When the Male Lead Finds Out I’m the Transmigrator Trying to Win Him Over - Chapter 59

Yes, people who truly want to leave cannot be held back by anything.

He Xitong didn’t have time to meet, so Yun ruo went straight to He Xitong’s company and waited there through lunch. After the holiday, she wouldn’t appear in front of these people again.

He Xitong was surprised by Yunruo’s arrival. Yun ruo would never disturb her while she was busy at work unless it was something very important.

He Xitong guessed what was going on.

“Don’t speak yet.” Seeing Yun ruo about to open her mouth, He Xitong waved her hand. She had already lost her appetite, covering her face with her hands and staying silent for a while before finally lowering them.

“Ah-ruo, is what you’re about to say good news or bad news?”

Yun ruo pursed her lips. To He Xitong, this probably meant bad news.

When she remained silent, He Xitong understood.

“You’re going to…” He Xitong tried several times before managing to ask, “You’re leaving, aren’t you?”

Yun ruo nodded. They had arrived late, and the private room was fully booked, so they had to sit in the main hall. Amid the surrounding noise, they were silent.

“Ah-ruo,” He Xitong called once, but didn’t know what else to say. She personally didn’t want Yun ruo to leave, yet had no reason to stop her.

Yun ruo had stayed before, and the result had been disastrous.

She had also been one of the straws that broke Yunruo’s back.

“Ah-ruo,” she called again, finally forcing a smile, “Then you must take care of yourself in the future.”

If going back would give Yun ruo a better life than staying here, then she should go. He Xitong genuinely wished her well.

Yun ruo handed He Xitong a tissue: “Of course I will take care of myself. You do the same.”

Words that could easily be said to Yun Jia were impossible to say to He Xitong—she was her best friend, even now.

And the same went for He Xitong.

Because they were best friends, they sincerely hoped Yun ruo would have a good life, so they didn’t try to stop her.

Both of them had many things they wanted to say, but in the end, they chose to skip over them.

The last meal together should be a relaxed one.

Yun ruo spoke about her future plans: “I’m going to study hard, and like you, become a big boss someday.”

“Good, then I need to work hard too,” He Xitong boasted, “Can’t let you surpass me too quickly, or I’ll lose face.”

Yun ruo laughed aloud: “Then let’s move forward in our own worlds together.”

Separate, yet together.

Neither together nor apart.

He Xitong raised her glass and resolutely said, “Okay.”

“May our futures be smooth.”

Their glasses clinked gently. The sound of glass echoed like the clap of a film slate.

—Bang.

—Cut.

After seeing He Xitong, Yun ruo found time to go to the Meng residence.

Tomorrow was New Year’s Eve, and the Meng household would have many visitors paying their respects. Previously, Yun ruo would help host them, but now it had nothing to do with her.

She joked with the system: “I’m so busy, just like working.”

System: [Resignation countdown: 9 days]

Yun ruo: …

Alright, no more joking.

There were many people, so to avoid disturbing others, Yun ruo returned to the room with Meng Feihan. She looked at the small hand holding Meng Feihan’s, still so tiny—it would be a long time before he grew.

The lion plush sat on the pillow. She touched it: “Has Feihan talked to it?”

Meng Feihan nodded.

Yun ruo pulled him onto the carpet: “Can I listen?”

Meng Feihan thought for a moment, then said, “No.”

Yun ruo didn’t press. She had been like that as a child, having no one to share her thoughts with. Her only companion had been the flowers and plants in the mountains, confiding in them.

“What’s your New Year’s wish?” Yun ruo asked. She had completed her task; every 10% increase in affection granted a reward. Now she had accumulated nine. If Meng Feihan had a wish, she could use her rewards to make it come true.

Meng Feihan thought for a long time. He didn’t lack anything; whatever he wanted, even the stars in the sky, Meng Tingmo would find a way to give him.

But if he had a heartfelt wish…

“Mom,” he said obediently, sitting beside Yun ruo, “I hope you will be happy from now on, and never get hurt again.”

Yun ruo almost couldn’t hold back her tears.

“Why would you say that?”

Meng Feihan recalled seeing Meng Tingmo once sitting sadly on the balcony. When he asked why, Meng Tingmo had said:

“Dad said he hurt you, and you were very sad.”

Meng Tingmo had said it was his fault, which had kept Yun ruo from living with them. Meng Feihan only partially understood. Even though he was precocious, he was still a child and couldn’t comprehend his parents’ problems.

But it didn’t stop him from making his New Year’s wish: “So, Mom, please never encounter anything that makes you sad again.”

Yun ruo hugged him tightly. He was the only one in the world she couldn’t let go of; everyone else was mature and capable of starting over, but Meng Feihan was still too young, and his future was uncertain.

“Thank you, Feihan. Mom will be happy every day from now on, and so will you.”

Back when she decided to return, she joked with herself that following a novel’s plot, she’d return to slap someone or take revenge on a scumbag, forcing him to beg.

But what revenge could she take on Meng Tingmo?

Everything Meng Tingmo had now would eventually belong to Meng Feihan.

“Feihan,” she said in her heart, “according to our agreement, I’ll build a bridge with three wishes.”

A bridge belonging to Yun ruo and Meng Feihan. Yun ruo wished that even after she left, she could know of Meng Feihan’s situation. So she made a wish: “Whenever Meng Feihan thinks of me, he will dream of me that night.”

This wasn’t a supernatural or fantasy world. Yun ruo couldn’t travel back and forth, nor could she use a phone connecting two worlds.

The dream would be the bridge: if he thought of her, he would dream of her, and she would appear in her own world within the dream, able to accompany Meng Feihan.

The system said this wish wasn’t exactly difficult, but not simple either. It required linking two worlds with a personal connection. One reward wasn’t enough; it required two.

Yun ruo naturally agreed.

She also used two rewards to wish that Meng Feihan would be safe in case of danger.

[But why must he think of you to dream of you? If he never thinks of you, you’ll never see him.]

“I’m not a good mother,” she said.

She had abandoned her child for herself; she couldn’t fulfill the role by default.

She would never have another child; Meng Feihan was her only one.

“I’m not good enough, so he doesn’t need to remember me forever.”

When he no longer thinks of his mother, it means he has accepted her absence and has found someone else to confide in.

She should feel at ease.

“And besides, on the bright side, what if he remembers me forever?” Yun ruo wiped her tears. If Meng Feihan never forgets her, they could always meet in dreams, even when they were old.

Exiting Meng Feihan’s room, she closed the door and saw Meng Tingmo standing at the stairway.

They hadn’t spoken for a long time. Even when they met, it was awkward; last time at Wen Shao’s gathering, they had only exchanged greetings.

Meng Tingmo didn’t dare to speak.

Yun ruo walked over, noticing the tension in his eyes. She decided to take the initiative: “Meng Tingmo, thank you for last time.”

She was referring to the Wen Shao gathering, where Meng Tingmo had spoken for her with Han Qi.

“No need.” Meng Tingmo’s hoarse voice sounded, unusually calm. “I mean, it was my fault. I should have explained clearly.”

“There’s no need for ‘should’ or ‘shouldn’t.’” Yun ruo blinked. She had to leave. “By the way, I don’t hate you anymore.”

Meng Tingmo suddenly lifted his head.

Yun ruo smiled without explaining. “Feihan’s in your care from now on… and take care of yourself too.”

Without stopping, she passed by Meng Tingmo, not even brushing against him, keeping a clear distance.

Meng Tingmo understood this was a farewell.

No love, no hate—they truly became strangers from now on.

After a long pause, a single tear fell to the floor, instantly disappearing.

When Yun ruo returned home, Han Qi hadn’t come back yet. He had been busy with year-end banquets. She had finally taken some time off.

She felt a little guilty; with her leaving, Han Qi would have to hire someone new.

Yun ruo took out some Spring Festival decorations bought from the supermarket. Since she decided to stay for the holiday, of course, the house needed a festive atmosphere.

The couplets and other decorations could be put up tomorrow together with Han Qi.

When Han Qi returned home, Yun ruo was hanging lanterns. Getting down from the stool, she smelled him: “How much did you drink?”

“Not much,” Han Qi replied.

Yun ruo looked skeptical: “I don’t believe you.”

Han Qi had no choice and went upstairs to change. When he came down, Yun ruo handed him a cup of hot milk. He tilted his head and drank it all—it had been a long time since he had.

“Stomach upset?” Yun ruo asked.

“No.” Han Qi washed the bowls and sat with her for a while. He saw the decorations she bought: “Are you spending the New Year with me?”

Yun ruo sat cross-legged on the sofa: “Are you trying to send me away? You know I have nowhere else to go.”

“Of course not.” Han Qi quickly pulled her close. He thought that during a family reunion holiday, even if Yun ruo didn’t go to the Meng residence, she would visit Yun Jia, or at least He Xitong. He never expected she would stay here.

“I’m happy you’re staying.”

Han Qi was serious, and Yun ruo noticed. She hardly dared to meet his gaze, unsure how to explain her impending departure.

“This is the first time someone is spending New Year with me.” Han Qi embraced her; the home finally felt warm.

Yun ruo bit her lip.

She decided to leave after the holiday, at least to spend New Year with Han Qi, but each day leading to her departure made her increasingly sad.

She couldn’t act casually around Han Qi.

She was a deceiver, guilty of a great crime.

“Of course you should stay.” She buried her face in Han Qi’s arms. “Otherwise, how lonely would you be for New Year’s?”

“Feeling sorry for me?” Han Qi lifted her face. In these past few days, they hadn’t talked much.

Originally joking, but when he lifted her face, he noticed tears in her eyes. “Did you cry?”

“No,” Yun ruo blinked, holding back her tears. “You must be seeing things. Why would I cry?”

Han Qi gazed at her for a long time.

Seeing no tears, he hugged her again: “Good.”

“If anything happens, you must tell me. I’ll listen to whatever you say.”

Joking, Yun ruo said: “You promise to do whatever I say?”

Han Qi: “Mm.”

Yun ruo fell silent again.

Even the system didn’t know what to say. It thought: better a short pain than a long one.

They sat quietly for a while. Han Qi looked down at Yun ruo and found her asleep.

He gently carried her upstairs, tucked her in, making sure the four corners of the blanket were tight.

He left a kiss on her forehead, turned off the light, and stepped out.

As soon as Han Qi left, Yun ruo opened her eyes. She hadn’t been able to sleep these past few days, unsure how to face Han Qi.

Eight days remained. She needed to control her emotions, at least to let Han Qi enjoy the next eight days.

Little did she know, Han Qi hadn’t really left.

His alcohol-addled brain was fully sober after the events. Han Qi loved Yun ruo; how could he not notice her abnormal behavior?

He recalled Yunruo’s recent visits: first Yun Jia, then He Xitong, and later Meng Feihan…

It seemed like a New Year’s visit sequence, but also… a farewell sequence.

He still didn’t know why Yun ruo had pursued him. He had never thought it important before, but now one question arose:

She came, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t leave.

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