When the Male Lead Finds Out I’m the Transmigrator Trying to Win Him Over - Chapter 9

Yun Ruo couldn’t persuade He Xitong to stay.

When she returned home, she didn’t do anything. She just stood in the courtyard, looking up at the sky. Her thoughts drifted away with the flowing clouds—what exactly she was thinking, only she knew.

In the three years of marriage, she had become more relaxed, even a little reckless. Meng Tingmo told her he was her pillar of support—that she could do whatever she wanted without worrying about consequences.

He would always be behind her.

So she truly began learning not to tread so carefully.

But after the events of the past two weeks, her old cowardice spread again. She felt like a snail, wanting to shrink back into her shell.

Yun Ruo was helpless.

Meng Tingmo still lived at the company. Even when Mother Meng personally called him to urge him home, he had excuses. After the last incident when he caught a cold, Yun Ruo hadn’t contacted him for several days.

The next morning, she did something unusual—she called Meng Tingmo.

He only picked up on the second try.

“What is it?” The man’s voice carried a hint of impatience.

Yun Ruo’s heart clenched tight, but she still summoned the courage to ask:
“Are you not coming home today?”

On the other end, it was quiet. He must be in his office.
“Why should I go home?”

“…” Yun Ruo touched her belly. “Today’s my prenatal checkup.”

Meng Tingmo had never once missed a checkup before.

He didn’t answer immediately.

After a moment—or perhaps just a few seconds—his voice returned, colder than before:
“Can’t you go by yourself?”

Can’t you go by yourself.

Go by yourself.

Yun Ruo reached up to touch her face—clean, nothing on it. She forced herself to sound casual:
“Do you really have to stay angry for this long? If I did something wrong before, I apologize.”

“I… really need you right now.”

But what she got in return were only three words:
“I’m busy.”

He hung up.

Yun Ruo slowly lowered her phone. Should she take comfort that at least he hadn’t blocked her number?

A laugh slipped from her lips—bitter, self-mocking.

She went alone to her checkup.

She was familiar with the process, so it wasn’t difficult. But the doctor who knew her well glanced around and asked curiously:
“Mr. Meng didn’t come with you today?”

Yun Ruo’s heart suddenly felt like it was thrown into an endless abyss, falling and falling with no bottom to land on. Only the biting wind in her ears, gnawing away at her sanity.

She forced a smile. “He’s been very busy these past two days.”

The doctor paused, then nodded. She almost wanted to say—even when he was busy before, he never missed a single appointment. He’d juggle phone calls with one hand while holding his wife’s hand with the other.

Marriage was a gamble, and everyone thought Yun Ruo had bet right.

But other people’s family matters weren’t her place to comment on.

“All right, lie down first.”

Yun Ruo complied. Memories surfaced in her mind, and she shut her eyes, forcing them away.

When the checkup was done, she walked down the corridor.

Strangely, she hadn’t cried on the way here, nor when the doctor asked, nor during the exam. But once it was over, she couldn’t suppress it anymore.

She didn’t know why. She tried her best to hold it back—it was a hospital, people everywhere, it would be bad if anyone saw.

But still… she couldn’t stop.

Feeling the wetness on her cheeks, Yun Ruo quickly raised her hand to wipe it away.

Because her arm blocked her vision, she didn’t notice Han Qi coming out from the other side.

He had lifted his hand to greet her, but seeing her wiping tears, his brows furrowed. What had happened?

He looked around. No sign of Meng Tingmo.

Did Meng Tingmo really let her come alone?

Han Qi stood there for a while, but in the end, he didn’t approach her. He only followed at a distance, watching until she got into her car to go home before turning back to the hospital—he was here to visit a friend, never expecting to run into Yun Ruo.

Yun Ruo had nowhere else to go. After the checkup, she could only return home. She composed herself carefully so the driver wouldn’t notice anything amiss.

Halfway back, she received a message from Mother Meng reminding her of the banquet in two days:
“Come early, I’ll make soup for you. Bring your brother too. These are all people in our circle—he should get to know them.”

Mother Meng had met Yun Jia before. Seeing how hardworking he was, she thought to give him a hand. After all, he was her daughter-in-law’s only family. Even if he was just mud, she would try to stick him to the wall.

Yun Ruo replied “Okay,” then asked the driver to head to Yun Jia’s university.

Both Meng Tingmo and Mother Meng had told her before: if Yun Jia needed, whether to enter the Meng Group or to start his own venture, he would never lack money or resources.

Yun Jia was graduating next year—an excellent opportunity. She hoped he would seize it.

As for the rift between them…

She waited downstairs at the lab building. Someone went to call Yun Jia, and soon he came out.

“It’s you.” Yun Jia froze when he saw her, instinctively wanting to turn back.

Yun Ruo held him. “It’s nothing serious. There’s a banquet at the Mengs’ in two days, at the old house. My… my mother-in-law asked me to bring you.”

Yun Jia averted his gaze. “Why drag me along? I’m just some kid who hasn’t even graduated yet. What use would I be there?”

Yun Ruo said it was good to gain some experience. She meant to say it could pave the way for his future, but right now Yun Jia couldn’t bear to hear that.

“I get it. I need to make money, so you’ll have something to take later, right?”

Yun Ruo immediately released his hand.

“I never once thought of taking your money.”

Yun Jia sneered. The air froze between them.

Yun Ruo studied him. He looked tired, but not unwell. That reassured her somewhat—she had worried that working nonstop on his projects might ruin his health.

She switched topics. “I went for a prenatal checkup today. Everything’s fine. Want to have lunch together?”

Yun Jia glanced at her belly.

Inside was the second family member he had always longed for. But now that he knew this child was conceived for profit, he only felt pity.

And pity for himself too.

——“Was your parents’ car accident really an accident? What if she arranged it, just to secure an identity and stay in this world?”

That thought echoed in his mind. Hatred flickered in his eyes. Suddenly he asked:
“You went alone? Brother-in-law didn’t go with you, did he?”

Meng Tingmo had said he hated Yun Ruo.

Her lashes trembled, and she nodded lightly. “He’s very busy—”

But Yun Jia cut her off: “Don’t make excuses. I know there’s something wrong between you two.”

Yun Ruo was stunned. “You know?”

“What’s so surprising?” The hatred and fear in his heart drove him to spit out cruel words. “Didn’t you fall out with Sister Xitong too? You ruin every relationship. Did it ever occur to you that maybe you’re the problem?”

That last sentence was too sharp, knocking Yun Ruo back a step.

“What, that’s too much for you? I haven’t even said everything yet. Just don’t come looking for me again. I don’t want to see you.”

Compared to his pain, today’s words were already the result of restraint.

His gaze dropped once more to her belly. “That’s your blood. No matter what, treat it better. With a mother like you, I really worry for it—”

But when he saw the hurt in her eyes, he shut his mouth.

Back in the car, Yun Ruo raised the divider.

Covering her face with both hands, she felt like she was playing a video game.

Three bosses, three levels—every one she failed. And each one hurled the same attacks:

——“You just want my money.”
——“You’re not sincere.”
——“I don’t want to see you.”

She lowered her hands, pulled out a tissue. In the depths of grief, she began trying to console herself.

Maybe this was just like abuse—get hit here, get hit there. She was starting to feel tired of it.

Maybe after enough hits, she’d get used to it.

But then she covered her face again. She hadn’t stayed behind for this kind of life.

Was this punishment? Because as a “strategist” she had approached them with lies, now she had to atone.

When she got home, she forced herself to eat a little, then lay down to rest. She knew it wasn’t good for the baby, but she just couldn’t muster any energy.

Half-asleep, she got a call from Meng Tingmo. He asked about her checkup results, and she realized she’d forgotten to tell him.

“They’re good.”

Just that one simple sentence made him pause.

If he wanted the results, the hospital would’ve told him already. He didn’t need to call.

The truth was, he hadn’t been able to calm down all morning. He told himself it was only for the child.

He thought she’d at least argue with him. But Yun Ruo said nothing.

“What’s wrong with you?”

Yun Ruo glanced at the caller ID and shook her head, remembering he couldn’t see. “Nothing. Just resting.”

“…All right.” He hung up.

And Yun Ruo drifted back into sleep.

She dreamt a long dream—about the five years she pursued him. The countless hardships. And in the end, the biggest crisis of all.

Meng Tingmo, for Jiang Yufei’s sake, had confronted her word by word:

“What makes you think I’d ever choose you? Just because you hung around me for a few years, you think you’re good enough to marry me? Yun Ruo, look at yourself. What do you have that could ever compare to Jiang Yufei?”

She struggled awake, staring at the photo frame by the bed.

In the picture, she leaned close to Meng Tingmo, his eyes full of her.

Yun Ruo got up and called her lawyer.

All the shares and properties Meng Tingmo had transferred to her before their marriage—she would return them all.

Feeling restless, Meng Tingmo, after work, did something rare—he arranged a night out.

At a private club, a few friends gathered, drinking and laughing. The room was filled with chatter, Meng Tingmo occasionally joining in, glass after glass of wine.

“Meng, this is rare,” teased Feng You, lounging lazily in his seat. “We used to ask you out, but you always said you had to go home to your wife. What’s it been—since the last time we saw you?”

The others laughed. “Yeah, so how come you have time now? Sneaking out behind Yun Ruo’s back?”

Everyone remembered vividly how fiercely Yun Ruo had chased Meng Tingmo for five years. In the end, even his friends admitted—he must’ve saved a whole country in a past life to deserve someone like her.

“Careful she doesn’t catch you and make you kneel on a washboard!”

“Or maybe she’ll call any minute to check up on you!”

Meng Tingmo only smiled and poured drinks for everyone.

The door opened. Han Qi arrived late, still in his suit, tugging off his tie impatiently.

Meng Tingmo poured another glass. “You’re the last one—busier than me.”

“Yeah.” Feng You never missed a chance to tease. “Even married men like Tingmo can make time, but you, a single guy, are harder to pin down!”

Han Qi downed three cups at once. “Fair point. Next time I’ll be the first to arrive.”

But speaking of Yun Ruo…

He glanced at Meng Tingmo, casual on the surface. “I saw Yun Ruo at the hospital today. She was alone for her checkup. Thought you were too busy, but here you are drinking. What’s going on—did you two fight?”

The moment he said that, the whole room stirred.

These were all close friends, who also knew Yun Ruo. They already considered her one of their own.

“Meng, seriously?” Feng You straightened up. “If you two quarreled, hurry and apologize. She’s pregnant—don’t stress her out.”

Others chimed in:
“Yeah, we all know Yun Ruo’s temperament. She doesn’t even know how to argue. You must’ve done something wrong.”
“Some man you are—letting your wife go alone for a checkup? You’re nuts.”

Meng Tingmo’s face darkened. What the hell—whose friends were these, anyway?

Why were they all siding with her? Had Yun Ruo bewitched them?

He couldn’t explain. If he said the truth, no one would believe him. They’d probably tell him to get his head checked.

“My business is none of yours.”

He shot out the words, stiff and cold.

Feng You and the others frowned, about to press him further—when the door opened again.

Jiang Yufei stepped in, smiling sweetly as she greeted the group.
“Hi, long time no see.”

The room instantly fell silent.

After a long pause, Feng You sneered:
“Well now, no wonder there’s trouble at home—turns out the vixen’s back.”

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