Transmigrated as the Disabled Alpha Wife of the Black Moonlight and She Said She Loves Me - Chapter 31.1

Ahchoo! Huo Jianan sneezed loudly.

She collapsed onto the bed, burrowing under the blankets until she was completely sealed in. Her messy hair covered her pale face, making her look small and pitiful.

Last night, she’d caught a cold draft. Only after her fever had broken did she shakily hobble to the window, enduring the pain in her legs to close it. She’d only dared to climb into bed after Ruan Nianning’s condition had stabilized. After tossing and turning half the night, she’d actually developed a fever.

Ruan Nianning brought her a bowl of hot congee. “Jianan, have some warm congee. I asked the hotel to add extra ginger threads.”

The congee was soft, fragrant, and creamy, the flavors of chicken, rice, and mushrooms blending perfectly. Huo Jianan sat up and took two bites before retching.

“What’s wrong?”

“I can’t eat the ginger threads.”

Ruan Nianning took the bowl and carefully picked out each ginger thread. “Eat it now,” she said softly.

When she woke up, she noticed a Suppressant Patch stuck to the back of her neck. Looking down under the covers, she saw her shoulders and neck covered in faint red marks, her chest exposed despite still wearing her nightgown. The memory of last night’s passionate kisses with Huo Jianan flashed through her mind. Turning her head, she saw Huo Jianan curled into a tight ball in a corner of the bed.

She remembered holding Huo Jianan last night, embracing her tightly from behind, wanting to be as close to her as possible… After that, she couldn’t remember anything.

But there was a Suppressant Patch on her gland. In her condition, she couldn’t have applied it herself, so it must have been Huo Jianan. As an Alpha, she must have endured even greater discomfort at that time, yet despite her limited mobility, she climbed out of bed to help Ruan Nianning apply the patch.

Ruan Nianning was somewhat surprised. She lowered her gaze, suppressing the complex emotions swirling in her eyes.

Huo Jianan slowly ate her congee, occasionally sniffing.

“How did you catch a cold?” Ruan Nianning asked.

Huo Jianan’s voice was nasal. “I opened the window for a while last night to let in some fresh air. I probably got hit by a cold draft.”

As for why she opened the window, Huo Jianan didn’t mention a word. But Ruan Nianning’s cheeks flushed slightly.

She was thinking that last night, when they kissed passionately, lost in the heat of the moment, if Huo Jianan had truly crossed that line and marked her, she wouldn’t have blamed her.

It was just that there would be no children between them.

She was the daughter of her enemy. Ruan Nianning was destined to take revenge on the Huo Family and Xu Weiyi. Once Huo Jianan lost everything her family had, and discovered Ruan Nianning’s true intentions, she would never forgive her.

She would surely hate her with all her being, wouldn’t she?

But wasn’t this exactly what Ruan Nianning’s revenge plan required? Wasn’t this precisely what she wanted?

Ruan Nianning suddenly felt a suffocating tightness in her chest, as if an invisible boulder were crushing her, making it hard to breathe. She turned away, unable to face Huo Jianan, who would rather catch a cold than take advantage of her. She couldn’t even imagine what Huo Jianan would be like after discovering the truth.

“Darling, what’s wrong?” Huo Jianan asked, noticing Wolfie’s sudden pallor. “Did you catch a cold too? I’m sorry—I left the window open too long last night and made you sick.”

Ruan Nianning forced a smile. “No, I just didn’t sleep well.”

Once again, she felt the weight of her sins. She was about to personally destroy such a soft, lovely, and kind person!

Ruan Nianning blinked, desperately trying to clear the mist clouding her vision.

Huo Jianan lowered her head and slowly sipped her congee, oblivious to Ruan Nianning’s unusual demeanor. She was thinking about how intimately they had been entwined last night—how could Wolfie possibly sleep well after that?

“Sweetie, why don’t you call the production company and see if you can take the day off?”

It was easy for Jianan to take time off from her family’s company; as the Huo Family Young Miss and heiress to their vast empire, no one would bat an eye even if she never showed up for work or clocked in. After all, there were plenty of big bosses who never graced their offices with their presence, preferring to spend their days vacationing and indulging in leisure.

But Ruan Nianning was different. She was contracted to the production company, paid by the scenes, and couldn’t simply take time off as she pleased.

“No, I have too much work today. I have two bed scenes with Sister Song.”

Huo Jianan froze. Bed scenes?! Her wife was going to film intimate scenes with someone else? Would she be kissed and embraced by someone else the way Jianan had kissed and embraced her last night?

A sudden wave of displeasure washed over Huo Jianan—no, fierce displeasure! This was her wife—how dare anyone else touch her so intimately? She felt a beast roaring within her, snarling and baring its teeth: “No! Absolutely not!”

Huo Jianan suddenly felt utterly uninterested. She prodded at the congee in her bowl. “Didn’t you say there were no explicit scenes? How… how could there be a bed scene?”

Seeing her dejected and sulky, Ruan Nianning suddenly laughed. “There are no explicit scenes—not even a hug. But since it was filmed in a bed, it’s technically called a ‘bed scene,’ isn’t it?”

Huo Jianan: “???”

“It seems Sister Song made a bigger sacrifice. She’ll be showing half a shoulder, because in this drama, I’m the Alpha and she’s the Omega.”

What? My wife is playing the Alpha? Huo Jianan was slightly startled.

“On camera, we’re naturally under the same blanket. But underneath, we’re both wearing our costumes and have separate small blankets over us. Sister Song doesn’t like people getting too close, and the crew knows that and tries to maintain a proper distance. Even though we’re close, holding hands is already her limit.”

Now that her worries were assuaged, Huo Jianan suddenly became intensely curious, wanting to sneak onto the set and witness the “bed scene” for herself.

Just then, Ruan Nianning’s phone rang, probably from the production team. She answered hastily, “I know, I’ll be there in about half an hour.”

After hanging up, Ruan Nianning apologized, “Jianan, I have to go to the set. Rest well in the hotel. I’ll have Xiao Zhu come over to look after you.”

“No need to trouble Xiao Zhu. I’ve caught cold before. I just need to bundle up and sweat it out. Go to the set. I can take care of myself.”

Huo Jianan placed the remaining half-bowl of congee on the bedside table, drank half a cup of water, and slowly lay down.

Ruan Nianning walked over and tucked the blanket around her. “Get some rest. Xiao Zhu will be here soon. If you need anything, tell her.”

Huo Jianan smiled. “Really, there’s no need. I’m perfectly fine.”

But Ruan Nianning wouldn’t relent. “If Grandma finds out I left you alone in the hotel while you’re sick, she’ll scold me to death! Don’t you want that?”

“How would Grandma even know unless I tell her?”

“No way! Lie down and stay put!” Ruan Nianning’s expression hardened. “Don’t even think about being alone. Xiao Zhu will be here soon!”

Under Wolfie’s threatening gaze, Huo Jianan didn’t dare utter a single word.

“Don’t bathe yourself. Wait for me to come home tonight and I’ll wash you.”

Huo Jianan didn’t dare resist. She obediently nodded. “Okay.”

Ruan Nianning looked satisfied. Seeing her stand up, pick up her bag, and head for the door, Huo Jianan watched as she suddenly doubled back and strode straight toward her.

“What is it, Wife?”

The words had barely left her lips when that cold, beautiful face loomed closer, soft lips pressing against hers. The damp lips gently brushed against hers before pressing down firmly for a moment, then quickly pulling away.

“Rest well. I’ll be back.”

Huo Jianan mumbled a dazed agreement.

It wasn’t until Wolfie had left that Huo Jianan finally realized she’d been kissed again. She reached up and touched her lips, then grinned widely.

Suddenly, she felt lucky to have a wife like Wolfie.

Huo Jianan slept soundly. When she woke, she barely moved her neck before a young girl appeared at the bedside. “Miss Huo, you’re awake.”

Huo Jianan jumped in surprise. The girl had her hair in a ponytail, looked to be about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, and had several pimples on her forehead. Seeing Huo Jianan’s gaze, the girl took two steps back, looking a little afraid of her.

Huo Jianan thought for a moment, then tentatively called out, “Xiao Zhu.”

Xiao Zhu had no choice but to take another step forward. “Miss Huo, Sister Ning said you weren’t feeling well, so I came to check on you.”

“I’m fine now, feeling much better,” Huo Jianan said, propping herself up on her elbows. “Could you step into the next room for a moment? I need to get up.”

Xiao Zhu’s face flushed crimson as she hurried into the adjacent room.

Huo Jianan transferred to her wheelchair. She was drenched in sweat, her hair plastered to her scalp and her nightgown soaked through. Yet she felt remarkably better—her headache had vanished, her nose was clear, and her cold seemed mostly gone.

She wanted to take a bath, but remembering Wolfie’s instructions, she feared her cousin’s wrath upon returning and settled for washing her face and changing her clothes in the bathroom instead.

The sky outside was overcast. Huo Jianan glanced at her wristwatch—it was already 1:30 in the afternoon.

“Have you eaten lunch yet?” The voice was gentle, carrying a polite friendliness.

Xiao Zhu, who had been aimlessly scrolling through her phone in the next room, jumped at the sound. She straightened up awkwardly. “N-not yet.”

She was genuinely afraid of Huo Jianan—not just because she was the Young Miss of the Huo family, but because of what she had witnessed in the hotel last year.

The floor was a mess: cups, vases, wilted flowers, fallen fruit, remote controls, pillows, and a shattered painting lay scattered across the room.

Amidst the chaos, Miss Huo clung to Ruan Nianning’s arm with near frenzied intensity, her snow-white skin marred by bloody scratches.

“You’re my girlfriend!” Miss Huo roared hysterically. “How could you be with someone else? You smiled at her—do you like her? Ruan Nianning! Are you that fickle? Look at me! Look at me! Have you ever truly cared for me, a cripple? You only want our Huo family’s money! You covet wealth and luxury! You’re all the same! All of you!”

At that moment, Miss Huo was like a wild beast—a furious, enraged beast! Her hair was disheveled, her voice distorted, and her eyes were terrifyingly crimson. Xiao Zhu was so frightened she nearly screamed. She had no doubt that if Miss Huo weren’t confined to her wheelchair, she would have torn the slender Sister Ning to shreds.

Ruan Nianning glanced at her, brushing back her own disheveled hair. “Go wait for me downstairs.”

Sister Ning’s voice was calm, devoid of fear, even carrying a faint hint of a smile. “Why would I care about your Huo family’s money? No, of course not.”

Xiao Zhu watched Sister Ning reach out and pat Huo Jianan on the back, as if trying to soothe a raging beast. But when Sister Ning turned around, Xiao Zhu clearly saw the icy hatred in her eyes.

Terrified, Xiao Zhu fled, her heart pounding wildly. Behind her, she heard Sister Ning’s almost mechanical voice: “We just had a meal together. The director, producer, and the other two lead actors were all there. You can verify this with the restaurant staff…”

That scene remained etched in Xiao Zhu’s memory. Later, when choosing a boyfriend, looks took a backseat to her first requirement: emotional stability.

She was terrified of encountering someone as volatile as Miss Huo. She lacked Sister Ning’s courage and resourcefulness.

“Xiao Zhu, are you alright? Xiao Zhu, Xiao Zhu?”

Xiao Zhu froze, then snapped back to reality. Huo Jianan was smiling at her. “Oh, I’m fine,” she stammered.

“Are you hungry?” Huo Jianan asked. “I haven’t had lunch yet. Let’s go to the all-day restaurant downstairs. My treat.”

“Oh, okay, sure,” Xiao Zhu replied.

Seeing Huo Jianan in her wheelchair, Xiao Zhu hurried over to push it, her movements so cautious it was as if she were carrying a full cup of water, terrified of spilling even a single drop.

The restaurant offered a buffet. Huo Jianan had already selected her food, and Xiao Zhu, remembering Ruan Nianning’s instructions—”Her legs aren’t very mobile, so wait until she’s comfortably settled before leaving”—waited until Huo Jianan was securely seated before choosing her own dishes.

Few people were dining at this hour. The vast restaurant housed only two or three scattered customers. Though intimidated by Miss Huo, Xiao Zhu had no other table to sit at and reluctantly joined her.

Huo Jianan’s appetite had returned, and she was in good spirits. She sliced the steak on her plate, chatting with Xiao Zhu as she ate.

“How long have you been an assistant?”

“Two years.”

“And how long have you worked for Sister Ning?”

“About a year and a half.”

Huo Jianan chuckled. “So, the previous artist wasn’t good enough?”

“No, it’s not that… She just thought I wasn’t smart enough, that I was a bit slow, and she… she…”

“And she constantly berated you, right?”

Xiao Zhu froze, startled, wondering how Miss Huo knew. “Well, not exactly ‘berated,’ but her temper isn’t the best…”