When the Male Lead Finds Out I’m the Transmigrator Trying to Win Him Over - Chapter 8

An unsolvable problem.

That night, Meng Tingmo stayed at home, but still slept in a separate room. He didn’t answer Yun ruo’s question, thinking it meaningless.

Yun ruo deceived him, and yet he came back—did that make him a fool?

But in his mind, a voice kept torturing him, urging him to return to Yun ruo’s side. Had he forgotten how much he once loved her?

Eight years. Even if Yunruo’s original intentions were impure, after so many years there had to be some sincerity.

Then another voice countered: “That ‘love’ is fake. You are Meng Tingmo, you have your pride. Are you really going to bow down to a liar just because of manipulated feelings?”

Meng Tingmo was proud. He refused.

He refused to give true feelings only to be met with lies.

What’s more—he didn’t love Yun ruo anymore.

He only returned for the sake of the child.

For money, Yun ruo had even schemed using the child. Did she think her position would be more secure with a baby? Or was she planning for him to “die unexpectedly” so she could control the Meng Corporation through their child?

No matter what, the child was his, bound by blood.

“I’m only doing this for the child,” he told himself.

The next morning, he left again.

“Sir must just be too busy with work,” the housekeeper comforted Yun ruo.

Yun ruo quietly drank her porridge, not even having the strength to say “thank you.”

What could the housekeeper say? She couldn’t possibly claim, “Your husband came home when you were sick, which means he still loves you”—that would be a lie against her conscience.

She knew clearly this was not love.

Yun ruo realized she had her answer.

It wasn’t that Meng Tingmo came back just because she wished it.

At a private club in the city—

Meng Tingmo, He Xitong, Yun Jia, and Jiang Yufei were all in the same room.

Because last night Yun Jia couldn’t hold back and asked Meng Tingmo questions, they had arranged today’s meeting.

“We four all had the same dream,” Jiang Yufei said. “The details may differ, but the content is the same.”

“We can be sure the dream was real. Yun ruo deceived all of us.”

He Xitong, propping her head up, muttered from the side: “…If she’s so powerful, with some system helping her, why would we still have awakening dreams?”

Jiang Yufei already had an excuse prepared: “Maybe her system malfunctioned. Maybe she fought with it. Maybe it went offline. Anything’s possible.”

“For us, it’s a good thing—we finally know the truth.”

Yun Jia still couldn’t accept it: “But what does knowing the truth change?”

Jiang Yufei walked over to him. “It means we won’t continue being deceived or used.”

Her eyes swept over the three of them. “I know each of you had deep feelings for Yunruo. But now isn’t the time to be emotional. She’s the one who started all of this.”

When no one’s expressions changed, she played her trump card:

“If you still won’t wake up, I’ll help you.

Yun Jia, are you sure your parents’ car accident was really an accident? Maybe it was arranged by her system—she needed a plausible identity to stay in this world.

He Xitong, you said Yun ruo saved you and that’s how you became friends. But are you sure those thugs weren’t arranged by her? Maybe she planned it from the start to use you as her way to approach Meng Tingmo!”

At that, both Yun Jia and He Xitong snapped alert, staring at Jiang Yufei, unwilling to believe but unable to deny her words.

“And what about you?”

Finally, Meng Tingmo spoke, his deep gaze fixed on Jiang Yufei. “We guessed before that we had awakening dreams because we were the ones closest to Yun ruo, the ones most entangled with her. But you?

Why would you dream? And why are you so insistent on bringing us together?”

Yes. Yun Jia and He Xitong both nodded. Jiang Yufei had never been very important in Yun ruo’s circle—apart from the messy love triangle years ago, she barely interacted with Yun ruo at all.

Yet just now, the way she spoke made it seem like she hated Yun ruo most of all.

“Of course I’m connected.” Jiang Yufei’s eyes glistened with tears, her voice choking. “She tore us apart—you and me.”

Meng Tingmo’s eyes flickered.

Jiang Yufei stepped closer, one step at a time. “If she hadn’t interfered, we would’ve been together already.”

“We loved each other so deeply. Can you really say that if it hadn’t been for her, you and I would have separated?”

Meng Tingmo said nothing.

Jiang Yufei stopped right before him. “Maybe in the original script, we were meant to be. But her arrival rewrote the plot. She needed your money, so she broke us apart.”

“Tingmo, don’t you hate her?”

No one spoke.

He Xitong and Yun Jia both turned to Meng Tingmo. He was a man hardened by years in the business world; unreadable. If he didn’t speak, no one could know his thoughts.

After a long silence, Meng Tingmo stood.

“Of course I hate her.”

The meeting ended. The four left the club and went their separate ways.

He Xitong happened to share an elevator with Jiang Yufei, parting ways only in the parking lot. Jiang Yufei even smiled warmly and said goodbye.

He Xitong returned the courtesy with a polite smile before turning away to her car.

But something about it nagged her. Yes, she was furious with Yunruo’s lies—but Jiang Yufei…

“We were meant to be together~” He Xitong mocked in a strange tone, imitating Jiang Yufei’s earlier words. Remembering the expression she had worn, He Xitong curled her lip.

She just couldn’t stand it.

Yun ruo’s cold had finally healed.

With her avoidance fading, she began to think again about how to repair her relationships.

The recent events had hurt her, but she wasn’t entirely blameless. She couldn’t just let things end in estrangement.

Besides, she was about to give birth. Meng Tingmo was still the child’s father.

She went to find He Xitong first.

It was the weekend, and on her rare day off, He Xitong was ambushed at her own front door.

“Ugh, can’t you just leave me alone?” She had just woken up, still groggy, and opened the door without looking—only to find the last person she wanted to see.

No one knew better how to wound her than someone close. He Xitong’s words dripped with sarcasm: “What, things didn’t work out with Meng Tingmo so now you’re here for me? Want me to spy for you, or convince him for you?”

“After all, without me, you never would’ve gotten anywhere with him.”

Yun ruo had expected harsh words. Her heart stung, but she quickly steadied herself. “I told you, I never used you to pursue Meng Tingmo.”

“And Meng Tingmo shouldn’t be the reason we’re fighting.”

He Xitong leaned on the doorframe, arms crossed. She had to admit—she hadn’t done much to help Yun ruo with Meng Tingmo beyond introducing her at a few social gatherings. After that, Meng Tingmo had been the one to invite Yun ruo himself.

It had taken five years for them to finally become a couple—hardly something she could claim credit for.

But as Yun ruo said, Meng Tingmo wasn’t the point.

The point was whether Yun ruo had ever been sincere in their friendship.

“That time you saved me—was it staged?”

Saved her? Yun ruo’s hands froze mid-motion. She looked at He Xitong in shock. She hadn’t expected such a question.

She thought it was just a fight, but now He Xitong even suspected her of orchestrating crimes.

“I called the police. Those thugs were arrested. You were there. If anything had been suspicious, it would’ve been discovered on the spot.”

He Xitong averted her eyes. She knew her accusation was flimsy.

She hadn’t fully believed Jiang Yufei either.

Back then, the investigation had been thorough. The thugs were just jobless troublemakers, repeat offenders.

Their bank accounts barely had a few cents—hardly the sign of a paid setup.

And yet—

He Xitong thought of Yun ruo’s real reason for being in this world.

“Forget it.” She rubbed her forehead. What was the point of arguing? Yun ruo could never prove her sincerity, and she herself had the dream as evidence.

“I don’t want to be friends anymore. I just can’t believe you.”

Whether it was about Meng Tingmo, or money—the dream had already confirmed it.

But she couldn’t tell Yun ruo about the dreams. Jiang Yufei had been right about that much: revealing what they knew without understanding Yun ruo’s trump cards was foolish.

What if Yun ruo’s system could alter their memories?

He Xitong started to close the door.

Panicked, Yun ruo blocked it. The sudden coldness was unbearable. Even if He Xitong believed their friendship had been fake, couldn’t she at least give her a chance to make amends?

“Xitong, after eight years of friendship, did you really never feel any sincerity from me? If I only wanted Meng Tingmo, why would I have gotten so involved in your life?”

“I don’t want to hear it.” He Xitong shook her head. She wanted to slam the door, but didn’t want to hurt Yun ruo.

“Meng Tingmo has always followed his own heart in love, never caring about friends’ opinions. We knew that from the first year. If I wasn’t sincere, would our friendship have lasted into the second year?”

“Fine. If not for Meng Tingmo, maybe it was for money.” He Xitong raised her voice.

Yun ruo laughed bitterly. “Money? When did I ever ask you for money? If I truly needed it, Meng Tingmo would’ve been the obvious choice.”

“Exactly. If there’s a first choice, there could always be a second. Maybe I was the backup.” He Xitong seized the chance and shut the door.

She couldn’t listen anymore. If she did, she’d go insane.

Yun ruo stared blankly at the closed door for a long moment.

She felt wronged.

“But Xitong, you were the one who said we’d be friends for life.”

Back then, she’d been too insecure to ever ask for promises. She always waited for others to say it first. She was afraid that if she said it, it would be nothing but wishful thinking.

One year, He Xitong caught a severe flu. Nothing could bring her fever down. Weak and in pain, she cried from her hospital bed.

“Am I going to die?” she asked.

“No,” Yun ruo reassured her. “Just sleep. When you wake up, you’ll be better.”

He Xitong hadn’t believed her, but she slept anyway—and when she woke, her condition had improved.

What He Xitong never knew was that Yun ruo had spent all four of her hard-earned system rewards to make a wish: for He Xitong’s health and recovery.

Her system was a low-level “new life” system, offering little power or rewards. Even the rewards could only grant small wishes.

She had been saving them for a crucial moment. But when He Xitong’s condition turned serious, the system said the only way to save her was to spend all four.

Without hesitation, she agreed.

This was her first true friend. How could she ever let her come to harm?

At the memory, Yun ruo finally broke down crying.

Inside, He Xitong carried on with her planned tasks—emails, messages, reports.

Until, suddenly, she too began sobbing uncontrollably.

She remembered that year, how much pain she had been in, unable to sleep. Yun ruo had visited every single day.

In her fevered dreams, she had seen Yun ruo at her bedside, praying for her health. She hadn’t believed in prayer, but Yun ruo’s sincerity had touched her. At least then, she had felt sure she had chosen the right friend.

And then—miraculously—the fever broke, and she was discharged only days later.

“Ah-Ruo… Ah-Ruo…” He Xitong cried, her face wet with tears.

She had called Yun ruo her lucky star.

She had promised they’d be friends forever.

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