitated, then nodded. Yes—she’d been deliberately keeping some distance. The system had called it “emotional push and pull.”

Pulled well, it heated things up. Pulled poorly, and it was straight to the crematorium.

And judging from now…

Han Qi pinched her chin, breath brushing her lips. “Then, Miss Yun, don’t be considerate.”

He pulled her firmly into his arms. “Do something.”

Yun Ruo: …?

Sure, the push-and-pull seemed to be working, but asking her to do something? “Do what?”

He held her by the waist. “What do you think? Do it, and then we’ll get out of the car.”

Her heart leapt. The system had long since shut its eyes and gone offline.

What was she supposed to do! It was way too soon.

In the end, she resorted to smothering his handsome face with random kisses, igniting his fire but refusing to satisfy him. Struggling, she managed to slip out of the car. Han Qi had one leg already out, but still didn’t chase her.

She could imagine him slumped back in the seat, sighing in defeat.

Yun Ruo couldn’t help laughing out loud.

But joy can turn to misfortune fast—two days later, she caught a cold.

Summer had turned to autumn; temperatures dropped quickly. One morning it rained, but Yun Ruo wore something too light. She figured she’d be indoors all day anyway, so didn’t go home to change.

That evening there was a dinner meeting. She went to the hotel first, sneezed three times in a row outside.

She could still hold it then.

But after two glasses of red wine, she stepped outside again to exchange pleasantries, and in the car afterward her head felt light.

“Drunk?” Han Qi asked. With a driver at the wheel, the two of them sat in the back.

“Maybe.” She hadn’t thought of a cold—it was just dizziness. Was her alcohol tolerance really this bad?

Back home, the dizziness worsened. She forced herself through washing up and lay down, but couldn’t get comfortable. After tossing and turning, she finally realized: maybe a fever. She touched her forehead with the back of her hand.

Didn’t feel hot—her forehead and hand felt the same.

She went downstairs for a thermometer. Han Qi was still awake, reading on the sofa, and immediately noticed something wrong.

“Not feeling well?” He put down the tablet, touched her forehead, and felt the heat. “You’ve got a fever. Didn’t you notice?”

“Really?” She checked with the thermometer. “I didn’t think I felt hot—thought it was fine.”

Han Qi almost laughed in disbelief. How could you tell by comparing your forehead to your hand? He reached for his phone.

Looked like he was about to call the family doctor. Yun Ruo quickly stopped him. “It’s not even thirty-nine degrees yet. Let me try some fever medicine first.”

He couldn’t argue her down. After she took the medicine and went back upstairs, he stayed on guard in the living room.

At one in the morning, Yun Ruo woke up from the heat. She’d never really fallen asleep, her body aching all over, throat dry like fire.

On the stairs, her legs nearly gave out.

Han Qi caught her instantly, cradling her like a burning stove. No need to ask how she felt—her body heat said enough. He dialed right away.

In less than half an hour, the typical overworked doctor-friend every CEO in romance novels has arrived at the house with his medical kit.

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