When the Male Lead Finds Out I’m the Transmigrator Trying to Win Him Over - Chapter 51

What changes after becoming a couple?

Apparently, none.

Both were busy with work and overtime. After getting home, there was only a little time to spend together. Work was already exhausting, so neither had the energy for frivolous things. Mostly, they just lounged on the sofa and talked.

Of course, Yun ruo admitted that it was mainly her who didn’t have the energy for anything extra; Han Qi had always respected her.

Time quickly reached the end of the month. Han Qi said he would give Yun ruo three days off: “You haven’t had a break for a long time. Now you can rest properly.”

Yun ruo thought for a moment: “But if I take these days off, I won’t see you for several days.”

Han Qi: ?

Yun ruo said she hadn’t seen He Xitong in a long time and planned to stay at her place for two days: “How about this…”

Leaning over Han Qi to look at the computer on the desk, her hair brushed against his ear. The screen showed the date: “I’ll go see Xitong on the 28th and 29th, and return on the 30th. But the 30th is still Fei Han’s birthday…”

She asked frankly, not letting the 30th of five years ago cross her mind at all.

Han Qi touched the ear that had been brushed, feeling a slight tickle. He simply reached out and lifted Yun ruo onto his lap: “You’ll be able to see better this way.”

He was tall, and Yun ruo completely sank into his embrace.

“What are you doing? We’re at the office,” Yun ruo grabbed her hair, trying to say she had already seen the date.

Han Qi held her close, pointing at the bottom right corner of the screen: “It’s one o’clock—lunch break.”

“What if someone comes in…”

Han Qi chuckled: “I’m just holding my girlfriend; it’s not illegal.”

And without his permission, who would dare push the door open?

Yun ruo smiled: “Remember when Vice President Liu barged in before? That was the only time.”

Han Qi thought for a moment and recalled who Vice President Liu was. He nodded solemnly: “Yes.”

“But that was just once.”

He’s now the former Vice President Liu.

Han Qi hadn’t seen him for months.

So in conclusion, Yun ruo didn’t need to worry, and there was no reason to leave.

The system, clever as ever, logged off at this moment. It had finally let Han Qi have some private time with Yun ruo—of course, it wouldn’t let her leave.

This embrace lasted until the afternoon work hours. After confirming the leave dates, Yun ruo left the office. Her vacation would begin tomorrow, but some tasks needed to be handed over first.

That evening, Yun ruo began packing.

Han Qi couldn’t understand—or perhaps was a little anxious—why she needed to bring so many things just for two days at He Xitong’s place.

He grasped her hands: “Yun ruo, you’re coming back after two days, right?”

Yun ruo was puzzled: “Of course I’ll come back.”

“Then why bring so much stuff?”

“Women pack like this when they go out.”

Han Qi pursed his lips, silent, his eyes fixed on the luggage at her feet. Yun ruo laughed:

“Han Qi, do you have separation anxiety?”

Han Qi narrowed his eyes.

Yun ruo leaned in and kissed him: “I promise I’ll be back on the 30th.”

The 30th. Han Qi released her hands.

“Okay, I’ll clear my schedule for that day.”

That was settled.

The next day after work, Han Qi went home alone.

The house felt empty. He stood at the door for a while before entering. He smiled wryly—he had lived alone for thirty years, and yet, now, it felt unfamiliar.

Closing the door behind him, he went to the kitchen to make some food. He could cook, though rarely did.

His skills were average; he hadn’t made anything for Yun ruo to taste yet.

After trying a bite, he shook his head. He didn’t offer it to Yun ruo. She had eaten many good dishes before; his cooking could be considered almost inedible by comparison.

Everything reminded him of Yun ruo.

Han Qi sighed. He finished his meal, washed the dishes, and after freshening up, sent Yun ruo a message: “How was your day?”

He Xitong saw the message and said it felt like an old-fashioned style:

“Nowadays, young people don’t chat like this. Wait… I guess I’m not young either. Great, I just dissed myself.”

Yun ruo was sleeping at He Xitong’s, both lying in bed: “He’s not smooth-talking.”

“Already starting to protect him?” He Xitong squeezed close: “So, where are you two at now?”

“Pretty good,” Yun ruo didn’t know how to explain. She hadn’t told He Xitong she was going home, but she believed He Xitong could guess.

Five years ago, when she had the accident, the system had come to save her and briefly explained the situation to He Xitong. Later, she had gone back and explained everything again, so He Xitong knew she was doing missions to get the “final grand prize.”

What the “grand prize” was—well, with so many time-travel novels around, just reading two would give you a general idea.

All they could talk about now was Yun ruo’s interactions with Han Qi: “I told Han Qi from the start that I was pursuing him for personal gain. He accepted, so things have been quite relaxed.”

He Xitong took on a questioning tone: “Seems he likes you too. What’s your plan afterward?”

“Just be with Han Qi?”

“Yes, we’re together now, but… maybe we can’t be together forever.” Yun ruo corrected.

He Xitong hesitated, not daring to ask the most pressing question. She could only hold Yunruo’s arm tightly: “As long as you’re happy.”

Her mind, however, was racing—if they couldn’t be together forever, could they still be lifelong friends?

Yun ruo replied to Han Qi: “Pretty good. Tomorrow, Xitong has time, and we plan to go hiking in the suburbs.”

Han Qi quickly responded, seemingly glued to his phone. They hadn’t seen each other for just one day, yet he had so much to say.

Yun ruo said she needed rest.

Since becoming Han Qi’s assistant, her sleep had been far from sufficient. Han Qi didn’t disturb her, letting her catch up on rest.

Another lonely day passed.

The assistant chat group was lively:

• “What’s up with Han Qi? Seems a little lost.”
• “Because Yun ruo’s not here?”
• “She used to take vacations, but he never looked like this.”
• “Does that mean even a cold, bossy guy like him can feel sad after a fight?”
• “Better pray he doesn’t take it out on assistants. Don’t you see dramas? The domineering CEO gets moody after arguing with the heroine.”
• “Yeah, like never letting assistants rest and scolding them for no reason.”
• “…Don’t ruin Han Qi’s reputation.”

With Yun ruo absent, Han Qi went to the pantry to pour himself coffee and happened to bump into Assistant Liu, who coughed: “Ah, feels like something’s missing without Yun ruo here.”

Han Qi glanced at her and left: “Yes.”

Assistant Liu: Heart officially melted!

But it was only two days. Returning to the office, Han Qi comforted himself—he’d see Yun ruo tomorrow. There was still work to do, so he planned to work overtime tonight.

At nine in the evening, he received a message from Yun ruo: “Xitong sprained her ankle. I need to take care of her. We’ll go to Meng Residence tomorrow noon, so I might not return until the afternoon.”

Han Qi: …

He had hoped Yun ruo would return tonight.

What’s going on with He Xitong?

“Okay, take care of yourself. I’ll come pick you up tomorrow afternoon.”

After a long while, Yun ruo replied: “No need. I can come back on my own. Are you taking the day off or going to work?”

He had originally planned to take leave to be with Yun ruo, but since she would return in the afternoon, he had to go to work: “I’ll handle some things at the office first. Can rest in the afternoon.”

Yun ruo just replied: “Okay.”

Han Qi put down his phone, recalling Yun ruo’s words about “separation anxiety.” Him?

Impossible.

Han Qi turned over in bed.

On the 30th, Yun ruo received a message from Yun Jia, asking if she was available for a gathering. Considering He Xitong’s subtle inquiries earlier, she guessed they were worried she might be upset today.

Honestly, today wasn’t special.

Five years ago, an accident caused complications in childbirth. Both she and the child had suffered, but in the end, mother and child were safe. There was nothing to dwell on.

Moreover, it was Fei Han’s birthday.

Yun ruo had prepared a gift. She would go to the Meng Residence at noon to celebrate Fei Han’s birthday, have lunch, and then leave. In the afternoon, she planned to learn two new dishes from a master chef and then have dinner with Han Qi in the evening.

“Why are you cooking for him?” He Xitong protested.

Yun ruo said it had nothing to do with Han Qi: “Just me. Besides it’s Fei Han’s birthday, nothing else. Cooking for dinner with Han Qi is fine.”

He Xitong fell silent. By eleven, he had seen her off.

He Xitong’s sprained ankle wasn’t serious; after two days of rest, it would heal. He usually went to the Meng Residence for Fei Han’s birthday. This year, Yun ruo was there, so it was fine.

This was the first birthday she celebrated with Fei Han—and the last.

“Shall we take a photo together?”

Fei Han ran to get the camera.

The group photo, usually taken last, was snapped first. Both mother and son laughed openly, their similar features visible.

One photo captured the sofa behind them. Meng Tingmo watched from a distance, his gaze fixed solely on them.

Yun ruo pretended not to see him.

She stayed at the Meng Residence, playing with Fei Han until four in the afternoon. Her return was delayed. Han Qi had wanted to leave work at noon, but ended up working all day.

At least he thought he could have dinner with her later.

By six, Han Qi left the office as the sky darkened.

Yun ruo had only said she wanted to spend a little more time with Fei Han. He could understand and hadn’t urged her or sent messages.

He got into his car and called Yun ruo, planning to pick her up, but the phone rang and rang.

At first, he thought she was too absorbed to hear it. Two more attempts yielded no answer.

Han Qi parked by the roadside.

A faint anxiety spread through his chest. He remembered how desperate he had been outside the operating room five years ago. For over four years, he had not seen Yun ruo.

Had something happened to Yun ruo?

The thought barely arose before he suppressed it. No, nothing could happen to her. She had been fine these past few days. But… something seemed off. They hadn’t chatted much, and Yun ruo seemed reluctant to talk.

Bang! Han Qi slammed the steering wheel.

Fourth attempt to call Yun ruo.

“…We’re sorry, the number you dialed is currently unavailable…”

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