When the Male Lead Finds Out I’m the Transmigrator Trying to Win Him Over - Chapter 56

When He Xitong arrived, Yun ruo was sitting silently with Jiang Yueying. Jiang Yueying’s face was full of disbelief, mixed with some resentment and confusion. He Xitong, knowing what kind of person Jiang Yueying was, patted her on the shoulder: “What are you two talking about, being so heartfelt?”

Jiang Yueying shivered slightly, and saw He Xitong leaning with both hands on the back of the sofa, smiling at her.

“Tell me too.”

Jiang Yueying shook her head. Yun ruo, unfamiliar with business affairs, could still deceive a little, but He Xitong herself had been around the business world long enough to know such things were jokes. She said, “Nothing, just chatting about the past. You two continue, I’ll go over there for a bit.”

She hurriedly got up to leave, but couldn’t help turning back to glance at Yun ruo once more.

Why would Yun ruo actively pursue Han Qi? She couldn’t understand it.

After Jiang Yueying left, He Xitong sat down on the sofa. “What’s wrong with her?”

Yun ruo looked around. With so many people nearby, she didn’t elaborate. After chatting casually for a while, she stood and pressed her neck. “Massage? My shoulders and neck have been hurting a lot lately, and my legs too.”

He Xitong nodded. Yun ruo then looked for Han Qi, her gaze sweeping the area, finally landing on him near the balcony corner. He happened to be looking at her.

She slightly arched her eyebrows and pointed toward the exit, signaling she wanted to go out.

Han Qi nodded.

Yun ruo took He Xitong out the door. He Xitong, recalling the earlier scene, stomped her foot in exasperation: “Ugh, how sweet.”

Yun ruo blinked. ?

It was just a glance—how was that sweet?

“You don’t understand, it’s the atmosphere,” He Xitong said, pointing to her head. “People’s brains love to imagine things.”

Yun ruo didn’t argue with He Xitong.

They took the elevator to the third floor and arrived at the massage room, choosing a room and lying down. He Xitong immediately asked about Jiang Yueying: “What nonsense did she say this time?”

Yun ruo smiled, realizing Jiang Yueying was known for talking nonsense.

The club’s staff were all professionally trained: while working, they were selectively deaf, and off-duty, their mouths were locked—they wouldn’t say a word that could be traced back. If caught, the main players and Wen Shao wouldn’t let it slide.

Lying face down on the bed, Yun ruo whispered: “She said Han Qi is despicable and shameless, jealous of Meng Tingmo, and deliberately took me away.”

He Xitong laughed outright: “How does she always say such ridiculous things?”

Yun ruo blinked. Her concern wasn’t that. “Xitong, does Han Qi have a bad reputation outside?”

She had never noticed.

“Bad? Not really, everyone’s the same,” He Xitong replied casually. She’d been criticized before herself. “When he was starting out, a lot of people tried to trip him up and slandered him behind his back. But he got through it—especially now, it’s nothing.”

“Those who talk, they’d only dare do it behind his back.”

Yun ruo stared blankly at the pillow. “It hasn’t been easy for him all these years.”

Meng Tingmo and He Xitong both belonged to family businesses, always given some advantage since childhood. Han Qi, however, had fought his way up alone.

“He’s had it tough,” He Xitong sighed. “We’ve always been in the same circle. Outsiders’ words don’t matter to us, and before… when you and Meng Tingmo were together, he even told people not to say nonsense in front of you, so you wouldn’t worry.”

What reached Yun ruo’s ears was filtered. In her eyes, the world was peaceful.

The massage therapist applied some pressure. Yun ruo lowered her eyes, feeling complicated.

No wonder she had been so fragile before. Constant protection makes growth difficult.

[The system also thought Yun ruo was enlightened—hearing He Xitong’s words, she first considered not Meng Tingmo’s kindness, but the fact that being spoiled could hinder her development.]

“So?” He Xitong, not hearing Yunruo’s response, teased a bit: “Feeling for Han Qi?”

Yun ruo thought for a moment: “A little.”

You only feel concern when there’s affection.

He Xitong clicked her tongue, slightly worried Yun ruo might get hurt again. “Men… emotions always get intense. The most important thing is to stay clear-headed.”

She had been too subtle, even unsure of what she was saying herself.

Yun ruo understood. “Thank you, Xitong.”

She had never met a friend like He Xitong in her world.

He Xitong was special.

Over an hour after the massage, Wen Shao sent a message in the group letting everyone relax. Each entertainment venue had people around.

He Xitong took Yun ruo skiing. Like ball games, Yun ruo could ski a little—enough to put on the gear and start moving, but not balance herself.

He Xitong offered to find someone to teach her, but Yun ruo refused. “Go have fun yourself. When you’re done, we’ll return together.”

She sat alone, watching the artificial snow outside. Despite being man-made, it was still magical and refreshing.

“Feeling a bit sentimental,” Yun ruo complained to the system, thinking over trivial things.

[Now’s not the time for sentimentality.]

[Once you reach 95%, you can be sentimental.]

The system was obsessed with 95%, buzzing wherever it went, practically wanting to rename itself “95.”

“I know,” Yun ruo laughed and drank hot tea. She reassured the system: “I’ll succeed.”

Han Qi sent a message asking where she was. She replied, “Ski slope.” He said he was upstairs in the meeting room and to call if needed.

What could go wrong? She replied, “Okay.”

After He Xitong finished playing, they returned.

The club was reserved for the day, few people around, occasional staff moving through. Yunruo felt completely relaxed after the massage. He Xitong, also in a light mood, chatted and laughed as they walked down the hallway.

They headed to the meeting room where they were supposed to have dinner.

The hallway was quiet. Yun ruo guessed most people had gone out. Upstairs, Han Qi and others were discussing matters, but she wasn’t sure if the meeting room was occupied.

As long as it wasn’t Meng Tingmo, she recalled the awkwardness from before.

Before approaching, they heard voices, so Yun ruo slowed her steps, wanting to listen. Suddenly, the voices grew louder:

“Han Qi? What’s he got? You give him some credit and he thinks he’s all that. It’s just that I don’t want to argue with him!”

Yun ruo and He Xitong froze.

There was clearly more than one person inside.

“That’s right. That Hanglang project—if he hadn’t begged Meng Tingmo to let him join, would he have this position?”

“He only got there thanks to others.”

Hearing this, Yun ruo closed her eyes. “Hanglang” was the project Han Qi became famous for. He led it and invited Meng Tingmo, Feng You, and others to collaborate—but to them, it became that he begged to join.

“Wasn’t he the one who led it?”

“What? You know Meng Tingmo’s crowd—they’re loyal. If they pulled him in, they’d give him recognition. I think they’re just pretending to not know.”

He Xitong rolled her eyes. Do you even hear yourself? Saying this in the business world is ridiculous.

“Meng Tingmo was so good to him, and he still stole Meng Tingmo’s wife—what a scumbag.”

“Probably an orphan too, never did good deeds in past life, hahahaha.”

The conversation got worse, with laughter following.

“Stop, Yun ruo said she chased Han Qi! What a crazy brain—why not someone else?”

“Han Qi’s doomed! Karma will get her!”

“Idiot!” He Xitong swore, unable to contain herself, and stormed into the meeting room. “You lot, stop spewing crap here!”

The room went silent.

Jiang Yueying was among them. Seeing He Xitong enter, she looked uneasy. Seeing Yun ruo behind her, she covered her face.

Yun ruo stood on the step. Five people were in the room—Jiang, Zeng, Jin… all had competed with Han Qi but lost.

A gathering of failed people’s fantasies.

“He Xitong? Yun ruo?” Zeng Xuan was shocked, face changing, finally forcing himself to continue: “We didn’t say much, just the truth.”

“Yes, Yun ruo,” Jiang Yueying joined, “I think you should break up with Han Qi. Nothing good will come from being with him. Han Qi’s ruthless, who knows what he might do to you…”

Others nodded in agreement. “Yes, Yun ruo. We’re thinking of your good. Meng Tingmo cares for you, isn’t he better? You should go back to him.”

“Yes, you even have a son. Will you abandon him?”

“Han Qi’s no good. An orphan, raised alone, has psychological issues. Look at what he does—enough said.”

The people inside wanted to convince Yun ruo. In the hallway, Han Qi quietly stood by.

The few behind him hesitated, just following after finishing something, unaware they would run into this.

Only Zeng Xuan and a few others could be dealt with. He Qi could handle them.

But Yun ruo was here…

They exchanged glances, unwilling to speak.

Inside, Jiang Yueying continued, trying to persuade Yun ruo: “So many men in the world. Why stick with Han Qi? Just choose someone else. If you don’t know how to talk to Meng Tingmo, I’ll help. A day as husband and wife is a hundred days of grace, Meng Tingmo—”

“I won’t switch,” Yun ruo interrupted, voice low, calm expression, hiding her true emotions.

“You won’t switch?” Jiang Yueying repeated.

Yun ruo looked at her, face expressionless: “Why switch? Han Qi is the best to me. He’s the best, I only want him.”

The people in the hallway froze.

Someone peeked at Han Qi’s expression. He pressed them back when they tried to joke. A glance to the side saw a few more people arriving.

They froze. Meng Tingmo was among them.

Whoa… what’s going on? Han Qi and Meng Tingmo facing off again.

He tapped Han Qi on the shoulder: “Brother, look behind, the rival is here.”

But Han Qi’s mind was on Yun ruo, not anyone else.

Inside, Zeng Xuan frowned immediately. Why? Why does she like Han Qi so much?

He rose and faced Yun ruo: “Is Han Qi really that good? Don’t let him fool you! He’s not better than Meng Tingmo!”

“He is good,” Yun ruo tugged at the corner of her mouth, repeating calmly: “He is good.”

“Better than Meng Tingmo, better than everyone. I chased him, no one forced me, and he didn’t manipulate me. I’m willing.”

She said it from her heart, not a shred of pretense.

Han Qi is simply the best.

[Ding~ Current goal affection level: 94%]

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