Transmigrated as the Disabled Alpha Wife of the Black Moonlight and She Said She Loves Me - Chapter 32.2

Soon, the next scene began. This time, Huo Jianan had a prime position. Peering through the gap in the reflector, she saw Song Shiyu tightly embrace Ruan Nianning, tears welling in her eyes.

The depth of emotion and tenderness—truly befitting a Best Actress winner. Even Huo Jianan could feel her heartbreak and anguish.

Looking at his wife, Ruan Nianning, she embodied the archetype of a war-damaged beauty. As Song Shiyu gently caressed her face and trembled while calling her name, she lowered her head and vomited a pool of fresh blood.

When she raised her head again, long strands of blood hung from the corners of her mouth as she weakly collapsed into Song Shiyu’s arms.

Song Shiyu’s heart ached even more. She held her tighter, calling her name repeatedly.

At that moment, Ruan Nianning couldn’t speak. She could only grip Song Shiyu’s hand tightly with her blood-stained fingers, offering her a weak but contented smile. “I’m… I’m alright. Don’t cry…”

In this life-or-death moment, their genuine affection and overwhelming love were palpable.

Huo Jianan didn’t need to see the script to know that this was a deeply devoted couple.

A pang of jealousy struck Huo Jianan. My wife has never looked at me with such tender affection!

She sniffled, repeating to herself over and over, This is just acting! Just acting!

That day, after wrapping up filming, Huo Jianan treated the main cast and crew to dinner at the most upscale restaurant in City D, with the finest wine and cigarettes served in abundance.

As the heiress of the Huo family, her generosity naturally carried the family’s grandeur. This wasn’t just a display of wealth; it was a clear message to everyone: Don’t even think about touching Ruan Nianning.

The crew members were all eager to curry favor with this prominent young lady from a wealthy family, thinking, “Who wouldn’t want a super-rich investor like this?”

After toasting the director and producer, Huo Jianan solemnly raised her glass to Song Shiyu. “Sister Song, I must thank you on behalf of Nianning. Without you, she wouldn’t have achieved what she has today. I am especially grateful.”

Song Shiyu replied, “There’s no need to thank me. Nianning’s success is entirely due to her own talent and hard work.”

Huo Jianan curled her lips into a smile. “Talent needs opportunity. Today, I insist on toasting to you, Sister Song, for everything you’ve done.”

As for what exactly she was thanking Song Shiyu for, Huo Jianan didn’t elaborate, and Song Shiyu didn’t press the matter. But everyone present understood perfectly well. Envious glances were directed toward Ruan Nianning. Times had changed; she was no longer just a rising star but also the incredibly fortunate Young Madam of the prestigious Huo family.

Someone chuckled, “Sister Ning, why bother acting anymore? You could just relax and enjoy life as a Young Madam.”

“Exactly! Sister Ning, how many people would kill to have your life?”

“If I were you, Sister Ning, I’d never let Miss Huo go!”

Ruan Nianning listened to their banter, sipped her wine, and offered a polite smile without joining the conversation.

Some assumed her reticence stemmed from shyness around Alpha wives, while others sneered inwardly, thinking she was putting on airs since marrying into a wealthy family and refusing to engage with them.

Huo Jianan declared, “I fully respect Nianning’s wishes. Whether she wants to act or stay at home, it’s entirely up to her.”

The group erupted in laughter, exclaiming that Ruan Nianning had married well indeed!

Back at the hotel, Ruan Nianning followed her usual routine: first helping Huo Jianan bathe, then pushing her to the bedroom and waiting until she was comfortably settled on the bed before taking her own shower.

When Ruan Nianning emerged from the bathroom, Huo Jianan, who had been on the phone with Wang Baobao, immediately hung up upon seeing her. “Wife, what happened to you?”

Huo Jianan pointed to a large, swollen, red mark on Ruan Nianning’s arm, as if she’d been struck.

Rage surged within her. “Who did this? Who hit you?”

Seeing Jianan’s furious expression, Ruan Nianning smiled. “No one hit me. This isn’t a bruise. It’s from filming with wires. It’s common—every actor gets this when they’re rigged.”

Huo Jianan was both surprised and pained. She imagined the steel wires bearing the weight of the actor while they struck poses, and it was only natural that they would be painful.

Huo Jianan grabbed the bottle of herbal ointment. “Sit still, I’ll apply the ointment.”

Now it was Ruan Nianning’s turn to feel awkward. Her injuries weren’t just on her arms; she also had them on her back and waist.

“I can do it myself.”

“Let me help you.”

“I’m not missing an arm or…” Her voice trailed off. Ruan Nianning bit her lip. “Sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it. Don’t take it to heart.”

In truth, Huo Jianan hadn’t taken it to heart at all. She wasn’t as sensitive as her original body. Being called a “cripple” behind her back, or hearing someone say, “That guy’s a cripple!”—as long as there was no malice, she wouldn’t feel offended. To her, these remarks were no different from saying, “Look! She’s a woman!”—just stating a fact.

But since Wolfie felt guilty, Huo Jianan decided to put on a show of being angry. She tried to stiffen her face and said coldly, “If you don’t want me to take it to heart, then cooperate and let me apply the ointment!”

She was an amateur actor, and that was the fiercest tone she could muster.

Ruan Nianning glanced at her, then lowered her head and extended an arm.

Huo Jianan wondered if she was imagining it, but she felt as though Wolfie was smiling—a smile of someone who saw through the act but was willing to play along.

“Is my acting really that bad?”

“To be honest, it’s truly terrible.”

After a brief silence, they burst into laughter.

On that skin as white as snow, a large, swollen, red area stood out, both glaring and frightening.

As Huo Jianan carefully applied the ointment, she asked, “Do actors get injuries like this often from wire stunts?”

“It’s just a minor injury. Nothing serious. Some actors even break bones during falls.”

Huo Jianan sighed, realizing acting wasn’t as easy as she’d thought. Of course, having worked as a corporate drone for three years, she knew all too well that being a corporate drone was even harder.

Seeing Huo Jianan’s furrowed brow and silence, Ruan Nianning added, “It’s not like we’re on wires all the time. Only during action scenes, and even then, not always.”

“Next time, I’ll have Xiao Zhu check it out and see if he can add extra padding where the wires attach,” Huo Jianan said, applying the ointment with meticulous care.

Under the lamplight, her eyes held nothing but pure, genuine warmth.

Ruan Nianning thought of her mother, back when she hadn’t yet gone abroad to work. Even then, the family debt and her father’s anger and resentment had worn her down to a frazzle. When Nianning was bullied at school, she lied and told her mother she’d fallen. That night, under the lamplight, her mother had also applied ointment to her wounds.

After applying the ointment, Huo Jianan blew gently on the area, as if soothing a child.

Ruan Nianning laughed. “What are you doing? I’m not a kid.”

“You don’t know that I used to take care of dogs. When they got hurt, I would blow on their wounds like this.”

“When did you ever have a dog?” Ruan Nianning asked curiously. She’d never heard Huo Jianan mention owning a dog before.

Huo Jianan: “…” She’d let her guard down for a moment and slipped up.

“In a dream. I dreamed about taking care of a dog.”

Ruan Nianning laughed again. “Other people have real dogs or virtual ones online, but you have a dream dog. What breed was it?”

Lost in thought, Huo Jianan smiled. “An Afghan hound. Long, beautiful fur. It would suit you perfectly.”

After treating both arms, Huo Jianan asked, “Are there any other injuries?”

Ruan Nianning wanted to say no, but she feared Huo Jianan would later discover the truth and pester her relentlessly.

“And on my back and waist,” Ruan Nianning said, turning away and removing her nightgown.

Under the orange lamplight, her snow-white back, with its graceful curves, suddenly came into view.

Whiter and brighter than the finest jade.

The sudden sensuality overwhelmed Huo Jianan’s senses. A faint fragrance of night-scented orchid seemed to linger in the air. Her breath hitched, her heart skipped a beat, and even her hand, holding the medicine bottle, froze.

After what felt like an eternity, Ruan Nianning, noticing Jianan’s lack of movement, turned slightly. “Did you find the scratches?”

“I… I see them now…” Jianan’s voice was soft and slightly hoarse.

Hearing her own voice, Jianan quickly closed her mouth and focused on carefully applying the ointment to Wolfie’s back and both sides of her waist.

Once finished, Huo Jianan placed the medicine bottle back on the bedside table and grabbed two tissues to wipe her hands.

Ruan Nianning slipped back into her nightgown. Turning around, she saw Huo Jianan sitting there, head bowed, earnestly wiping her hands. A sudden thought flashed through her mind, and her face flushed crimson. She couldn’t help but steal another glance at those hands.

Huo Jianan’s wrists were slender, her fingers even more so, truly living up to the ancient description of “fingers like tender green onions.” Ruan Nianning thought, Such delicate hands on such a petite person. Is it because she’s an Alpha?

“What time is your flight tomorrow?”

“Midday at noon. I was worried Wang Baobao wouldn’t be able to wake up for an earlier flight.”

“I’ll take you to the airport.”

“No need. Wang Baobao will be there. You focus on filming at the set—you’re the lead actress, after all.”

Perhaps because Huo Jianan was leaving for Changbin tomorrow, both women instinctively wanted to talk more, cherishing these final moments together before parting.

“You visited the set today. What did you think?”

Huo Jianan had plenty to say about her experience. “I think you could add more outdoor scenes. Acting in front of empty air is tough on you actors… And that battle-damaged look you guys have is genuinely scary. Walking around with a knife sticking out of your back—it’s unsettling.”

Ruan Nianning chuckled. “You haven’t seen the guy impaled by ten arrows, then. He was still smoking by the side, puffing out clouds of smoke.”

Huo Jianan initially found it creepy, then started finding it hilarious. “He’s been stabbed full of holes like a honeycomb! Won’t the smoke leak out when he inhales? Hahaha!”

Ruan Nianning giggled along with her.

The two lay on the hotel’s king-sized bed, snuggled casually under the same blanket, laughing together.

“Wife, is that blood-flavored candy in your mouth really that bloody? Or is it just red ink?”

“How could it be? It’s made with edible dyes mixed with honey water, thickened to give it a syrupy consistency.”

“So what does it taste like? Sweet?”

“It depends on the flavor. There’s strawberry, mango, watermelon…”

“What’s your favorite?”

“I usually use the watermelon flavor.”

“Don’t you accidentally swallow it while you’re talking?”

“You always swallow some. It’s not dangerous, but choking is a risk. Sister Song once choked on hers.”

Huo Jianan’s eyes widened, hanging on every word. In both her past and current lives, this was her first time on a film set, her first encounter with a celebrity, and her first exposure to these behind-the-scenes stories.

Before they knew it, midnight had arrived. Huo Jianan said, “Wife, it’s time to sleep. You have work tomorrow.”

Ruan Nianning lay down and reached out to turn off the light. She wanted to ask Jianan, “When will you visit the set again?” but the words caught in her throat.

“Goodnight.”

Huo Jianan hadn’t expected Wolfie to say goodnight first. A sudden warmth filled her. “Goodnight.”

In the darkness, Ruan Nianning’s eyes shone like twin stars. “Wife, I’ve just started at the company and don’t know much yet. Once I get more settled, I’ll definitely come visit you again.”

Ruan Nianning was surprised, a smile creeping across her face. She didn’t know when she’d stopped resisting private time with Huo Jianan. Not only did she no longer resist, but she even looked forward to it.

“If you’re too busy, you don’t have to come visit the set.”

“Oh, never! Even if I’m swamped, you’re my wife. How could I not make time to visit?” she said cheerfully, her eyes sparkling with joy, her entire being radiating happiness.

In that moment, Ruan Nianning wished more than anything that this were all real.

They truly appeared to be the loving couple others saw them as.

Her wife was beautiful, gentle, and refined, doting on her, cherishing her, and caring for her. She should be content, shouldn’t she?

Ruan Nianning pressed her lips tightly together, clutching a corner of the quilt so tightly that the fabric twisted cruelly between her fingers.

She avoided Huo Jianan’s smiling, bright eyes, pulled the quilt over herself, and turned her back to her wife. Ruan Nianning, don’t soften! Don’t let yourself like her! Absolutely don’t fall in love with her!

“Wife, are you going to sleep?”

“Mm-hmm, I’m sleepy.”

“Oh, then let’s sleep. Goodnight.”

Ruan Nianning barely slept a wink that night and woke up early, while Huo Jianan was still sound asleep.

This was the first time she had ever observed Jianan while she slept. Her features were relaxed, soft strands of hair draped across her forehead, obscuring her delicate, refined eyebrows.

Below her straight nose, her pink lips were slightly parted, rising and falling with each breath like a cute little hamster.

What a carefree soul she must be.

Ruan Nianning noticed Huo Jianan’s shoulder was half-exposed and reached over to tuck the blanket around her.

Huo Jianan mumbled something, her lips pursed as she burrowed deeper into the covers. Her hair cascaded down, obscuring most of her face, with a stray strand drifting into her nose. Her breath lifted it gently, making it sway softly.

Ruan Nianning leaned down and brushed aside that mischievous strand of hair.

In the early morning light streaming through the window, Huo Jianan’s delicate face glowed as pale as fine porcelain.

Ruan Nianning drew closer, then closer still. She lowered her head and pressed a kiss to Huo Jianan’s snow-white, tender cheek.

The skin was soft and springy, the texture pleasing to the touch.

Ruan Nianning kissed once, then couldn’t resist another, a gentle smile curving her lips.

She gazed at Huo Jianan, who remained fast asleep, for a long time, until the smile faded from her face.

Ruan Nianning sighed softly, murmuring in a voice only she could hear, “Jianan, I’m sorry. I wasn’t a good wife. If you still want me, I’ll be your wife in the next life. I promise I’ll love you properly then.”

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Huo Jianan: Forget about the next life. Just be my good wife in this one.

Ruan Nianning: …

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