Transmigrated as the Disabled Alpha Wife of the Black Moonlight and She Said She Loves Me - Chapter 35

“Good morning, President Huo!”

Huo Jianan paused, noticing that the assistant outside her office was no longer Ying, but a new face. She realized this must be her new assistant, Min Jiru.

Huo Jianan was quite satisfied with her new assistant. Min Jiru was a clean and pure Beta, a refreshingly beautiful young woman with a shy smile that curved the corners of her eyes and lips, exuding a genuine and innocent charm. Watching her smile, Huo Jianan couldn’t help but wonder when Ruan Nianning would finally show such a genuine, carefree smile.

Min Jiru was a few years older than Huo Jianan, so Huo Jianan felt it would be awkward to call her “Xiao Min.” Instead, she addressed her as “Assistant Min.”

“Good morning, Assistant Min. Where do you live? Was the traffic bad on your first day?” Huo Jianan smiled warmly and asked kindly. She remembered Min Jiru’s resume: after graduating from a foreign university, she had worked abroad for two or three years before returning home. To be honest, she felt it was a bit of a waste to have someone like her working as her assistant.

“I live on Xingguang Road. Driving is always congested, so I usually take the subway—about a 20-minute ride—and then it’s just a short walk to the office.”

Xingguang Road? That’s one of Changbin’s most upscale residential areas. To afford a place there, her family must be well-off, not ordinary salaried workers. Huo Jianan glanced at her. Her outfit and shoes today certainly couldn’t be bought with an assistant’s salary.

“Do you live with your parents?”

“No, I live alone. The house was left to me by my grandmother.”

Having once been a corporate drone, Huo Jianan found it even more puzzling that Miss Min—a young woman from a wealthy background, with excellent academic credentials and promising career prospects—would choose to work as her assistant.

Even stranger was the nagging feeling that she’d seen this girl somewhere before, though she couldn’t quite place her.

“Why did you apply to be my assistant?” Huo Jianan asked with a faint smile. “I don’t mean to doubt your capabilities.”

She maneuvered her wheelchair to the coffee bar behind her, picked up her mug, and positioned it beneath the coffee maker.

Min Jiru stepped forward, offering to help Huo Jianan.

Huo Jianan shook her head with a gentle, easy smile. “No need, I can manage myself. I enjoy doing what I can on my own. Oh, could you grab me a bottle of fresh milk from the fridge? It’s right behind you.”

“Sure.” Min Jiru paused for a moment, then turned around. As instructed, there was a small refrigerator filled with various beverages.

She retrieved a bottle and handed it to Huo Jianan.

“Thank you.” Huo Jianan accepted the bottle and skillfully added milk to her coffee. Turning around, she took a slow sip from her cup. “Actually, I’ve only been with the company a few days myself. I’m not much more familiar with this place than you are. Let’s grow together here.”

Min Jiru studied her. Dressed in a high-quality, well-fitted suit, her long hair meticulously styled with perfect arcs, her smile both charming and confident—despite being confined to a wheelchair due to her leg disability, Huo Jianan radiated an aura of refined composure. Her presence was bright and captivating yet unassuming, impossible to ignore and daring anyone to look down upon her.

This was the true Young Miss of the Huo family: Huo Jianan.

Unlike the volatile temper and condescending attitude often associated with wealthy young ladies, Meng Xien was remarkably courteous and friendly.

“Ying, take this document to President Huo and tell him I’ve already reviewed it.”

“Alright.” Ying was about to stand when Meng Xien changed her mind. “No, I’ll deliver it myself.”

With that, Meng Xien took the document and went personally to find Huo Jianan. Since she had decided to mentor this junior colleague, some things were best discussed face-to-face.

From a distance, she saw someone sitting outside Huo Jianan’s office.

The figure sat upright, focused intently on the computer screen. Honey-colored hair cascaded softly beside her ear, partially obscuring her profile. Beneath the strands, porcelain-fair skin and a graceful swan-like neck were revealed.

Meng Xien froze, her gaze riveted to that profile, her breath catching in her throat.

A distant shadow slowly coalesced before her eyes, gradually becoming a vivid, tangible person. The surrounding sounds faded away, leaving only the pounding of her heart in her ears, each beat louder and clearer than the last.

When she came back to her senses, her dazed eyes refocused, and the surrounding sounds surged back like a tidal wave.

“Did you see that? President Huo’s assistant! She just started today!”

“I saw her! She’s stunning! Looks like a celebrity!”

“President Huo’s wife is the real celebrity! Oh, my dear Consort Ning! Who wouldn’t adore a goddess like her?”

“President Huo is truly blessed! A beautiful wife and an equally gorgeous assistant! Beauties by his side at home and at work.”

“Pfft! Just start your own company—call it Orange, Pineapple, Gala Apple, whatever. Once you become a tycoon, you’ll have your pick of beauties!”

“What’s wrong with a little envy? I’ll never be rich, but can’t I at least admire their luck?”

“Hey, is she single?” one male employee asked slyly.

“Who? The new assistant? I heard she’s unmarried, but I don’t know if she has a boyfriend.”

The others teased, “You gonna ask her out?”

“Why not? She’s gorgeous—would be a waste not to try.” The man glanced at President Huo’s assistant in the distance, narcissistically smoothed his hair, and gazed at her with the gleam of a predator locking onto its prey.

Some female colleagues scoffed, “You’ve dumped so many girlfriends! Scumbag!”

“How am I a scumbag? How can I know who’s the best fit to be my wife if I don’t date around and test my luck with a few?”

Meng Xien shot a cold, knife-like glance at the male employee. The group fell silent, lowering their heads and retreating to their desks.

Meng Xien kept her gaze fixed on the man until he sat down, then withdrew her stare. Suppressing the emotion in her eyes, she continued her search for Huo Jianan.

Passing Min Jiru, Meng Xien didn’t pause for a moment, not even sparing a glance for the new assistant as she went straight to knock on the door.

Huo Jianan was checking her emails, occasionally jotting notes in her notebook. Hearing the knock, she looked up to see Meng Xien standing outside.

“CEO Meng, please come in.”

Meng Xien opened the door and entered.

CEO Meng! Meng Xien?!

Min Jiru, seated at her desk, felt her heart skip a beat, as if struck by a tiny hammer. She abruptly raised her head, her gaze instinctively searching for that figure.

The figure was extremely reluctant to reveal their full appearance, merely turning slightly to close the door before sitting down.

From Min Jiru’s angle, she couldn’t see anything unless she stood up. Just as she was hesitating whether to do so, Huo Jianan’s call came through: “Assistant Min, come in.”

“Okay, right away.”

Min Jiru’s mind buzzed as she stood up. Through the glass window, she immediately saw her.

Her back was ramrod straight, the well-fitted suit accentuating her slender figure—her narrow shoulders, long arms, and the habit of rolling up her sleeves to reveal a sliver of pale wrist.

Min Jiru approached the office door, straightened her already neat hair, and smoothed the perfectly aligned hem of her skirt before pushing the door open.

“Assistant Min, this is CEO Meng. CEO Meng, this is my newly hired assistant, Min. Ying, I’ll be counting on you to mentor her.”

“Hello, CEO Meng,” Min Jiru greeted.

Meng Xien hummed in acknowledgment, her gaze briefly flicking sideways to give Huo Jianan a cold, fleeting glance. She quickly averted her eyes, as if unwilling to look any longer, her expression icy. Though her gaze was fixed on Huo Jianan, her words were directed at Min Jiru: “Take the initiative in your work. No one is obligated to help you. President Huo is kind, but not all bosses are so friendly and considerate towards their subordinates.”

Huo Jianan couldn’t help but glance at Min Jiru, thinking, Is Sister Meng always this blunt in the company?

She looked at her poor new assistant, who stood awkwardly, wringing her hands and blushing, her eyes downcast in a classic posture of someone enduring a dressing-down.

Huo Jianan recalled her three years as a corporate drone—the silent suffering, the mistreatment, the role of both a workhorse and a scapegoat. After finally securing a job at a decent company with a good boss, decent pay, and friendly colleagues, she’d barely enjoyed a few months of relative peace before being transported to this world.

“CEO Meng is right,” Huo Jianan interjected. “Her assistant is Ying Qiu. Assistant Min, if you don’t understand something, ask Ying Qiu. Take your time, don’t be afraid, and familiarize yourself step by step. Alright, you may go now.”

“Yes, President Huo.”

Min Jiru lowered her head and hurried out of the room.

After she left, Huo Jianan wondered if it was just her imagination, but she felt Sister Meng, who had been so meticulous and even arrogant moments before, now seemed like a collapsed fortress, visibly deflating before her eyes.

“Sister Meng, why were you so harsh with her? It’s her first day here.”

Meng Xien curled her lips into a smirk. “What? Just because she’s pretty? I said a few words, and you’re already all tender-hearted and sentimental?”

Huo Jianan was speechless. “Good thing Nianning isn’t here. If she heard you, she’d storm off to investigate again. Don’t put me in this position.”

Meng Xien leaned back in her chair, perfectly composed. “It seems your recent set visit has rekindled your relationship with your wife. Aunt Xu will be bouncing with excitement about becoming a great-grandmother soon.”

Huo Jianan: “……”

Fine! You deserve to be nagged about marriage by your grandmother. Next time she hounds you, you’ll have to deal with it yourself.

Huo Jianan shook her head. “Let’s get down to business, Sister Meng. About this acquisition…”

When the conversation turned to work, Meng Xien sat up straighter. “What’s your take on this?”

“Well, I’m not exactly an expert in acquisitions,” Huo Jianan said, scratching her head. “But I do believe that when buying something, you need to consider two things: whether it’s worth acquiring, and whether the price is right. We still need to analyze and discuss these aspects further.”

Meng Xien noticed that Jianan wasn’t as ecstatic as she’d expected, not flying into a frenzy of joy, but rather remained remarkably calm, like a seasoned businesswoman. She asked curiously, “Don’t you love games?”

“Games are games, and business is business. One is purely for entertainment and passing the time, while the other is about making money and growing the company.” Huo Jianan met Meng Xien’s gaze with a faint smile. “Fundamentally, they’re completely different.”

Meng Xien paused briefly before smiling, her gaze filled with genuine admiration. “Well done, President Huo.”

That afternoon, as usual, Huo Jianan took leave. Passing by Min Jiru, she said, “Assistant Min, if you finish your work early this afternoon, you can leave early. Of course, if I start working late in the future, you’ll have to stay late too.”

“Alright, President Huo. I’m not in a hurry; being at the company is just like being at home,” Min Jiru said listlessly, her beautiful eyes lacking their usual sparkle.

Huo Jianan shook her head. Sister Meng is really being unreasonable, she thought. The new assistant came to work in high spirits, didn’t do anything wrong, and yet got scolded for no reason. Who wouldn’t be in a bad mood after that?

The one in a bad mood wasn’t just the new assistant, but also Doctor Jiang Shumin.

She had assumed that after what happened yesterday, Doctor Jiang wouldn’t come to work. But unexpectedly, she ran into her at the hospital, still on duty.

Wang Baobao panicked. “Doctor Jiang, why didn’t you take a couple of days off to rest?”

Doctor Jiang shook her head. “I’m fine. I don’t need time off. I can’t let this stop me from working.”

Jiang Shumin glanced at her leg. “Thank you for yesterday. My roommate told me you brought me home.”

“It wasn’t just me. Dada helped too,” Wang Baobao said, a little embarrassed to be thanked in person.

“Miss Huo, please wait a moment. I’ll treat Miss Wang’s leg injury first,” Jiang Shumin said.

Huo Jianan was surprised. She turned to look at Wang Baobao. “You’re injured? Why didn’t you say so earlier?”

“It’s nothing, Dada, don’t make a fuss. Doctor Jiang, really, it’s not that serious. No need to go through all this trouble.”

Doctor Jiang looked at him with an unyielding tone. “Get on the bed and lie down.”

Wang Baobao obediently lay down. Doctor Jiang rolled down the pant leg of his left leg, revealing a large bruise, swollen and red around the edges.

After donning gloves, Doctor Jiang carefully treated the injury and sighed. “Miss Wang, if you had told us immediately yesterday, your injury wouldn’t have worsened like this.”

In truth, she had noticed Wang Baobao’s slightly unsteady gait yesterday and guessed he might be injured. But the incident from earlier had left him deeply shaken, causing him to collapse emotionally. He later got drunk and didn’t wake up until this morning.

His roommate asked him what happened, mentioning that his girlfriend had come looking for him last night and gotten into a fight with the person who brought him home.

Jiang Shumin simply replied, “We broke up. She’s no longer my girlfriend.”

His roommate was taken aback. “But weren’t you planning to get married?”

“Not anymore.”

After treating Wang Baobao’s injury, Jiang Shumin instructed, “Miss Wang, rest here for now. Don’t move for an hour.”

Wang Baobao nodded blankly. During Doctor Jiang’s treatment, his heart had pounded relentlessly, never finding calm. To receive such gentle care from Jiang Shumin, Wang Baobao felt that his injury had been worth it.

Huo Jianan asked, “Doctor Jiang, are you feeling alright? Did drinking yesterday give you any trouble?”

“No, I slept like a baby, completely oblivious to everything.” Doctor Jiang smiled faintly. “Thank you for drinking with me yesterday, Miss Wang and Miss Huo.”

“Don’t mention it. My alcohol tolerance is terrible, so Baobao was the one who really kept you company.”

Wang Baobao suggested, “How about we all celebrate Christmas Eve together—dinner and drinks on me!”

Huo Jianan naturally played along, creating opportunities for Wang Baobao. “Sounds great, I’m free.”

They turned to Doctor Jiang, who smiled and nodded. “Alright.”

Seeing her agreement, Wang Baobao nearly jumped off the bed in excitement, cheering inwardly: Yes!

Just then, the door opened, and a tall figure entered carrying a bouquet of flowers.

Huo Jianan’s view was blocked by Doctor Jiang, but she recognized the cold brown hair immediately.

Doctor Jiang’s expression darkened, her smile vanishing. “What do you want?”

Wang Baobao, ignoring the pain in his leg, immediately jumped off the bed. The Scumbag shot him a disdainful glance. “Want to fight? You? Haven’t I beaten you enough yet?” She glanced at Huo Jianan with a mixture of fear and defiance, noticing the absence of the sturdy, dark-skinned woman beside her, emboldening her.

“I need to speak to my girlfriend about something,” she declared.

Jiang Shumin’s face remained cold. “I’m not your girlfriend. We’re not compatible. Our values clash. It’s best we stay apart.”

“Shumin, I’m sorry, but we’re supposed to get married.” The Scumbag glanced at Huo Jianan and Wang Baobao. “There are patients here. Why don’t we talk outside?”

Jiang Shumin’s expression turned icy. “There’s nothing to discuss with you!” The Scumbag chased after her, desperately trying to salvage the situation.

Huo Jianan beckoned Wang Baobao over. “Baobao, I need some fresh air. Let’s step into the corridor.”

Wang Baobao didn’t want to leave, but under Huo Jianan’s insistent gaze, he reluctantly pushed her wheelchair out of the room.

“We’ll be right outside, Doctor Jiang,” Huo Jianan called back. “Just let us know if you need anything.”

Once in the corridor, Wang Baobao anxiously asked, “Dada, what do you think that Scumbag wants? How dare she show her face here? Doctor Jiang is so kind-hearted. Don’t tell me her sweet talk will win her back? Ugh! If that happens, I’ll…”

Huo Jianan looked at him calmly. “And so what?”

“So, I… I… I really feel for Doctor Jiang!”

“That’s Doctor Jiang’s personal matter. Whether she chooses to stay with that scumbag, marry him without a word, or completely break off the relationship—that’s her choice. None of us can make the decision for her.”

“Damn it, Dada! How can you be so heartless? You see she’s about to jump into a pit of fire, and you won’t even stop her!” Wang Baobao was so angry he wanted to poke Huo Jianan’s head. “You’ve changed, Dada! It’s one thing to not curse the scumbag with me, but to be so cold-hearted—watching Doctor Jiang jump into the fire and not even flinch! You’ve changed, Dada! You’ve become numb!”

Huo Jianan: “I’m just saying something rational. How is that cold-hearted? How is that numb?”

“Don’t say it! I don’t want to hear it! Rational? Bullshit! Is love rational? When you were chasing after your wife, you weren’t rational at all! Your grandmother wouldn’t approve, so you went on a hunger strike and threatened to jump off the building!”

Huo Jianan: “……”

Forget it. Don’t bother. People in love aren’t rational.

Wang Baobao paced anxiously at the door, resisting the urge to push it open several times. “Dada, do you think that scumbag will try to kiss her?”

Huo Jianan asked, “Do you want the rational answer or the answer of someone in love?”

“The rational one!”

“No, she wouldn’t. There are too many people around, and we’re right outside. She wouldn’t dare.”

“But in movies, couples always make up after a passionate kiss during an argument!”

Huo Jianan thought for a moment. “This isn’t a typical argument. This is a real breakup. It’s completely different.”

“It should be a real breakup! Don’t let that scumbag confuse you!”

Just as she finished speaking, the scumbag stormed out, slamming the door. She yelled furiously back into the room, “Jiang Shumin, is this really necessary? I hate people who take things so seriously! Did you really think I loved you that much? You’re pretty, but which of my omega lovers isn’t prettier and more alluring than you? You should understand that marrying into the Pan family would be you climbing the social ladder!”

Jiang Shumin, trembling with fury, snapped, “Get out! I won’t stoop to marrying into your family!”

The scumbag tossed the flowers into the trash and glared at Wang Baobao. “You fat cow! What are you staring at?!”

Enraged by the insult, Wang Baobao lunged forward to hit her. Huo Jianan restrained him. “Ignore her. Let’s go check on Doctor Jiang.”

The two entered the clinic. Jiang Shumin stood by the window, wiping her tears, her eyes and nose red, long strands of tears clinging to her eyelashes.

Wang Baobao’s heart ached. “Doctor Jiang, don’t listen to her. She’s no real aristocrat. The true heiress of Changbin’s top-tier family is right here!” He pushed Huo Jianan forward.

Huo Jianan: “……” Thanks a lot, Baobao.

Huo Jianan: “Doctor Jiang, you’re very fortunate to have seen through her before marriage. There’s nothing worth holding onto in that money-obsessed toad. In the future, you’ll meet someone who truly loves you.”

Jiang Shumin wiped her tears. “Thank you! Thank you both!”

On the way home, Wang Baobao suddenly declared, “Dada, I’m going to lose weight! I’ve decided!”

Huo Jianan blinked in surprise. “What’s this about? Did that scumbag’s insults get to you?”

Wang Baobao gritted his teeth in anger. “She dared call me ‘fat cow’ three times! How am I fat? I’m just… well-rounded. Just wait until I’m as skinny as a lightning bolt! Then we’ll see who dares call me fat!”

Seeing his furious expression, Huo Jianan couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re really going to diet?”

“Yes! I’m determined! No one can stop me—not even you, Dada!”

Huo Jianan smiled. “I never said I was going to stop you.”

“Damn it, Dada!” Wang Baobao’s cheeks flushed with anger.

Huo Jianan stopped laughing. “Alright, if you’re serious about losing weight, I support you. That scumbag might be trash, but he’s someone your goddess, Doctor Jiang, once liked. That means Doctor Jiang prefers tall, thin men over those with curves. If you succeed in losing weight, you’ll win Doctor Jiang’s favor even more.”

Wang Baobao, driving, turned to glance at Huo Jianan. “Damn it, Dada, you’re absolutely right!”

“Watch the road! Focus on driving!” Huo Jianan snapped. “I’m already disabled—I can’t afford another injury.”

Wang Baobao grinned widely. After a moment, he asked, “Dada, your wife’s a big star. They all obsess over their figures. Ask her if she has a professional management team she can recommend for me.”

Huo Jianan nodded. “No problem.”

After returning home, Huo Jianan washed her hair and took a shower with Xiaoman’s assistance. Then she went to the study and began carefully reviewing the acquisition agreement. Along with the agreement was a detailed report about the company.

It turned out to be the company behind Glory Mission, one of the world’s most popular and highly acclaimed games. At its peak, it had over a hundred million daily active users. In addition to this game, the company also developed two other highly renowned titles, so famous that even someone like her, who wasn’t particularly into gaming, knew about them.

Huo Jianan glanced at the prominent spot on her game collection shelf. It held the gift Meng Xien had brought back from his business trip abroad.

Clearly, the original owner must have been a passionate fan of Glory Mission. Perhaps she would have been thrilled to acquire this company.

But should they really go through with the acquisition?

Huo Jianan studied the report, hesitating.

Support Transmigrated as the Disabled Alpha Wife of the Black Moonlight and She Said She Loves Me