When the Male Lead Finds Out I’m the Transmigrator Trying to Win Him Over - Chapter 50

Only 5% of affection remained.

Yun ruo couldn’t quite tell whether she wanted to stay a bit longer or rush home. Initially, she had prepared for another five-year plan. Yet, not even a year had passed.

However, these “weak” thoughts were purely emotional distractions. Yun ruo shoved this part of her feelings into a corner of her mind—she wouldn’t think about it or dwell on it. Her immediate priority was completing her mission.

Meeting Yunjia was unexpected. Yun ruo had only told He Xitong that she planned to pursue Han Qi. At present, only He Xitong and Meng Tingmo knew the truth from back then. It seemed everyone else had forgotten Yunjia.

Yunjia still believed Yun ruo possessed the wealth-acquiring system, yet he couldn’t forget the kindness Yunruo had shown him, so he willingly “earned money” for her.

He would become wealthy. Yun ruo could have taken the money if she wanted, as long as he was still treated like a little brother.

Unfortunately, things didn’t go as planned. Yun ruo returned home without asking him for money, and their relationship grew increasingly distant.

Yun ruo reflected on her relationship with Yunjia. She felt this was the best arrangement: since she couldn’t return to the past, she would gradually retreat from Yunjia’s world and slowly let go of him.

That was why Yun ruo hadn’t discussed anything about herself with Yunjia for a long time.

Rumors about her and Han Qi spread widely, but because they hadn’t publicly confirmed their relationship—still dragging things along like “player and player” (well, mostly her fault)—it remained just gossip until concrete evidence appeared.

Yunjia, however, didn’t believe the gossip. The circle was full of rumor-mongers, looking for topics to discuss. He wouldn’t confront Yun ruo like last time after a dream. Moreover, he had witnessed Yunruo’s entire pursuit of Meng Tingmo and knew how much she had loved him.

How could she get involved with Meng Tingmo’s friend Han Qi? It made no sense.

Yet now… Yunjia blinked and confirmed Yun ruo was holding Han Qi’s hand.

Could friends really be that intimate?

“Sis… you two?”

Han Qi naturally looked at Yun ruo. The decision always rested with her, and this was something Yun ruo needed to explain. He also wanted to see how she would respond; after all, Yunjia was her only family.

Faced with both men’s gazes, Yun ruo didn’t first think of embarrassment or avoidance; instead, she felt “safety.”

Han Qi lacked a sense of security—or rather, he wanted something that belonged completely to him.

Yun ruo hesitated, then pulled her hand away from Han Qi.

He was momentarily stunned, and Yun ruo said, “We came here to eat. You came with your friends?”

She avoided Yunjia’s question entirely.

Han Qi’s heart sank—Yun ruo didn’t want to introduce him to Yunjia? Was their relationship still not stable enough in her mind?

Although she had agreed to accompany him to the dinner, she recalled the last banquet. Yun ruo had said nothing, and together they had subtly brushed off those looking for drama.

They were close, yet not necessarily a couple.

Han Qi withdrew his hand.

Yun ruo had already exchanged pleasantries with Yunjia, who introduced her as being with university friends who were also business partners: “Come join us, sis.”

If she refused, she would have had to dine alone with Han Qi, which would be awkward. Yun ruo looked at Han Qi, eyes asking for confirmation.

He smiled, “Alright.”

Thus, their dinner became a group interaction. Han Qi frequently appeared on financial news, and all of Yunjia’s friends recognized him. No introduction was needed, making him the center of attention.

Yunruo happily stayed in the background.

[He’s upset.]

“Is that so?” Yun ruo studied Han Qi’s expression. He seemed casual, but his eyes were like a layer of ice; no one’s words could truly make him smile.

She touched her chest, vaguely feeling a prickling pain, but quickly pushed the emotion aside.

She hoped she hadn’t made the wrong move.

The meal lasted until nearly nine. Yun ruo and Han Qi hadn’t spoken much. When paying, Han Qi had already settled the bill. Yunjia offered to treat her next time, feeling awkward as he had merely wanted to spend a bit more time with Yun ruo without seeming to take advantage of Han Qi.

After everyone left, Yunjia walked away, leaving Yun ruo and Han Qi alone. The car had already arrived. Han Qi asked her into the car—they were going home.

The drive was silent. Once home, a few casual words were exchanged before they went to their rooms. It had never been this awkward before.

[You’ll have to live like this for a while.]

Yun ruo said maybe. Han Qi was mature; tonight he was just caught off guard. He would soon adjust. This was true.

The next day at work, Han Qi returned to his usual confident self, as if nothing had happened. Yun ruo happily cooperated, letting the rift remain between them.

Soon it was time for Han Qi’s private dinner. Yun ruo left early to the hotel to check the private room setup and taste the dishes. Tonight’s guests were all people with close business ties to Han Qi—everything had to go perfectly.

The dinner was scheduled for 6:30 PM. Han Qi arrived at six. Yun ruo showed him the menu; he added a few dishes, all her favorites.

Yun ruo followed behind him, welcoming guests.

Han Qi invited five people, some with female companions. Seeing Yun ruo by his side, they assumed she was his companion.

One person greeted her: “You’re lucky. I heard Han Qi never had a woman by his side—didn’t expect you to get him.”

Yun ruo smiled faintly: “I’m Han Qi’s assistant, helping with tonight’s dinner.”

The person’s expression shifted subtly: “Just an assistant?”

Han Qi had previously only employed male assistants.

Yun ruo replied ambiguously: “What do you think?”

The person didn’t press further.

Han Qi turned his attention back to other conversations.

After the dinner, they called a driver home. Han Qi had drunk a lot; Yun ruo wasn’t sure if he was tipsy and didn’t say much. She assumed the night would end like this.

But upon entering, Han Qi grabbed her wrist. Yun ruo realized he wasn’t drunk.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, pointing to the kitchen. “Feeling sick? I’ll make honey water.”

Han Qi closed the door, leaning against it without moving.

Yun ruo nudged his shoes: “Can you still walk? Can you change your shoes?”

Her playful actions contrasted with the tense atmosphere.

Han Qi lifted his eyes: “What if I can’t?”

Yun ruo changed her shoes: “Then you’ll just have to make do in the hallway—I can’t carry you.”

His room was upstairs; she couldn’t princess-carry her 100+ kg boss.

A relaxed conversation—without prior events, Han Qi would have likely lingered, teasing her.

Now, he only leaned against the door, staring. The meter of distance between them stretched: “If you’re an assistant, even if it’s difficult, you have to take the drunk boss to his room.”

He was implying the role she had claimed tonight: just an assistant.

Yun ruo raised an eyebrow: he was hinting at the identity she’d presented to others.

She nodded: “You’re right. I should’ve had the driver help before leaving.”

She reached out to support him: “Now it’s just me. You’ll have to hang on a bit—I’ll help you upstairs, then you can collapse in your room.”

Han Qi’s gaze fell on her arm, and the distance between them felt close again.

“Why did it change suddenly?”

Yun ruo: “Hmm?”

Han Qi pulled her closer until she bumped into him: “You suddenly drifted away.”

Earlier at the dinner, the boundary wasn’t so clear, even after she severed ties with Meng Tingmo in front of him.

Yun ruo pretended to think, then: “Ah, you mean tonight? I said I was your assistant?”

She smiled gently, her tone like coaxing a child: “So you minded that? I just separated work and personal life. Didn’t I always do that? You asked for a driver every day, and I said it was my job, how could I give it to the driver?”

“Tonight’s a work dinner; naturally, I’m your assistant. You, as the boss, assigned this task to me.”

She was completely logical, leaving no room for objection.

Han Qi lowered his head, forehead against hers: “Just that?”

Yun ruo: “Of course.”

Han Qi: “If it weren’t a work dinner? If tonight’s guests were my friends?”

Yun ruo answered naturally: “Then I’d be your friend.”

Han Qi fell silent.

Yun ruo handed him the pot: “Han Qi, I’m the pursuer. If you don’t say yes, I’m a friend all day.”

She never had a problem with the matter, in the end.

Han Qi smirked and released her slightly: “So, when Yunjia asked about us, you thought the same?”

“Yeah.” Yun ruo held his arm again, remembering she had to get him upstairs: “Waiting for your answer.”

She couldn’t lift him, looking at him puzzled.

Han Qi’s gaze deepened, as if trying to see through her: “Alright.”

Two words, abrupt, left Yun ruo stunned.

Han Qi clarified: “You said you were waiting for my answer. My answer is ‘alright.’”

— I want to pursue you, to be with you.

— Alright.

Yun ruo froze for a long while.

Apparently, she had really stirred Han Qi.

A smile gradually appeared on her face: “You agreed?”

Han Qi: “Mm,” then asked: “Now, if others ask about us, what will you say?”

“Depends,” Yun ruo moved back beside him, voice lower: “Work matters? Still an assistant.”

“But if Yunjia asks again, I’ll tell him we’re a couple.”

A boyfriend-girlfriend relationship.

Han Qi’s heart skipped heavily.

In truth, their relationship was still tangled. Though Yun ruo pursued him, it was Han Qi who bent down.

They were officially together, yet somehow the expected joy didn’t come.

Han Qi followed her upstairs. Soon, Yun ruo brought him herbal tea. After drinking, he even received a kiss from her.

A reward for being obedient.

Han Qi froze briefly, then scolded himself for overthinking.

He had long decided: whatever Yun ruo wanted, he would comply. As long as she stayed by his side.

He returned to his usual self, letting go of prior grievances.

Yun ruo set the empty bowl down and left Han Qi’s room.

She lingered on the stairs for a long time. The system asked if she was reluctant to part.

She shook her head.

She didn’t know if it was because being the “bad person” was hard, or because hurting Han Qi, the “bad person who hurts someone else’s feelings,” was hard.

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