Transmigrated as the Disabled Alpha Wife of the Black Moonlight and She Said She Loves Me - Chapter 37

Huo Jianan finally let out a sigh of relief after finishing her rehabilitation training. She leaned back against the car’s comfortable seat, closing her eyes to rest.

These past few days had been overwhelming. This morning, she’d listened to the finance director’s lengthy report on the acquisition case. Tomorrow, the legal team would brief her, and the day after, it would be the third-party company’s turn.

Fortunately, Meng Xien had been by her side throughout. Seeing Huo Jianan’s anxious demeanor, Meng Xien reassured her, “Don’t be so tense.”

Four hundred billion yuan! Huo Jianan thought to herself. How can I not be nervous? I’m just a nobody who’s never even seen forty million, let alone four hundred million!

In the car, Wang Baobao drove attentively, occasionally glancing at Huo Jianan in the passenger seat.

“Dada, are you alright? You look exhausted.”

Huo Jianan kept her eyes closed. “I’m exhausted, mentally exhausted!”

“What’s wrong?”

“There’s just so much money weighing on my heart,” she replied casually, though inwardly she wondered, What’s Meng Xien really up to?

The more she observed, the more she couldn’t make sense of it.

In the original story, Meng Xien was the mastermind behind the plot with Ruan Nianning to bring down the Huo Corporation. The collapse of the Huo Corporation and Huo Jianan’s despair-driven suicide were largely due to their combined efforts.

Yet since transmigrating into this world, Meng Xien had been remarkably kind to her.

Whether someone truly cares about you or is merely pretending can be discerned if you observe carefully.

Huo Jianan could tell that Meng Xien genuinely cared about her.

Earlier that day, she had tried to gauge Meng Xien’s stance on the acquisition, but Meng Xien remained noncommittal.

“Jianan, you’re the one in charge, the final decision-maker on this acquisition. Whether we proceed or not, I’ll support you.”

Huo Jianan felt a growing headache.

For the first time, she deeply understood the saying: the greater the power, the greater the burden.

“Holding onto cash is good, the more the better,” Wang Baobao said, like a curious cat. “Dada, what’s going on? Why are you asking about Soul Corporation? Does Huo Corporation want to invest? Take a stake? Or are you planning to form a gaming team to compete against Soul’s team?”

Huo Jianan opened her eyes and shot him a glance. “That’s none of your business. Stop asking.”

“Ugh, boring. I don’t care. If you’re forming a team, count me in first.”

“Fine, fine, fine. I get it. What about the information I asked you to gather?”

“I got it. Zhenzhen’s Second Uncle’s youngest son—a straight-A student who studied abroad and joined Soul four years ago. He’s now a manager there and a hardcore gamer, a real pro.”

“When can I talk to him?” Huo Jianan pondered silently. “Do I need to fly to Country F? If I can’t make an appearance, I’ll have to trouble you to meet with him.”

“No need for that. Zhenzhen’s Second Uncle’s eldest daughter is getting married in a few days. Since it’s his sister’s wedding, he’ll definitely rush back from abroad for the ceremony. We can meet him in Changbin.”

“Perfect. Since he likes gaming, we’ll form a team and invite him. Let’s use your gaming room at home, and I’ll cover all the expenses—food, drinks, everything.”

Wang Baobao replied, “Yes, Boss Huo. Leave it to me.”

After that, Huo Jianan sent him a WeChat contact. “It’s Mr. Zhu—his team specializes in body management. Nianning and your idol, Film Empress Song, both use him. Nianning has already contacted Mr. Zhu on your behalf.”

Wang Baobao’s eyes lit up. “Awesome! Thank Sister-in-law for me! I’ll contact him today and start my weight loss journey!”

Back in her office, Huo Jianan lowered her head over a stack of documents, reading, thinking, and jotting notes.

Min Jiru ground a fresh cup of coffee and gently placed it on Huo Jianan’s desk.

Huo Jianan, still buried in paperwork, didn’t even look up. “Thank you.”

After spending a few days with the Huo Family Young Miss, Min Jiru discovered that she was remarkably polite and kind-hearted. However, for some unknown reason, she seemed to be extremely busy lately, with back-to-back meetings and endless document reviews.

With a click, Huo Jianan’s pen rolled across the desk and fell onto the carpet.

Huo Jianan bent down to retrieve it, but Min Jiru was faster. She leaned over and picked up the pen, handing it to her. “President Huo, here you go.”

Even simple tasks like picking up an object were more challenging for someone with a disability. Huo Jianan looked up and smiled in gratitude.

The midday sunlight illuminated both women. One exuded warmth and nobility, dressed in a dark gray striped suit jacket, exuding elegance and composure. The other appeared gentle and charming, her honey-brown curls framing snow-white skin, making her pure smile seem even sweeter.

A pale, slender hand reached out and gently took the black pen.

When Meng Xien entered the office, he found this scene, along with the lingering traces of relaxed smiles on both women’s faces.

Upon seeing Meng Xien walk in, the porcelain-doll-like young woman’s smile froze and vanished. She glanced at him nervously before quickly lowering her head.

Meng Xien observed all this with a mocking smile.

Huo Jianan maintained her cheerful demeanor. “Sister Meng, you’re here! Did you come to my meeting? Oh, no, can we do this tomorrow? You know I have plans this afternoon. It’s lunchtime now—when employees eat, chat, and take walks.”

“No, let’s go to the cafeteria.”

Huo Jianan looked slightly disappointed. “I thought you were going to treat me to takeout.”

“No takeout. The staff cafeteria downstairs—I’m treating you.” She walked over and gently pushed Huo Jianan toward the door.

Huo Jianan glanced up at Meng Xien. “Sister Meng, you’re full of energy! You didn’t go to bed until 2 AM last night, and you’re up bright and early today, looking so refreshed—no dark circles under your eyes at all!”

“I’ve never had dark circles,” Meng Xien said with a faint smile, a hint of warmth softening her icy eyes. “How did you know I went to bed at 2 AM?”

“Your window was lit. When I got up in the middle of the night, I saw light in the garden outside your window. Why were you up so late? Didn’t Grandmother tell you to get more rest?”

“It’s fine,” Meng Xien replied. “I sleep efficiently. Four hours a day is plenty.”

Huo Jianan said, “You should take care and rest too. As long as the mountain remains, there will always be firewood. I’m counting on you, Sister Meng, as my pillar of support here.”

“Nonsense,” Meng Xien replied, her cool voice deliberately emphasizing “true Young Miss” and “heir.” “You are the true Young Miss of the Huo Family and its rightful heir. You don’t need a pillar of support. I can be your right-hand.”

Huo Jianan hummed in acknowledgment, puzzled by Sister Meng’s sudden seriousness whenever this topic came up. She couldn’t joke around about it at all.

Turning, she saw her assistant still standing there, her posture unchanged except that her head was now bowed even lower.

“Assistant Min, you haven’t eaten lunch either, have you? Come on, let’s go together.”

Min Jiru startled, snapping her head up. Her gaze lingered on Huo Jianan before shifting past her to the tall woman pushing the wheelchair.

“Don’t be afraid,” Huo Jianan said with a gentle smile, her warmth a stark contrast to Meng Xien’s icy reserve. “CEO Meng’s treating us. Don’t be modest.”

Meng Xien didn’t even glance at Min Jiru. “If that’s the case, then let’s go together.”

By then, the lunch rush had passed, and few employees remained. Meng Xien helped Huo Jianan fill her bowl with spicy hot pot, the chili oil floating on top so thick it wouldn’t even ripple.

Meng Xien picked her own meal: one meat dish, two vegetable dishes, and a piece of fruit.

Just as she finished selecting her food, Min Jiru also finished hers and was about to take her tray to the checkout when a male colleague intercepted her, enthusiastically greeting her, “Min Jiru, are you also eating so late? Let’s share a meal—I’m treating you!”

“No, no need. I’m good.”

“It’s no trouble at all. Let me tell you, their cold beef salad is really delicious…”

Hearing this, Meng Xien pursed her lips and didn’t linger. She scanned the QR code to pay for both her and Huo Jianan’s meals and left.

“Hey, why isn’t Assistant Min eating with you?”

“Someone else is treating her. I don’t need to.”

Meng Xien sat across from Huo Jianan and placed the spicy, chili-oil-laden hot pot in front of her. “Your favorite. Eat up. I really don’t understand how you can like this stuff. If Grandma knew you were eating like this, she’d definitely scold you!”

“Everyone has their own taste. You just haven’t experienced the true charm of spicy, chili-oil hot pot,” Huo Jianan chuckled. “Don’t tell Grandma. If neither of us says anything, how would she know?” She slurped up the seaweed threads soaked in the spicy broth, her expression content.

Meng Xien shook her head, savoring her light and healthy meal, before suddenly asking, “What do you think of your new assistant?”

“You mean Assistant Min? She’s very diligent, doesn’t talk much, and quite reserved. She’s doing well.”

Huo Jianan frowned slightly at the pork tenderloin, its flavor nowhere near as good as the meat at home—like comparing heaven to earth. Since becoming wealthy and tasting high-quality food, her standards had rapidly elevated. She abandoned the pork and focused on devouring the vegetables and quail eggs.

“Let me tell you, Assistant Min is quite popular. She’s only been here a few days, but already three male employees are chasing after her.”

Meng Xien paused. “How do you know that?”

“Every day, someone’s buying her milk tea, fruit, or snacks. Of course, everyone around gets a share too. It never used to be like this, but it started when she arrived. That means it’s all to get her attention—and to talk to her.” Huo Jianan gritted her teeth in annoyance. “Why doesn’t anyone ever buy me milk tea? Am I not pretty enough?”

Meng Xien chuckled. “You’re the boss. Who’d dare buy you anything? I’ll treat you tomorrow.”

“Great! I’ll get the Spring Mountain Snow from that XX place. Assistant Min said it’s delicious.”

Meng Xien glanced at Min Jiru, who was seated three tables away. A male employee was sitting across from her, placing a box of beef on her plate, garnished with a generous sprinkling of cilantro and a few peanuts.

The employee enthusiastically introduced the dish. “Min Jiru, try this—it’s delicious! It’s the last box for today, and we’re so lucky to have it!”

Min Jiru looked somewhat awkward and resistant. “No thanks, you don’t need to treat me.”

“Don’t be modest. I’m treating you today, you can treat me next time.”

Meng Xien’s expression darkened, and she suddenly walked over.

Huo Jianan paused, looking up from her spicy hot pot with a greasy mouth, wondering, What’s Sister Meng up to now?

“Min Jiru, your boss needs you.” Meng Xien’s cool, elegant face remained impassive as she turned to the male employee with a polite smile. “Sorry to interrupt your pleasant meal. It seems you’ll have to dine alone now. Could you please move to a table further away? We need to have a private conversation.”

The male employee looked utterly bewildered. He recognized the aloof and beautiful woman before him, exuding an air of authority—none other than CEO Meng! She was the company’s most popular Alpha, renowned for her striking beauty, sharp intellect, and vast wealth.

He never imagined that one day, the unapproachable CEO Meng would walk over to him, an ordinary employee, and speak with such courteous politeness. “Oh, oh, yes, understood.”

He picked up his tray and retreated to the farthest corner, shoveling down his food as quickly as possible, as if hoping they wouldn’t even notice him. He was terrified of overhearing something he shouldn’t.

“President Huo, you wanted to see me?” Min Jiru approached with her tray.

Huo Jianan: “……”

She glanced at her assistant, then at Meng Xien, who had returned to her seat. It seemed inappropriate to admit she hadn’t actually needed to speak to her.

“Yes, sit. Have your meal.” Maintaining her composure in front of her subordinate, Huo Jianan sat upright, wiped the corner of her mouth, and instructed, “I’ll be out this afternoon. Call Lawyer Han and arrange a meeting in my office tomorrow at 9 a.m.”

“Okay,” Min Jiru nodded earnestly, then reminded her, “You have a meeting with President Zhao at 9:30 tomorrow.”

“That’s fine. I think I can finish talking with Lawyer Han in half an hour.”

Meng Xien took the box of beef from Min Jiru’s plate. “Is this the last box? If it’s that good, we should all try some.”

Min Jiru, who had fair skin, flushed immediately when she was flustered. “Okay.”

Huo Jianan: “……” Strange. Does Sister Meng actually have a habit of competing with her subordinates for food?

Meng Xien grabbed another pair of chopsticks from the holder on the table. She meticulously picked out all the cilantro and peanuts, leaving none behind. She picked the peanuts one by one, not missing a single piece of cilantro, then finally picked up a single piece of beef that had cilantro on it. She then placed a clean piece of beef on Huo Jianan’s plate.

Finally, she put the remaining half box of beef back on Min Jiru’s plate.

Huo Jianan: “……”

Did she deliberately pick out the cilantro and peanuts?

So Sister Meng actually prefers the side dishes over the beef.

Meng Xien silently ate, slowly savoring the peanuts and cilantro, as if relishing a memory from the past.

Huo Jianan lowered her head and finished the piece of beef, completely oblivious to the fleeting glance Min Jiru cast toward Meng Xien. She remained unaware of the faint, secretly joyful smile playing on the usually clear and innocent girl’s lips.

Huo Jianan remarked, “The seasoning is really well-balanced. It’s delicious! No wonder it sells out every day.”

Meng Xien also finished her piece of cilantro-topped beef and nodded in agreement.

The next day, just before noon, after finishing a meeting with Lawyer Han and President Zhao, Huo Jianan was delighted to be treated to a Spring Mountain Snow milk tea.

It was delivered by Ying, who said it was on CEO Meng’s tab.

Huo Jianan asked, “Who else got milk tea?”

“Everyone who reports directly to CEO Meng.”

Huo Jianan nodded, inserted the straw, and sipped slowly. When Ying left, she peeked through the half-open door and saw Ying give the last cup to Min Jiru. “It’s on CEO Meng’s tab.”

Min Jiru accepted the milk tea, cradling it in her hands, a little flustered. She asked shyly, “Why would CEO Meng treat me?”

Ying smiled. “CEO Meng specifically requested an extra cup for President Huo’s assistant.”

Huo Jianan blinked, momentarily unsure whether Assistant Min was benefiting from her influence or if she was benefiting from Assistant Min’s.

On the set, Xiao Zhu, Ruan Nianning’s assistant, jumped when she received Huo Jianan’s message.

Yesterday, the production team had released several official publicity photos. One of them showed Ruan Nianning draping her arm around the Princess’s waist, rescuing her from the rebel forces.

Within half a day, the photo had garnered over ten thousand comments on Weibo.

Many fans exclaimed, “Ruan Nianning is so cool and fierce! The Princess is so soft and delicate!”

“My god! This couple is fire!”

Others shouted in outrage, “Stop! The official couple is me and Emperor Song!”

“Consort Ning belongs to Emperor Song! CP locked down!”

Whether they were shipping the on-screen couple or fiercely defending the Emperor Song-Consort Ning pairing, Xiao Zhu was terrified of them all. She feared Miss Huo had gone mad, bombarding her with increasingly frantic phone calls and messages.

Trembling, Xiao Zhu opened the message, expecting Miss Huo to ask, “What’s the relationship between Sister Ning and the actress playing the Princess? How many times have they met? What do they do during breaks on set? Do they talk? About what?”

But none of her imagined questions materialized.

“I want to treat Nianning to a drink. Spring Mountain Snow from XX shop. Can she have iced drinks right now?”

Huo Jianan wasn’t sure when Ruan Nianning’s period was, but she couldn’t ask directly. Instead, she had to find a roundabout way to inquire.

The second message was a picture of Spring Mountain Snow, a popular milk tea.

Xiao Zhu smiled in relief, though she found it a little strange that Miss Huo, who usually sent heating pads to the set even during Sister Ning’s period, didn’t know these things. Still, she answered, “Yes, that’s fine. Sister Ning usually doesn’t drink milk tea, so President Huo should order it unsweetened.”

“Got it. She’s watching her weight.”

That day, everyone on the set got a cup of Spring Mountain Snow.

Huo Jianan received a message from Ruan Nianning: You’re trying to fatten me up with this milk tea.

Huo Jianan: I ordered one for everyone. Here’s the secret: theirs are 70% sugar, but yours and Sister Song’s are unsweetened. They’ll gain weight, but you won’t.

Ruan Nianning hugged her phone, laughing so hard she almost fell over. Xiao Tang asked, “Sister Song, what’s got Sister Ning so worked up?”

Song Shiyu remained perfectly calm. “Nothing. She’s probably just chatting with Miss Huo again.”

In the distance, a group of actresses huddled together, sipping their milk tea with delight.

“This tea is amazing! It’s been so long since I’ve had something sweet! Waaah, it’s so good!”

“We’re gonna get fat!”

“So what? The Huo Family Young Miss is treating us. We won’t get this chance again!”

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