When the Male Lead Finds Out I’m the Transmigrator Trying to Win Him Over - Chapter 49

Before finishing work, Han Qi glanced at the date in the lower right corner of his computer—it was already November.

Every year on the last day of this month, he felt a sense of oppression. It was around this time that Yun ruo had her accident years ago. Now, knowing the truth about Meng Tingmo’s impending divorce, looking back at this day made him feel even more heavy and restless.

It also intensified his annoyance toward Meng Tingmo.

That irritation lasted until he opened the door to his home and saw Yun ruo standing there. She was perfectly fine, with a faint smile on her face—her mood was clearly good.

Instantly, his own mood lifted.

Moreover, Yun ruo had bought clothes for him.

He let Yun ruo help him try them on. When she gently adjusted his collar while standing close, he felt a fleeting sense of peace, as if time had slowed—a feeling he had longed for over many years.

He wanted to hug Yun ruo.

Before he could reach out, his phone rang. He was annoyed at the timing; it ruined the warm, intimate moment they had just shared. He looked at the caller—of course, it was Meng Tingmo.

The irritation surged again. That fool had no right to keep calling Yun ruo, to keep bothering her. He wanted to throw him into the sea.

Han Qi’s anger rose.

As Yun ruo answered the call, he lifted her chin and pressed a heavy kiss on her lips.

“Fine, you want to call? I’ll let you call.”

“Mm…!”

Yun ruo was stunned.

She could feel the intimate atmosphere from just moments ago—the way Han Qi looked at her while she adjusted his collar seemed almost suffocating, like being immersed in a warm current. It was the kind of chemistry experienced in a budding romance, and she knew what might come next.

But Meng Tingmo’s call had arrived.

Earlier that day, Yun ruo had told Jiang Yufei the truth. Jiang Yufei had said she would soon leave with her family for the north, and wouldn’t return.

It was the kind of action intended to bury all past matters. If Yun ruo were in Jiang Yufei’s place, she would naturally resolve all unfinished business before leaving.

Seeing Meng Tingmo’s call, Yun ruo immediately understood that Jiang Yufei had told him the truth, and Yun ruo herself also wanted to settle this “unfinished business.” That was why she answered. She hadn’t expected Han Qi to act this way.

“Han Qi… mm… you—”

Han Qi deepened the kiss.

Out of the corner of her eye, Yun ruo saw that the call was already connected.

“Ah, Ruo, I… I know everything… I want to see you. Where are you? I’ll come find you.”

Yun ruo had no words for Meng Tingmo.

She moved the phone away, not wanting Meng Tingmo to hear her voice. But before she could relax, Han Qi grabbed the phone.

Meng Tingmo was still “repenting”: “Ah, Ruo, it’s all my fault. Can you talk to me?”

Han Qi snorted coldly.

“Ah, Ruo doesn’t have time to talk to you.”

His breathing hadn’t yet returned to normal; his voice was deeper than usual. He held the phone in his right hand while his left hand tightly wrapped around Yun ruo’s waist. Yun ruo felt a little embarrassed in this situation. She tried to take back the phone, which only seemed to anger Han Qi further.

Han Qi’s deep eyes fixed on her, and Yun ruo didn’t dare move.

Meng Tingmo, sensing danger, shouted: “Han Qi! Try touching her and see what happens! I’ll kill you!!”

A glint of ruthlessness flashed in Han Qi’s eyes, yet he found Meng Tingmo amusing. “A law-abiding society… Meng, how exactly are you planning to kill me?”

“Mmm!” Meng Tingmo yelled again.

Han Qi didn’t care in the slightest. He lowered his head and kissed Yun ruo again. Yun ruo sighed: “Enough, don’t tease him.”

Meng Tingmo caught her words: “Ah, Ruo? Is that you?”

Yun ruo rubbed against Han Qi’s lips playfully: “I need to say something to him; we can continue later, okay?”

Her voice was soft, meant only for Han Qi to hear. Meng Tingmo got no response and continued calling: “Ah, Ruo? Ah, Ruo?”

Han Qi frowned, wishing he could silence Meng Tingmo.

Yun ruo gently massaged his forehead as if agreeing with him, then walked to the window, keeping just the right distance—Han Qi could hear her, Meng Tingmo could not.

“It’s me,” Yun ruo said, speaking before Meng Tingmo could. “Are you really ready to say what you want?”

Meng Tingmo froze. Of course, he thought he was ready. He knew he had misunderstood Yun ruo before; he wanted to apologize, to earn her forgiveness, to return to the past…

But no.

It was impossible to go back.

He felt a heavy weight in his chest, unable to breathe. Yun ruo had already made it clear—there was no future with him, and she would not return.

Everything was his delusion.

Realizing the truth, Meng Tingmo understood why Yun ruo had given up on him.

“Ah, Ruo…” His voice trembled.

Yun ruo ignored him. “You said you know now. Jiang Yufei told you, right?”

Meng Tingmo: “Yes.”

Yun ruo: “Can you understand why I was so hurt before?”

Meng Tingmo: “…Yes.”

Yun ruo: “Since you can, what exactly do you want to say?”

Once again, Meng Tingmo was silent.

The living room was uncurtained. Yun ruo looked out at the night, recalling bits and pieces of their three years of marriage. She knew Meng Tingmo had genuine feelings for her.

No matter how much, it was enough.

“Do you love me?”

“I do!” Meng Tingmo responded quickly.

Yun ruo curved her lips: “If you truly love me, would you ask me to return to your side?”

The Meng Tingmo from before was A; the one now, aware of the truth, was B. B, engulfed in guilt and regret, facing a Yun ruo who had moved on, would he let her forgive A?

B knew very well that A had once hurt Yun ruo deeply.

If even he couldn’t forgive his past self, how could he ask Yun ruo to?

Meng Tingmo suddenly understood her intention.

“Ah, Ruo.” His voice trembled.

Yun ruo ignored him. “If you truly loved me, you would understand how heartbroken and desperate I was. Rebuilding myself from the fragments took enormous effort.”

“I’ve barely managed to move on. I will never fall into the same pit twice. Do you understand how resolute I am?”

“Let me go. Consider it your final act of love for me.”

With that, Yun ruo hung up.

She had given Meng Tingmo her final dignity.

Footsteps approached. Han Qi came up from behind and hugged her: “You want Meng Tingmo to give up on you?”

Yun ruo nodded.

“What if he still doesn’t?” After all, Meng Tingmo had been persistent for a long time.

Yun ruo smiled: “If he still doesn’t, it only proves he’s shameless. You can help me teach him a lesson.”

Han Qi caressed her face: “Could you bear it?”

Yun ruo fulfilled her promise, kissing the corner of his mouth: “I wouldn’t bear it if he punished you.”

Han Qi chuckled: “Always sweet-talking me.” Yet even if it were flattery, he savored it.

The curtains were drawn, and Han Qi carried Yun ruo back to the sofa. The sound of water ran again, mixed with their gradually heavier breathing. The phone slipped from the sofa, hitting the floor with a “thud,” startling them.

Tonight, neither would sleep well.

At Meng’s residence, Meng Tingmo drank alone on the balcony all night.

By dawn, he finally sobered up, realizing he no longer had the right to stand by Yun ruo’s side.

There was no need for Yun ruo to forgive him.

He could not even forgive himself. If he were Yun ruo, he would have stayed far away from a scumbag.

With Meng Tingmo out of the way, Yun ruo’s life became much quieter.

She complained to the system: “If only I had told him the truth earlier, he would have stopped. I should have told him.”

There was no need to drag it out. She had only thought that revealing the truth would make Meng Tingmo pursue her even more.

“However, perhaps the long initial struggle prepared him psychologically, so now he can let go easily,” the system agreed.

【If you had told him the truth at the start, he would have gone crazy and dragged you back anyway.】

“Perfect timing now,” Yun ruo said, checking the affection meter. Her decisive rejection of Meng Tingmo gave Han Qi a sense of security. Now, only Han Qi was in her life. His affection reached 90%.

Security?

Yun ruo pondered.

Knock knock. Someone tapped on the desk. Han Qi stood at the door: “Miss Yun, finished work?”

Yun ruo snapped out of her thoughts, grabbed her car keys, ready to leave—she had an early shift today.

Han Qi suggested they try a newly opened restaurant: “Last time, you didn’t buy much clothing. After dinner, we can go shopping.”

Yun ruo: “Is it really off work time?”

Han Qi, helpless: “I have a personal life too, Miss Yun. I can’t have my assistant follow me every day. Occasionally, I give my assistant some time off.”

“Just because you happen to be my assistant.”

“Fine, then, you’re off work.”

Yun ruo handed her keys to Han Qi: “You drive.”

Han Qi guided her into the elevator: “Of course.”

They took the elevator to the underground parking, avoiding everyone. They got into the car and headed straight to the restaurant, discussing recent plans along the way.

“In a couple of days, there’s a private banquet with some of our collaborators. I’ll need your help to prepare in advance.”

Yun ruo agreed. Work was her responsibility.

“It shouldn’t be too busy after that. I’ll give you a holiday at the end of the month, so you can enjoy a few days off.”

“Holiday?” Yun ruo’s eyes lit up. She sensed Han Qi’s generosity.

Han Qi glanced ahead: “I cherish you.”

Yun ruo returned the sentiment: “Always sweet-talking me.”

They chatted a bit before falling silent. Yun ruo’s gaze wandered outside; she knew Han Qi’s meaning.

The end of the month—she knew the date better than anyone.

During peak hours, Han Qi had booked a table in advance. He held Yun ruo’s right hand as they followed the server to the private room.

The restaurant had a vintage design, evoking a feeling of traveling through time. As Yun ruo admired the decor, a door opened.

Yun Jia stepped out.

“Sis.” Seeing Yun ruo, Yun Jia smiled. Since Yun ruo started working, they hadn’t met much. Yun Jia had been longing for this moment.

But his gaze shifted to their intertwined hands.

He had heard rumors about Yun ruo and Han Qi. He had assumed it was false. His sister was just close to Han Qi because she worked at his company. How could she be genuinely together with Han Qi?

In his mind, Yun ruo was still entangled with Meng Tingmo.

“Sis, you two…?”

Han Qi subtly glanced at Yun ruo.

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