Transmigrated as the Disabled Alpha Wife of the Black Moonlight and She Said She Loves Me - Chapter 2

“What are you thinking?”

Ruan Nianning’s voice sounded by her ear. Huo Jianan looked up to see the ethereal beauty, as delicate as mist or smoke, offering her a glass of water.

Huo Jianan stared at the glass for a full three seconds before taking it. “Thank you.” She sipped the water slowly.

The elderly woman earlier—the original body’s grandmother—had said today was their wedding night. That meant they had just gotten married today.

What now? The enemy had already been brought into the family. The wolf was lurking right beside her.

“Um…” Huo Jianan didn’t know how the original body addressed Ruan Nianning. But considering the original had married her and trusted her enough to allow her to carry out her revenge, he must have loved and trusted her deeply.

Should she call her Ruanruan, Nianian, or Ningning?

Regardless, there was one address that was safest.

“Wife…” Huo Jianan drawled, raising her eyes from the rim of the cup to carefully observe the beauty—no, the enemy’s expression. Though Ruan Nianning’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if repulsed by the address, she didn’t protest aloud.

“Wife, do you like it when I call you that?”

The fleeting glint of hatred in Ruan Nianning’s eyes vanished as she flashed Huo Jianan a warm, honey-sweet smile. “Yes, I like it.”

Huo Jianan mentally applauded Ruan Nianning’s flawless, effortless acting. As expected of a top-tier superstar and the close friend personally mentored by an Academy Award-winning actress. If Huo Jianan hadn’t been transported into this novel, she might have even believed Ruan Nianning’s affection was genuine.

“I need to talk to you about something,” Huo Jianan said.

Ruan Nianning sat down beside the bed, leaning forward with studied casualness. Her slender, graceful figure curved in a pose that accentuated her feminine curves with exquisite elegance, her snow-white skin glowing with a cool radiance. She even took hold of Huo Jianan’s hand, cradling it in her own. Those soft, sultry phoenix eyes gazed at her with tender intensity. “Go on.”

Who could resist such sweet, honeyed tenderness?

Huo Jianan quickly averted her gaze, refusing to meet those eyes. The best way to counter a beauty trap is to avoid looking at the beauty.

“I’ve thought it through. I’m disabled, barely able to move. I can’t give you happiness. Let’s… let’s get divorced.”

Proposing divorce right after marriage—how despicable and childish! But to save her life, Huo Jianan had no choice but to be despicable and childish, at least for now.

Her hand paused for a moment before tightening its grip.

“Didn’t we already talk about this? I don’t care that you can’t move your legs. Really, it doesn’t bother me at all.”

Her words were sincere and moving. Anyone else would likely have wrapped their arms around this innocent, pure-hearted kitten and sworn to love her, cherish her, and dote on her. But Huo Jianan felt nothing.

Hmm, not only is she physically appealing, but her acting skills are impressive too!

Huo Jianan: “I’m serious. I’ll beg my grandmother. The Huo family wronged you, and I’ll make her give you a substantial sum as compensation.”

As she mentioned the Huo family’s wrongdoings, she felt the hand gripping her wrist tighten painfully, as if it might crush her bones.

“No! I don’t want your money! Huo Jianan, look at me!”

Someone forcibly turned her face to meet the gaze of the beautiful woman before her.

Ruan Nianning’s eyes were red and teary. “Huo Jianan, do you not love me anymore? Do you regret marrying a small-time actress instead of a wealthy young miss from a family more suitable for the Huo family?”

Huo Jianan: “……”

Tears welled up in those heartbroken eyes, quickly turning them into pools of sorrow. Long lashes glistened with tears, trembling as they fluttered, conveying a wounded and aggrieved gaze that was utterly heartbreaking.

The tears trembled in her eyes, finally spilling over one by one and landing on Huo Jianan’s hand, scalding her.

“Don’t… don’t cry,” Huo Jianan sighed, defeated. She had no resistance to tears. The sight of a kitten or puppy’s tearful eyes would melt her heart, compelling her to pick them up, stroke their heads, and comfort them. How could she possibly withstand the sight of such a pitifully beautiful woman before her, heartbroken and weeping?

“I’ve never believed that marriage must be between equals, but I do believe a happy marriage should bring happiness to both parties.” Huo Jianan stared intently into those tear-filled eyes, looking at Ruan Nianning—the admirable yet tragic supporting character from the book, the woman who dared to love and dared to hate, ultimately ending her life with regret.

“Ruan Nianning, I sincerely wish you happiness.”

Ruan Nianning’s tear-filled eyes flickered imperceptibly, as if something had shattered within her. But the emotion quickly subsided into a deathly stillness, replaced by a sweet smile. “My happiness is to marry you and become your wife.”

Huo Jianan: “……”

She rubbed her temples, a throbbing headache pounding through her skull. Even money wouldn’t tempt her! How deep is this grudge?!

“What’s wrong? Is your head still hurting? I’m sorry—I should have watched you more carefully. I let you fall from the wheelchair and hit your head.”

On their wedding night, Huo Jianan had stubbornly refused to let the servants help her into bed, insisting on transferring from her wheelchair herself to avoid appearing too “crippled.”

Ruan Nianning, fresh from the bath, had witnessed the Young Miss straining to pull herself up the bedsheets. This temperamental heiress was likely unaccustomed to such strenuous and humiliating exertion, her face flushed crimson, her breaths labored, yet she stubbornly refused to call for assistance.

Ruan Nianning remained silent, leaning against the doorway and silently observing. Watching her enemy’s daughter struggle helplessly, clinging to her pride despite her incompetence, a faint surge of satisfaction stirred within her—a taste of sweet revenge.

She simply watched coldly from the sidelines.

When Huo Jianan finally couldn’t hold on any longer, her body swayed and she collapsed. Ruan Nianning gasped and instinctively rushed forward to catch her, but she was a second too late. Huo Jianan’s head crashed heavily to the ground with a dull thud.

She had expected Huo Jianan to fly into a rage, pushing her away in fury. Instead, when Huo Jianan regained consciousness, she was surprisingly calm.

Huo Jianan paid no mind to the red swelling on her head. So that’s why my head hurt so much when I first arrived here—I must have hit it.

“Jianan, does your head still hurt?”

Huo Jianan shook her head. Her head no longer hurt, but she felt dizzy, her vision swimming.

“Jianan, please don’t make me leave. I love you. You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this day—to marry you, to become your wife.”

She wore a pink tank dress, a shade that flattered only the fairest skin tones. The vibrant hue swam before Huo Jianan’s eyes, making it difficult to keep them open.

She remembered the saying: “The pinker the clothes, the fiercer the woman!” Ruan Nianning had certainly been fierce and unhinged in the end.

“Wife.”

“Hmm?”

“Don’t wear pink anymore. It’s blinding me.”

Just as she finished speaking, Huo Jianan felt something warm and sticky trickle down her nose. She wiped it away, only to find her hand covered in blood.

She was bleeding from her nose?

“Why am I bleeding? I’ve never had a nosebleed before…” Huo Jianan was bewildered. She wiped again, but the blood kept flowing, becoming worse with each attempt.

“Jianan, Jianan! What’s wrong?!”

This time, panic was genuine in Ruan Nianning’s voice.

Huo Jianan’s vision went dark, and she collapsed. Just before losing consciousness, she heard someone rush out and shout for help:

“Housekeeper He! Housekeeper He! Jianan’s hurt!”

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