When the Male Lead Finds Out I’m the Transmigrator Trying to Win Him Over - Chapter 46

In late autumn, the wind had grown cold. In the silence, moonlight spilled across everything.

Han Qi suddenly thought of Yun ruo’s coat—a shawl—which she had left in the car when getting out.

Luckily, the indoor temperature was warm enough; otherwise, catching a cold would have made things miserable.

A faint smile curved on his lips as he looked at Meng Tingmo: “What did you just say?”

“The reason Yun ruo pursued me… do you know?”

Han Qi had never asked Yun ruo the reason. At that time, he had told her: “It doesn’t matter.”

Meng Tingmo squinted: “You don’t know?”

So whatever Yun ruo had told Han Qi made sense—probably she hadn’t mentioned it, just as she had directly made her move with him back then.

Han Qi thought for a moment. He wasn’t indifferent, but he felt no need to hear it from Meng Tingmo: “Maybe this is something Yun ruo should tell me herself?”

“Ha.” Meng Tingmo scoffed, showing disdain.

His own actions were shameful; he admitted it. Previously, he had never done anything so despicable.

But now he had no choice.

“Actually, before this, I had another question.” Han Qi thought of a loophole in Meng Tingmo’s words: “Did you know from the start that Yun ruo was pursuing me?”

When it came to relationships, there were three situations: the man takes initiative, the woman takes initiative, or both have mutual interest.

But Yun ruo wouldn’t casually discuss this with her ex-husband. “After I divorce, I’ll pursue your brother”—that wasn’t her character.

Han Qi felt there was something between Meng Tingmo and Yun ruo that he didn’t know, a kind of secret only they shared, which no third party could know.

Han Qi disliked being excluded.

“Perhaps the answer is related to why you suddenly changed your attitude toward Yun ruo back then?”

Meng Tingmo’s eyes sharpened—Han Qi really was perceptive.

Systems, missions, strategies—a series of strange events.

He wouldn’t tell Han Qi; let him worry.

But one thing he could say: “I told you, I just want to tell you why Yun ruo pursued you.”

Han Qi shrugged: “I already said, I’d rather hear it from Yun ruo herself.”

The expression, “I trust Yun ruo more than you,” pierced Meng Tingmo’s eyes. Back then, he and Yun ruo had died on the altar of “trust.”

Seeing Han Qi turn to leave, he blurted out: “What if I told you it’s for money? She only wants your money.”

She doesn’t care about your feelings or sincerity.

Han Qi froze.

Meng Tingmo looked at Han Qi’s back. Right—he didn’t believe Han Qi was indifferent; how long had they been together? How deep was that trust?

Han Qi turned his head, their gazes met, neither speaking.

The chilly wind outside swept through them.

After a moment, Han Qi asked: “Just for money?”

Meng Tingmo frowned at Han Qi’s calm reaction: “Yes, for money.”

Han Qi smiled, but halfway through, it stopped, a trace of sharpness appearing in his eyes: “I thought it was a big deal, but it’s just money.”

He pointed at himself: “Perfect, I have plenty of money.”

Meng Tingmo was stunned. Han Qi’s response was completely unexpected. People like them should despise women with ulterior motives. For a woman to come after him just for money, in their circles, it was contemptible.

“You don’t care?”

“What’s there to care about?” Han Qi shrugged. Yun ruo wanted what he had most; she wasn’t asking for the stars in the sky. Money? Fine, she could have it.

He remembered something: “So the reason you caused the divorce back then… was it because Yun ruo wanted your money, not you?”

Meng Tingmo remained silent. He had indeed cared at the time.

His silence was tacit acknowledgment, which made Han Qi laugh: “Old Meng, you really…”

He couldn’t find words to describe Meng Tingmo’s past actions—lost in the moment, or foolish like a pig? No, Meng Tingmo didn’t deserve such gentle words.

“Whether Yun ruo really only loves your money, we’ll leave that aside. At least in our eyes, it’s obvious she adored you, Meng Tingmo.”

“You should first look at yourself. Arrogant, prideful, hesitant in love, recklessly hurting her relying on her favoritism, self-centered… your flaws are endless.”

“And your merits,” Han Qi pointed at Meng Tingmo’s face, “other than good looks, it’s only your money.”

“In this situation, if Yun ruo doesn’t care about money, what else could she care about? Only your money.”

He mocked Meng Tingmo thoroughly, recalling how Meng had left a pregnant Yun ruo in the mall because of this baseless suspicion. Meng Tingmo wasn’t innocent at all.

“Han Qi! Do you even know what you’re saying?!” Meng Tingmo gritted his teeth, questioning Han Qi’s right to judge him.

“I do.” Han Qi confirmed he was calm; under extreme anger, his mind was unusually clear. “I mean, if I were you, I wouldn’t care why she came.”

He wanted Yun ruo herself.

First, he would keep her by his side, then think about how to make her love him. Even if she never did, so what? At least she’d be there.

“She spends effort on me just for money? That means I have some worth.” With that, Han Qi strode away. No wonder Yun ruo had nothing to say to Meng Tingmo now.

He didn’t want to speak to Meng Tingmo either.

Meng Tingmo stepped back, stunned on the balcony.

Outside, Han Qi was icy, and Meng Tingmo had spoiled his mood. Instinctively, Han Qi looked for Yun ruo.

“Looking for me?” A gentle voice came from the side.

Han Qi turned; Yun ruo stood near the wall, a step away from the balcony.

“You…”

Yun ruo didn’t smile, just quietly looked at him.

Han Qi guessed: “You heard what I just said?”

Yun ruo nodded. Coming back from the bathroom, she had seen Han Qi heading toward the open balcony and assumed he just wanted some air, so she followed.

Little did she know, Meng Tingmo was there.

And had told Han Qi the “reason” she pursued him.

Although the reason Meng Tingmo knew was false, Yun ruo hadn’t interrupted; she wasn’t afraid of Meng Tingmo’s “slander,” only curious about Han Qi’s attitude.

And Han Qi’s indifference upset her.

On one hand, she realized again how incompatible she and Meng Tingmo were. Han Qi’s love wasn’t as intense as Meng Tingmo’s; even though Han Qi loved her less, he wouldn’t reject her for a baseless reason. 100% loving Meng Tingmo couldn’t handle it.

She couldn’t blame Meng Tingmo; she had erred.

She should never have softened, should never have arrogantly thought Meng Tingmo would never abandon her.

Their relationship lacked both trust and love.

On the other hand…

After the banquet, Yun ruo and Han Qi sat silently in the car on the way home, both slightly tipsy, eyes closed, saying nothing. The driver fidgeted nervously in the front seat.

A fight? The atmosphere was suffocating.

At the house, the driver left. Yun ruo walked ahead and entered, pressing the switch to dispel the gloom.

Han Qi closed the door and, seeing her head upstairs, called: “Where are you going?”

Yun ruo paused and turned. Han Qi still held her shawl.

“Forgot it.” Thinking he meant the shawl, she went to retrieve it, but as she approached, Han Qi pulled her into his arms.

“Ah.”

The shawl was tossed onto the sofa, and Yun ruo was now in Han Qi’s embrace.

She was startled, hands warming against his strong back: “Han Qi?”

Han Qi looked down, scanning her face to gauge her true feelings: “Are you upset?”

Yun ruo opened her mouth, unsure how to respond.

Han Qi continued: “Because of Meng Tingmo? You still love him?”

Yun ruo: ?

Han Qi held her tightly; the closer they were, the less he allowed her to leave.

“Forget it, I don’t care who you love.”

He only cared about one thing: “Will you continue staying by my side?”

Yun ruo looked at him for a long moment, seeing him so desperate for the first time—just because he feared losing her?

She placed her hands on his face: “You’re overthinking.”

“I’m not upset because of Meng Tingmo. I stopped caring what he thinks of me long ago.”

When you don’t need someone’s love, you become invincible.

“I’m just…” She pondered how to explain her thoughts to Han Qi, and finally said plainly, “I’m just curious. You know I approached you with ulterior motives—as Meng Tingmo said, for money—why did you keep me?”

She emphasized again: “I said I wanted to pursue you for personal gain.”

“My memory isn’t that poor.” Han Qi’s tone was calm, noticing the slight furrow when he tightened his grip slightly but still held her.

“No matter why you came to me, even if it’s for money—”

Forehead to forehead, noses brushing, a seemingly tender scene, yet his words were firm: “Even for money, you come to me, you’re not allowed to go to anyone else.”

Yun ruo’s eyelashes trembled.

Han Qi really didn’t care at all.

[He loves you immensely~]

Her distress stemmed from this.

[Yun ruo, don’t be foolish!] the system warned. You cannot fall into the same trap twice. Though it liked to tease the CP and occasionally mock Yun ruo, it truly cared only about one thing.

Yun ruo completed her mission and returned smoothly.

She lowered her gaze, knowing she wouldn’t be foolish.

“Yun ruo.” Han Qi, not getting an answer, forcibly lifted her chin: “Tell me, what are you thinking?”

Yun ruo rubbed against his hand, still unsatisfied, and lifted both hands around his neck: “I’m thinking…”

She dragged out the tone.

Han Qi bent down to match her height.

Yun ruo: “I’m thinking… I’m starting to like you a little.”

Han Qi paused.

A few seconds of silence, then he relaxed: “Coincidentally, me too.”

“You too what?”

“A little like you.”

[Current Target Affection: 87%]

Actually, he already loved her to death.

Yun ruo buried her face in Han Qi’s shoulder, pretending ignorance: “So now we mutually like each other, moving forward together?”

Han Qi answered with a soft “Mm.”

“As long as I’m by your side, you don’t mind anything?”

“Mm.”

“Han Qi, you’re lying. To say something like that, you only like me a little?”

“Then…” Han Qi cupped her face and kissed her quickly.

He kissed with urgency, as if pouring all his feelings into it. Yun ruo almost couldn’t resist.

“Then let’s revise that. I don’t just like you a little, I like you a lot.”

[Current Target Affection: 88%]

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