Transmigrated as the Disabled Alpha Wife of the Black Moonlight and She Said She Loves Me - Chapter 3

In the hospital, sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the young woman lying on the bed. Soft strands of hair draped across her delicate face, framing her small nose and petite features. Her entire person exuded a fragile, vulnerable charm. Her skin possessed an unnatural pallor, the kind of sickly, sun-starved whiteness that spoke of prolonged illness.

Huo Jianan caught the faint scent of disinfectant. She tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids felt heavy, as if glued shut.

Just then, she heard voices—whispered words that, despite efforts to keep them hushed, inevitably pierced her consciousness.

“I wonder when the Young Miss will wake up? This hemorrhage was so dangerous. I heard if she’d been brought in even a little later, she might not have survived. Even if she did, she could have been crippled.”

“Shh! Don’t say that! Have you forgotten how the Young Miss hates that word? If she hears it, you’ll never work for the Huo family again. You won’t be able to stay in Changbin at all.”

“I only said it because she’s still unconscious and hasn’t woken up yet.”

“You still shouldn’t have said it. If Housekeeper He hears, you’ll lose your year-end bonus.”

“Alright, I won’t say it… I won’t say it…” The woman paused, but within seconds, she continued, “You know, Superstar Ruan is stunningly beautiful. Why on earth did she have to marry someone with such poor mobility? She’ll be pitiful in the future.”

“Pitiful? Our Young Miss is the only true heiress of the Huo Family. Which elite family wouldn’t be desperate to marry into this clan?”

“Exactly! Becoming the Young Madam means having wealth beyond imagination for generations. Even after a divorce, she’d still get a substantial settlement and could find a perfectly normal person to marry and live with. With her looks, she’ll never want for suitors.”

“Stop talking! If you’re looking to die, don’t drag me down with you! Don’t you know the Old Madam loathes this kind of snobbish talk? If the Young Miss hadn’t gone on a hunger strike insisting on this marriage, the Old Madam would never have agreed. Do you think the Huo family gates are so easy to pass through?”

The other woman tried to protest, but the first cut her off. “Enough. Stop gossiping. The sun is blazing; hurry and close the curtains. If the Young Miss wakes and sees they’re still open, she’ll throw another tantrum and start hurling things again.”

“But this sunshine is so good for you! A little sun is healthy. Keeping the curtains shut all the time? That’s what makes people weak, not stronger!”

The woman glared at her. “Is this your first day at the Huo family? Don’t you know the Young Miss hates being in the spotlight?”

“I know she dislikes being in the public eye and having everyone stare at her legs, but hiding in her room forever isn’t a solution either.”

“Alright, alright, just close the curtains quickly.” As they drew the curtains shut and left, one of them noticed a pen on the bedside table, likely left behind by a doctor or nurse during their rounds.

She snatched it up. “Who left this here? We almost got caught! If anything happened to the Young Miss, neither of us would escape punishment.”

“Exactly! Who knows when she might get depressed again and stab herself with a knife or a pen? She’s rich beyond measure, with anything she wants at her fingertips. What could possibly be bothering her?”

After they left, Huo Jianan opened her eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling above. Then she let out a long sigh.

They couldn’t have known that the “poor cripple” of the Huo family had already changed her core. Nor could they have imagined that the beautiful Young Madam hadn’t married into the family for wealth, but solely to seek revenge.

Huo Jianan rubbed her thighs, trying to pinch herself hard. She felt nothing. She pinched again, harder, but still nothing.

She had to accept the reality: she was truly paralyzed from the waist down.

Huo Jianan sighed again. Was she doomed to be trapped in this disabled body, condemned to a life of immobility?

Why was it that when others transmigrated into books, they became emperors like Xuan Jingchi or charismatic tycoons like Chi Lengzhao? Why was she the one left crippled? Though she didn’t want to admit it, transmigration was clearly a skill—one she clearly lacked.

Huo Jianan tried to push herself up with her hands, attempting to sit. But as she sat upright, she suddenly felt an urgent need to use the restroom.

The bathroom was diagonally across the room. Before, it would have been a simple matter of getting out of bed, walking over, and sitting on the toilet. But now, even getting out of bed seemed impossible, let alone using the toilet.

Huo Jianan glanced at the wheelchair leaning against the wall. She couldn’t reach it. Just as she was about to call for help, the door opened, and Ruan Nianning walked in.

Today, Ruan Nianning wore a beige coat that accentuated her gentle, pure, yet elegant demeanor. Below it, she wore form-fitting jeans that highlighted her slender waist and long, straight legs.

“Jianan, you’re awake! Are you feeling alright?”

“Mm, just woke up,” Huo Jianan said, touching the bandages wrapped around her head. “What happened to me?”

“The doctor said it was a brain hemorrhage. Fortunately, you were brought to the hospital in time, and the surgery was very successful.”

Huo Jianan was stunned. She hadn’t expected that a simple bump on the head could be so serious, even leading to brain hemorrhage.

“There won’t be any lasting effects, will there? I won’t become dumb or paralyzed, will I?”

She remembered a relative who had suffered a cerebral hemorrhage during a mahjong game. Although the person’s life was saved, half their body was left paralyzed.

Ruan Nianning chuckled softly. “No, Grandmother asked the doctor. There won’t be any such complications.”

Huo Jianan felt relieved.

“Would you like some water?”

At the mention of water, Huo Jianan shook her head. “I need to use the restroom.”

Ruan Nianning nodded. “I’ll call Sister Wang and Sister Mei to come in.”

But Huo Jianan looked at her and said, “No, I want you to help me.”

Ruan Nianning visibly paused, clearly surprised by the request.

The surprise lasted only a moment. Ruan Nianning quickly recovered her usual warm and considerate smile. “Alright, I’ll help you.”

Ruan Nianning wheeled her chair over, and Huo Jianan braced herself, struggling to shift her body to the edge of the bed. For the first time, she understood the helplessness of being paralyzed from the waist down, of having legs that refused to move.

Her only means of support were her arms and hands. Though slender, her arms proved surprisingly strong—clearly, the original owner had relied on them to “walk.”

Even with Ruan Nianning’s assistance, Huo Jianan didn’t know whether to turn first or lower her legs. Every attempt at repositioning felt wrong, and Ruan Nianning clearly didn’t know what to do either.

Flustered and disoriented, Huo Jianan quickly flushed crimson and broke into a cold sweat, yet her stiff body remained pinned to the bed.

The wheelchair, so close within reach, felt impossibly distant.

Huo Jianan suddenly understood the original owner’s behavior: why she refused to be seen, why she cut and stabbed herself with knives and pens. Because she couldn’t even perform the simplest tasks, and had to rely on others!

So useless! So worthless!

“You don’t need to help me anymore. Go get Sister Wang and Sister Mei.” Huo Jianan’s hurried breaths carried a frosty frustration.

Was she to be trapped in this crippled body for the rest of her life?!

A sudden, intense hatred surged within her. Why was she transmigrated into this book? Why into the body of a disabled person? Wouldn’t it have been better to simply live as an ordinary, able-bodied, healthy office worker?

The pristine white bedsheets crumpled and twisted in Huo Jianan’s hands, as if being suffocated by her grip.

Ruan Nianning glanced at her, surprised that she wasn’t screaming or throwing a tantrum to vent her fury. But she understood that this silent, suppressed rage was far more savage and dangerous. Ruan Nianning said nothing more and went out to call Sister Wang and Sister Mei.

Sister Wang and Sister Mei, both sturdy women with broad shoulders and strong arms, skillfully transferred the Young Miss onto a wheelchair. They wheeled her into the bathroom and helped her onto the toilet.

Sister Wang even offered to pull down the Young Miss’s pants, her movements practiced and efficient, clearly indicating she had done this many times before.

Huo Jianan flushed. “I can do it myself.”

Sister Wang paused, then released her grip. “Of course, Young Miss.”

Seeing them linger nearby, showing no sign of leaving, Huo Jianan said, “Please go. I’ll call you when I’m done.”

“But how can we let you do this alone?” Sister Mei protested, only to be stopped by Sister Wang.

“Alright, Young Miss,” Sister Wang said. “Call us if you need anything. We’ll be right outside.” The two women turned and left, with Sister Wang closing the bathroom door behind her.

This restroom seemed designed for the disabled, with handrails on both sides of the toilet. After pulling down her pants, Huo Jianan gripped the handrails and slowly lowered herself down, carefully maintaining her balance as she settled onto the seat.

After using the toilet, she slowly pushed herself up using the handrails, pulled up her pants, and called for Sister Wang and Sister Mei.

As they emerged from the restroom, Sister Wang and Sister Mei moved to help Huo Jianan onto the bed. Suddenly, Ruan Nianning spoke up, “Sister Wang, I’ll help Jianan onto the bed. Could you show me how?”

“Young Madam,” Sister Wang replied, “how could we let you do this? This is our duty.”

“It’s alright,” Ruan Nianning insisted. “I’m Jianan’s wife. I should learn to take care of her.”

Huo Jianan’s heart stirred. She wondered if Ruan Nianning’s actions were motivated by a desire to gain favor with the Huo family or if they stemmed from genuine kindness. If this was truly heartfelt love, the original body would undoubtedly be deeply moved.

Huo Jianan didn’t refuse. Under Sister Wang’s guidance and with Sister Mei’s assistance, the novice Ruan Nianning successfully transferred Huo Jianan onto the bed. After this “eventful” ordeal, Huo Jianan lay on the bed, slightly panting.

“Sister Wang, how can I help her into the wheelchair when it’s just the two of us?”

Sister Wang glanced at Huo Jianan, implying that this maneuver would require the Young Miss’s cooperation and demonstration. However, she seemed exhausted. Huo Jianan propped herself up into a sitting position, signaling she was fine and willing to cooperate. Thus, she was helped out of bed into the wheelchair, then back onto the bed. This process was repeated twice, each time with only Ruan Nianning assisting.

Ruan Nianning, flushed and slightly out of breath, her chest heaving, seemed genuinely pleased. “Thank you, Sister Wang and Sister Mei.”

The two women were taken aback. “Young Madam is too kind.”

Huo Jianan lay on the bed, her eyes closed, motionless.

She admitted that she had deliberately had Ruan Nianning help her to the bathroom earlier, hoping to overwhelm her with the burden of caring for a disabled person. She wanted Ruan Nianning to back down and agree to a divorce settlement.

But after trying it herself, Huo Jianan was the one who couldn’t bear it. She couldn’t accept the reality of being disabled—powerless, stripped of dignity, and exposed to others.

She couldn’t endure even a single day of disability, yet the original body had been disabled for four whole years.

For four years, she had to eat, sleep, bathe, and use the toilet…

Perhaps even turning over in bed was an immense struggle.

Huo Jianan sniffled, unsure whether she felt pity for the original body or for herself.

Pale, slender fingers reached for a tissue. The person sat down gently, brushed aside the stray hair from her forehead, and softly wiped the sweat from her brow.

“Jianan, I’ll take care of you.” The words weren’t particularly passionate, but they were tender.

To a disabled person struggling to move, these words were like coal in the snow, bringing warmth to the heart.

Huo Jianan felt a twinge of emotion. Opening her eyes, she looked at her wife, her nose slightly red. “Wife, I’m already pitiful enough. Don’t lie to me, okay?”

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Huo Jianan: Transmigrated with a leg disability and a vengeful wife—buffs stacked to the max.

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