Transmigrated as the Disabled Alpha Wife of the Black Moonlight and She Said She Loves Me - Chapter 38.2

Xu Weiyi, having investigated Ruan Nianning, was also aware of the past incident where someone tried to “teach her a lesson.”

“She’s fine, perfectly fine. No one dares to bully her. The director and the crew are all very courteous to her.”

“That’s good. She’s your wife, and now she’s a member of the Huo family.” Xu Weiyi remained fiercely protective of her own, even if she wasn’t entirely pleased with Ruan Nianning, the granddaughter-in-law who had abandoned her wealthy wife to pursue acting. She would never allow outsiders to mistreat this daughter-in-law.

Meng Xien suggested, “Christmas is coming up in a few days. Would you like to visit Nianning again and celebrate Christmas Eve together?”

After speaking, she gave Huo Jianan a meaningful smile.

What was Christmas Eve? Huo Jianan had seen it all during her university days. Whenever Christmas Eve came, hotels and inns around the campus would be flooded with reservations. The unfortunate part was that she would be the only one left in her dorm room, huddled over a bowl of instant noodles, lonely and cold.

A classmate once asked her, “Huo Jianan, why don’t you find a boyfriend? Then you could go out and have a date together.” Huo Jianan smiled but didn’t answer. She was too embarrassed to admit that, compared to boys, she liked girls—beautiful, clean girls.

“I haven’t decided yet,” she thought. She wanted to spend Christmas Eve with Ruan Nianning, to lie together on a hotel bed, to gaze closely at that face that often appeared in her dreams, to listen to her voice, to watch those alluring phoenix eyes smile at her, and to be enveloped by the rich, elegant fragrance of Warm Fragrant Jade. Her heart began to race.

Huo Jianan felt her ears burning. She couldn’t keep thinking about this. She hurriedly continued eating her rice. “I… I should probably go.”

She was her lawful wife. Visiting her wife and catching the scent of her Omega wife’s pheromones—what was there to be ashamed of?

Grandmother Huo didn’t object to Huo Jianan visiting the set during Christmas, but she did instruct, “Bring Xiaoman along. It’s good to have someone to look after you while you’re out.”

Huo Jianan cheerfully agreed with a pleasant hum.

Just after dinner, Huo Jianan received a message from Ruan Nianning:

[ We’re going out for a group dinner today and won’t be back until very late. Don’t wait for me. You can go to bed first. ]

[ It’s fine. I usually stay up late anyway. I’ll wait for you to get back safely. ]

Huo Jianan typed almost without thinking, adding “Love you” at the end.

When she realized what she’d written, she startled and quickly deleted the last two words.

It’s going to be really late tonight. Judging by their mood, they’re heading to a bar. We probably won’t get back to the hotel until 1 or 2 AM.

That’s fine. 1 or 2 AM isn’t too late.

Staying up late was a common occurrence for the original body. Xiaoman had often wondered, “Young Miss, you don’t play games anymore and go to bed so early now. Before, you used to play until 1 or 2 AM.”

Huo Jianan replied calmly, “You’re right, that was in the past. I was single back then. Now that I have a Young Madam, I need to adjust my sleep schedule to spend time with her, don’t I?”

Xiaoman blushed, biting her lip in a smile. “The Young Madam is so beautiful, a big star, and so kind to you, Young Miss. You have excellent taste.”

Huo Jianan’s lips curved, the corners of her eyes crinkling with amusement.

Huo Jianan had intended to stay awake until 2 AM. After her bath, she injected her leg with her usual medication as usual. Exhausted from days of stress over the 40 billion yuan acquisition, she drifted off amidst the pain and fatigue.

The room was filled with the pleasant fragrance of Warm Fragrant Jade.

Huo Jianan opened her eyes and instinctively glanced toward the windowsill. The pot of Warm Fragrant Jade was still there. But shouldn’t Xiaoman have moved it out before she bathed?

Her gaze swept the room. The familiar chandelier was missing, the window curtains were the wrong color, and the sofa wasn’t the same one.

She froze, realizing this wasn’t her bedroom. Was this… Lizhou Hotel?

Just then, someone emerged from the bathroom. A slender figure, the snow-white expanse of her chest half-revealed by the sheer red lace straps of her dress.

What kind of red was this? Huo Jianan couldn’t quite place it.

Brighter than burgundy, with a satin sheen, yet more subtly sensual than scarlet. As she walked, the flowing skirt billowed like moonlit ocean waves, creating undulating layers of movement.

Mysterious, sensual, and utterly captivating.

Huo Jianan averted her gaze from Ruan Nianning’s dazzlingly pale, perfectly straight, and evenly toned calves and her slender, smooth arms.

Her breathing grew uneven, and she dared not look again.

“Jianan, it’s Christmas Eve today. You’re not leaving, are you?”

Huo Jianan thought to herself, Isn’t Christmas Eve still a few days away? How did it get here so quickly? Strange, when did she even come to visit the set? I don’t remember a thing.

Before Huo Jianan could answer, Ruan Nianning drew the curtains shut.

“What are you doing?” Huo Jianan asked.

“What do you think I’m doing?” Ruan Nianning turned, her movements languid and alluring as she sauntered closer, her gaze burning into Huo Jianan’s. Her voice was soft and honeyed. “It’s Christmas Eve, after all.”

Huo Jianan felt her face burning fiercely, too afraid to meet those luminous eyes. “Isn’t it a bit early? We just finished dinner.”

“It’s already nine o’clock. How is that early? Besides, tonight is going to take a long time…”

The bed dipped as weight settled upon it. A hand gently tilted Huo Jianan’s chin upward.

The other person’s breath smelled like orchids, the scent of Warm Fragrant Jade lingering in the air. “Jianan, why won’t you look at me? Don’t you love me?”

Her soft, alluring voice carried a hint of grievance, her eyes blazed with a piercing light, their corners tinged with a captivating crimson, yet her thin lips were gently bitten, giving her an air of innocent wrongedness.

The shimmering light in her eyes shattered across the floor, striking Huo Jianan’s heart. Her heart trembled, sending a surge of heat from the depths of her being to every fiber of her body.

In the quiet room, Huo Jianan cradled Ruan Nianning’s face, lowering her head to kiss her. Her lips were even sweeter and more delicate than she’d imagined. Huo Jianan’s heart pounded like a drum as she chased the soft, fragrant taste in her mouth.

Feeling Ruan Nianning’s fervent response, her heartbeat quickened further. Her arms tightened around the soft, sweet woman in her embrace, their kiss growing increasingly passionate and unwilling to part.

The world around them seemed to fade away, retreating into the distance. In that moment, her entire world was filled only by the intoxicating scent of Warm Fragrant Jade.

Huo Jianan became intoxicated by the sweetness of her lips, greedily absorbing the heart-pounding fragrance, wildly plundering the nectar from her mouth.

Her body began to heat up, the glands at the back of her neck swelling, shame and desire intertwining fiercely within her.

Unable to resist, she brushed aside Ruan Nianning’s hair that had fallen across her neck.

Between the parting of their lips, Huo Jianan murmured shakily, “Nianning, I love you…”

With a wet thud, a sudden icy chill pierced Huo Jianan’s chest, reaching deep into her heart.

The burning heat in her body was abruptly extinguished, as if a basin of ice water had been dumped over her.

Huo Jianan lowered her head, staring blankly at the dagger buried in her chest, her eyes wide with shock.

As if unable to believe it, she stammered, “Wh-why?”

“Why?” Ruan Nianning sneered, her gentle, charming smile replaced by a mocking gaze that treated Huo Jianan like the most repulsive trash in the world.

She straightened up and, without blinking, pulled the dagger out.

There was no dramatic spray of blood like in the movies, nor the excruciating pain she’d imagined. Huo Jianan clutched her wound tightly, feeling as if a thousand-pound weight had settled there, crushing her. She stared at Ruan Nianning. “Why?”

“You think I actually liked you? How laughable!” Ruan Nianning’s eyes were icy, devoid of any warmth. Her wine-red nightgown now seemed dyed crimson, and eerie crimson droplets marred her pale cheeks. A victorious smile lurked beneath her frosty gaze. “Huo Jianan, I never liked you! I came here for revenge! To avenge my mother!”

A flash of light. The bloodstained dagger plunged into her body again.

A sharp blade pierced her body. It should have hurt, but Huo Jianan felt no pain.

Her heart raced erratically, pounding faster and faster. Her face pale, she clutched desperately at the hem of Wolfie’s skirt. “No! Wife, this isn’t right! Your mother’s death… we’re not your enemies!”

“What did you say?!” The cold, dark eyes before her cracked open slightly. “Huo Jianan, what did you say? Speak clearly!”

Huo Jianan couldn’t answer. All strength drained from her body, leaving her limp as a rag doll. She stared blankly at Ruan Nianning. “You… you’ve taken revenge on the wrong person.”

“No! No way! Huo Jianan! You’re lying, aren’t you? You said that to trick me, didn’t you? Huo Jianan, wake up! Answer me! Answer me!”

Someone shook her violently, as if trying to shake her apart. “Huo Jianan, say something! Say something…”

“Mmph…” Huo Jianan jolted awake from the dream, gasping for breath, her hand pressed against her chest.

Realizing it was only a dream—she hadn’t been stabbed to death by Ruan Nianning—brought her no relief.

A sticky sweat coated her body, covering her neck, chest, and back. A chill ran through her, especially around her heart, where a coldness lingered.

Huo Jianan paused, turned on the light, and glanced at the clock: 1:40 AM. She pressed the button by the bed. Moments later, Xiaoman rushed in, her hair disheveled and an outer robe hastily draped over her nightgown. “Young Miss, what’s wrong?”

“Bring me a fresh set of nightgowns. I want to change.” Huo Jianan felt utterly drained, as if her very strength had been drained from her.

“Right away, Young Miss.” Xiaoman went to the wardrobe, retrieved a soft, high-quality printed nightgown, and laid it on the bed.

Huo Jianan’s voice remained calm. “That’s all. You can go back to sleep. I’ll change myself.”

Xiaoman left, closing the door behind her. Huo Jianan slowly changed into the clean nightgown, immediately feeling fresher and more comfortable.

She rose from the bed, transferred to her wheelchair, and draped a thick blanket over herself before rolling out onto the balcony.

In Changbin, mid-December, the early morning wind carried a biting chill.

The world was eerily silent. Even the dark sky seemed to exude a profound coldness, while the stars shone with particular brilliance.

In the original story, Ruan Nianning, realizing she had avenged the wrong person, had walked onto this very balcony, climbed over the railing, and leaped.

How bitterly ironic and cruel it must be for someone who had sacrificed everything for vengeance to discover, in the end, that she had utterly failed in her quest.

Just thinking about it made Huo Jianan’s heart ache.

She sat in her wheelchair, staring down at the spot where Ruan Nianning had lost her life. She took a deep breath, her hands gripping the wheelchair’s armrests tightly beneath the blanket, and remained seated for a long time at the place where Ruan Nianning had fallen.

With a ding, her phone lit up. Huo Jianan picked it up and swiped to unlock it.

It was a message from Ruan Nianning:

[ I’m back at the hotel. Are you asleep? ]

Huo Jianan’s lips curved into a smile as she replied:

[ No, I’m just looking at the stars on the balcony. ]

Ruan Nianning sent three voice messages in quick succession:

[It’s freezing out there! Are you still looking at the stars?! Are you trying to catch a cold?! Hurry back inside!]

Huo Jianan felt her mood lift inexplicably. Imagining that lively little wolf pup, baring its teeth and dancing playfully, softened her heart.

She resolved firmly that this time, she would not let tragedy befall Ruan Nianning again. She hoped her Wolfie would forever remain happy, baring her teeth and dancing playfully.

[Okay, then I’ll go back and sleep.]

She sent a second message:

[ Wife, it’s almost Christmas. Can I come visit you in a few days? ]

Soon, she received Ruan Nianning’s reply:

[ Yes, I’ll be waiting for you. ]

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