Transmigrated as the Disabled Alpha Wife of the Black Moonlight and She Said She Loves Me - Chapter 39

The week passed quickly, and it was Friday again. At noon, Meng Xien came to find Huo Jianan. “Don’t go out this afternoon. There’s a business meeting followed by a banquet. You’ll be coming with me.”

Since taking over management of the business, Jianan knew she couldn’t avoid business networking. She needed to get to know and establish connections with key figures. This was Sister Meng’s way of formally sending her out into the world. Jianan nodded and asked, “Do I need to change?”

“No, you look perfect as you are.” Meng Xien glanced at Min Jiru’s desk outside the office. “This is a formal business event. Bring your assistant along. She can look after you when I’m not by your side.”

“Alright, I’ll let her know later.”

The meeting was held at a five-star hotel in Changbin. After nearly three hours of tedious proceedings, a business banquet in the form of a cocktail reception followed.

Many attendees were meeting Huo Jianan for the first time—the beloved granddaughter of Xu Weiyi—and came forward to greet her.

The Huo family wielded immense influence in Changbin. Everyone wanted to meet a member of the Huo family when they appeared in public. But upon meeting Jianan, their gazes inevitably drifted to her wheelchair, then lingered on her legs encased in trousers.

As more people came to greet them, the gazes naturally fell upon Huo Jianan’s legs.

Meng Xien took a small sip of her champagne, glancing sideways at Huo Jianan in her wheelchair. She couldn’t help but worry whether Jianan could handle this kind of social gathering.

Fortunately, Huo Jianan greeted everyone with grace and a warm smile, showing no sign of anger or displeasure at the stares on her legs. When she learned one of the guests was the owner of a pharmaceutical company, she even joked, “President Qian, it would be wonderful if you could develop a miraculous cure that would let my legs stand again.”

President Qian chuckled heartily. “I wish! If we could create such a drug, not only would Miss Huo be able to stand, but our company’s profits would multiply tenfold!”

Huo Jianan replied politely, “Then President Qian’s company would be truly remarkable. Even Huo Corporation can only look on in envy.”

“Oh no, no,” President Qian said, clearly flustered by the compliment. “We couldn’t possibly compare to Huo Corporation.”

Meng Xien’s lips curved into a pleased smile, relieved. Reflecting on Huo Jianan’s performance at the reception today—or rather, her behavior since the wedding—it had surpassed everyone’s expectations. She had become optimistic, outgoing, and confident, a complete transformation from the person she was before marriage.

Could marrying someone you love really change so much?

Perhaps it could. Who wouldn’t want to bring happiness to the person they truly love?

Meng Xien raised her gaze and glanced toward Huo Jianan again, only to see Min Jiru crouch down and gently pluck a tuft of snow-white fluff from Huo Jianan’s pants. The business gala was teeming with attendees—either heirs to Changbin’s major corporations or the true powerholders themselves. In this opulent gathering, the tuft of white fluff was likely a stray from someone else’s clothing, accidentally caught on her.

“Thank you. I’m sorry for bothering you with such a trivial matter,” Huo Jianan said politely.

Min Jiru looked up with a soft smile, her clear eyes brimming with youthful charm and vivacity. Her honey-bright hair made Huo Jianan’s porcelain skin glow even more radiantly, like sunlight reflecting off pristine lake water.

“It’s no trouble at all, just a small gesture,” Min Jiru replied. To her, Miss Huo was simply someone in need of assistance, not because she was the boss or the Huo Family Young Miss, but because she was a disabled person with mobility challenges.

Meng Xien’s eyes darkened slightly. Lowering her gaze, she grabbed another glass of champagne from a passing waiter and downed it in one gulp.

“CEO Meng, you’ve got quite the drinking stamina,” the woman said, her soft, melodious voice carrying an unhidden charm and fondness. She was a young and beautiful woman, around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with long, flowing waves of hair and vibrant red lips.

Huo Jianan recognized her: Sun Yi, the heiress of the Sunfeng Group, who had just spoken at the conference earlier. Grandmother Huo had mentioned her before when pressuring Sister Meng about marriage, hinting that Sun Yi might have an interest in her.

“Shall we go over there for a drink?” Sun Yi invited.

“Sure,” Meng Xien agreed readily, following Sun Yi to a corner near the floor-to-ceiling window. The banquet was held at the Cloud Top Restaurant in Changbin’s most luxurious hotel, where the panoramic view of the city’s vibrant night skyline stretched out before them.

Sun Yi turned and grabbed two glasses of red wine from the table, handing one to Meng Xien and keeping the other for herself. They clinked glasses and began drinking and chatting amiably.

The two figures—Meng Xien, the cold and beautiful Alpha, and Sun Yi, the sensual and captivating Omega—stood side by side before the window, their red and black outfits complementing each other perfectly against the backdrop of the city lights.

Whispers rippled through the crowd:

“Sun Yi is stunning! She ignored all those men earlier. Looks like she’s got her eye on Meng Xien now.”

“An Alpha as accomplished as Meng Xien being single is truly rare.”

“It’s a pity she isn’t a blood member of the Huo family. Otherwise, with her looks and status, she could have any Omega she desired.”

“What a shame she doesn’t carry the Huo surname. Otherwise, she would have been married long ago, and no one else would be scheming to marry their daughters to her.”

“If she were part of the Huo family, given Xu Weiyi’s high regard for her, I would have already married my daughter to her!”

“You think you’d get a chance? I’d snatch her up before you could even blink, ha ha ha!”

Huo Jianan listened, secretly astonished. Thank goodness I’m disabled, she thought. Otherwise, how many people would be vying to marry their daughters to me?!

Min Jiru watched the pair standing by the window, their soft laughter and occasional clinking of glasses filling the air. Sun Yi’s eyes sparkled, her beauty radiating as she exchanged glances with Meng Xien. Even Meng Xien, usually aloof and distant, wore a faint smile, her thin lips curving slightly.

Throughout it all, Meng Xien never once glanced in Min Jiru’s direction.

Min Jiru stared blankly at the dazzling pair, their eyes locked only on each other. Her face turned pale, and her hands, which had been hanging at her sides, clenched the hem of her skirt.

Huo Jianan glanced at her assistant, whose face was deathly pale and expression vacant. “Assistant Min, are you alright? You don’t look well.”

“I’m fine, just a little chilly from the air conditioning.”

Cold enough to make her heart clench.

The banquet ended around 9 PM. “Assistant Min,” Huo Jianan said, “which neighborhood on Xingguang Road do you live in? I’ll have the driver take a detour and drop you off first.”

“No need to trouble you, President Huo,” Min Jiru replied. “I’ll just call a taxi. Thank you.”

“What’s going on?” Meng Xien approached.

“Sister Meng, I’m going to take Assistant Min home first. She doesn’t look well.”

Meng Xien turned to look at Min Jiru, who had already lowered her head, a faint blush coloring her pale cheeks as she stood rigidly. She looked like a startled little bird with tangled feet, unable to move.

Huo Jianan observed this silently. So my little assistant is terrified of Sister Meng.

“Where do you live?” Meng Xien asked.

“She lives on Xingguang Road,” Huo Jianan answered, still not used to acting like a proper boss.

“I’ll take her home,” Meng Xien said. “Jianan, you can go ahead and leave.”

Huo Jianan hadn’t expected Meng Xien to volunteer. “Okay, then I’ll leave it to you, Sister Meng.” She added in a whisper, “Sister Meng, don’t keep that frosty expression. You might scare her.”

Meng Xien, her face impassive, watched Min Jiru give a silent, expressionless nod.

Huo Jianan: “……”

Forget it. Sister Meng probably isn’t like this with others; she must be targeting Assistant Min. Could they have a grudge? No, that can’t be it—she wouldn’t offer to take her home if they were enemies.

Just then, Min Jiru’s phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID, then nervously glanced at Meng Xien and Huo Jianan before apologetically signaling that she needed to take the call.

Huo Jianan said kindly, “Go ahead.”

Min Jiru turned away, took a few steps, and lowered her voice, sounding reluctant. “You don’t need to pick me up. Really, you don’t. I won’t be going…” After a few hurried words, she hung up and walked back.

Meng Xien remarked, “Is your wealthy boyfriend coming to pick you up? I wonder which noble family he’s from. I hope they’re at the banquet tonight. We might get to meet him.”

Her tone was calm, devoid of any discernible emotion, yet Huo Jianan couldn’t help but detect a trace of insinuated mockery.

Min Jiru lowered her head, biting her lip, her fingertips picking at the strap of her bag. She remained silent.

Is this supposed to be tacit agreement?

Meng Xien suddenly grew impatient. “Jianan, since someone’s here to pick up Miss Min, we don’t need to interfere. Let’s go. We can have another drink when we get back.”

Huo Jianan, unexpectedly thrust into the role of hostess, replied, “Oh, sure, sure… Assistant Min, you wait for your boyfriend. We’ll be on our way.”

The parking lot was nearly half-empty, with two luxury cars parked side by side. Huo Jianan’s modified vehicle allowed her wheelchair to be easily rolled in. Just as she settled in, she heard Meng Xien say from behind, “Jianan, you go home first. I’ll stay here and rest a bit before going back.”

Huo Jianan assumed she was feeling unwell from drinking. “Sister Meng, why don’t you come home and rest? I’ll have Xiao Tao prepare something to help you sober up.”

“No need. I just want to get some fresh air and rest for a while.”

Her calm eyes were dark and lonely, exuding a sudden detachment, making her seem utterly alone and dejected.

Huo Jianan paused, then gave up trying to cheer up. “I’ll head home now, Sister Meng. You should get back soon too.”

Meng Xien noticed the worry in Jianan’s eyes. She raised an eyebrow and smiled reassuringly. “Don’t worry. Go home quickly. Just don’t make me worry about you.”

Huo Jianan drove away.

Meng Xien leaned back against the rear seat, rolling down the window a crack. She closed her eyes wearily, suppressing all the emotions swirling within her.

Seeing his boss resting, the driver turned on the air conditioning, got out of the car, and sat quietly by a flower bed, scrolling through his phone.

After a while, Meng Xien opened her eyes, shaking off the distant chill. She called out to the driver, “Let’s go. Home.”

The car slowly pulled out of the parking lot, passing the hotel entrance.

Inside, the lobby glowed with opulence. Just beyond the threshold, the corridor dimmed, the air growing colder. A petite figure stood against the light, backlit by the glow, braving the wind.

Her hair whipped wildly in the breeze. Arms crossed, the girl occasionally tamed stray strands as she scanned the road for a taxi.

“Stop the car.”

Hearing Meng Xien’s instructions, the driver slowly brought the car to a stop, positioning it directly in front of the young woman.

Meng Xien rolled down the window, gazing at Min Jiru, who stood in the wind. A faint smile played on her lips. “Your boyfriend seems to be running late.”

Min Jiru clearly hadn’t expected to be caught by Meng Xien. Shock filled her clear eyes, and she shivered in the cold wind like an unprepared, startled bunny, her face flushing with embarrassment.

Noticing her discomfort, Meng Xien said, “If you don’t mind, get in the car.”

Min Jiru remained frozen, seemingly hesitating whether to enter.

“You think I’m going to eat you? Get in!” The last two words carried an unmistakable air of authority. Meng Xien shifted deeper into the seat.

The car door opened and closed, shutting out the cold. The warm air inside quickly enveloped Min Jiru, easing her frozen tension. But when she felt Meng Xien’s gaze on her, her body tensed again.

“Where do you live?”

“No. 26, Xingguang Road, Hefeng Court,” the young woman replied softly.

Meng Xien instructed the driver, “Take us there first, then home.”

“Understood, Miss Meng.”

After a long silence, Min Jiru lowered her head, lost in thought for a moment. She then turned slightly to gaze out the window, never daring to look in Meng Xien’s direction.

An eerie quiet settled over the car, the driver focused intently on the road ahead, not daring to glance sideways.

After a while, Meng Xien’s voice drifted through the air, her tone unreadable. “It’s clear you love this bag very much.”

“Hmm?” Min Jiru replied, startled.

“You’ve been clutching it so tightly, you’re about to snap the strap.”

Min Jiru nearly jumped out of her seat, hastily releasing her grip on the bag.

She might have imagined it, but she thought she heard a faint chuckle. When she mustered the courage to turn around, she saw Meng Xien leaning back in the seat, eyes closed as if already asleep.

Min Jiru pressed her lips together and settled back into her seat quietly. She no longer clutched the bag, her hands resting calmly on her lap like a model student. Occasionally, while pretending to look out the window at the passing scenery, she stole glances at the sleeping Meng Xien. Then she lowered her head, a subtle smile playing on her lips like a kitten that had just caught a small fish.

After about twenty minutes, the car pulled up in front of an upscale residential complex.

Meng Xien, who had apparently woken up, glanced out the window. “Is this the place?”

“This is it,” Min Jiru said. “I’m here. Thank you.”

She opened the car door and stepped out, only to find Meng Xien also getting out from the other side.

The driver didn’t ask her to leave; he simply waited quietly.

Under the streetlight, Meng Xien, dressed in a crimson evening gown, stood with the hem of her dress gently swaying in the breeze. Her hair danced in the wind, revealing glimpses of her snow-white shoulders and delicate collarbone. She was beautiful and alluring, like a rose blooming in the night, her reserved elegance and intense allure blending harmoniously.

“I’ll walk you inside,” Meng Xien said.

“You… you don’t have to,” Min Jiru stammered, her pale face flushing with a soft blush as she lowered her head nervously.

“Don’t worry,” Meng Xien said with a mocking curl of her lips. “I’m just ensuring your safety by seeing you to the door. You don’t still think, after all these years, that I’m still hung up on you, do you?”

Min Jiru’s face went deathly pale. She stood frozen, tears welling in her clear eyes and quickly overflowing. But she gritted her teeth, refusing to let them fall.

“Thank you… you don’t need to walk me in,” the girl said, her voice trembling. She turned and walked away, at first clumsy and hesitant, but her steps quickened until she was practically fleeing.

Meng Xien’s gaze remained fixed on Jianan, watching her flee, wipe away her tears, and maintain her ramrod-straight posture.

Under the streetlight, Meng Xien stood motionless, rooted to the spot, her curled fingertips digging into her palms as she watched the frail, wounded figure disappear into the distance.

Huo Jianan had just finished bathing and was about to steel herself to administer injections to her legs when someone knocked on the door.

It was Meng Xien’s voice. “Jianan, are you asleep?”

Huo Jianan quickly hid the medication. “No, Sister Meng, come in.”

Ten minutes later, the two women went downstairs to the bar.

This was the villa’s social area, complete with a fully equipped bar, lighting, projection system, and sound system—perfect for hosting a party.

Meng Xien poured Jianan a glass of red wine, then filled her own glass.

Huo Jianan, summoned to keep her company, looked bewildered. It was clear that Meng Xien was troubled, deeply troubled. She hadn’t even changed out of her red evening gown from the banquet.

In the blink of an eye, Meng Xien had already downed three glasses.

Huo Jianan watched her with concern. “Sister Meng, drink slowly. Be careful you don’t get drunk.”

“It’s fine. This won’t get me drunk.” She opened a new bottle, poured herself a glass, and cradled the stemware between her fingertips. “Getting drunk isn’t bad. When you’re drunk, you don’t have to think about anything.”

Huo Jianan: “…” She clinked glasses with Meng Xien, then downed her own glass in one gulp.

“You should drink less,” Meng Xien said, frowning. Huo Jianan was different; with her leg condition, even simple tasks like using the restroom or getting a drink of water became difficult if she got drunk.

“It’s fine. Just one more. Nianning isn’t here to nag me, so I might as well enjoy a drink.” Huo Jianan smiled, refilling Meng Xien’s glass before topping up her own.

“Missing your wife?” Meng Xien asked with a grin.

Huo Jianan had spoken casually, but Meng Xien’s question touched a soft spot in her heart. She realized she did miss Wolfie. If she were home, the three of them would be drinking together, chatting, laughing, and singing carelessly when tipsy, forgetting all their troubles.

Thinking this, Huo Jianan quickly stopped herself. Singing at midnight? she thought. Won’t we disturb Grandmother’s sleep? She was afraid her grandmother wouldn’t know they were making such a racket.

“Do you know?” Meng Xien’s voice drifted. “Sometimes I envy you.”

Huo Jianan snapped back to reality, realizing the second bottle of wine had disappeared at some point. She stopped Meng Xien from opening a third bottle and picked up a piece of dried beef jerky from the small snacks on the table, offering it to her.

Meng Xien reluctantly accepted it, quickly popping it into her mouth, temporarily halting her drinking.

Huo Jianan asked, “What do you envy about me? My status as the Huo Family Young Miss?”

“Mm, I envy your surname. You’re a true member of the Huo Family.”

Huo Jianan was slightly taken aback by Meng Xien’s blunt honesty.

Meng Xien opened another bottle this time, pouring only a small amount for Huo Jianan before silently downing glass after glass herself.

She wanted to get drunk, but her mind remained crystal clear.

Meng Xien, you don’t have the Huo surname! You’re not a true member of the Huo Family, so stop pestering my daughter!

You’re just a pitiful freeloader! If my maternal aunt hadn’t kindly adopted you, you’d have nothing! You’d be starving on the streets!

My daughter is destined to marry into a wealthy family! She’ll become a Young Madam! Do you understand?

“My daughter has a proper boyfriend, the young master of the Zhao family! You’re just a pitiful creature with nothing to your name—what do you even count for?”

After a barrage of scornful taunts from the middle-aged woman, a tiny, tearful, and heart-wrenching voice emerged:

“Xien, I’m sorry. Just forget about me.”

She would never forget that she was the abandoned one, the pitiful creature.

Red wine dripped from her trembling lips onto her snow-white neck, sliding down into her collar, but she didn’t care.

This Meng Xien was nothing like the cold, composed, aloof CEO Meng—reserved and rarely smiling.

“Sister Meng, are you alright?” Huo Jianan asked, looking at her with concern, unable to bear it.

Meng Xien, who had drunk six bottles of wine, sat with disheveled hair covering half of her pale, beautiful face. Her bloodshot eyes brimmed with tears, the light refracting through the glistening drops, yet she continued to desperately hold back her tears.

But just as too much of anything becomes unbearable, so too do tears.

As her eyes grew redder, a single tear finally splattered onto the table, followed by a second, a third…

Huo Jianan silently pushed the tissue box on the table toward Meng Xien.

Meng Xien sniffled, took two tissues, and wiped away her tears. Her reddened eyes managed a forced smile. “Thank you…” Her voice was thick with a nasal tone.

“Sister Meng, did something sad happen to you?” Meng Xien asked.

Meng Xien wiped the corners of her eyes, regaining her usual calm detachment. A self-mocking smile tugged at her lips. “It’s nothing. Just got dumped, that’s all.”

What?!

Huo Jianan was shocked. “Sister Meng, with your qualities, how could anyone dump you?”

Meng Xien curled her lip. “Why wouldn’t I get dumped?”

“But… someone like you, Sister Meng, is one-of-a-kind in all of Changbin! If they don’t want you, they must be either blind or stupid.”

Meng Xien: “She’s neither blind nor stupid.”

Huo Jianan suddenly had a realization. “Sister Meng, don’t tell me… you’re acting like those cheating scum?”

In Changbin, there were plenty of wealthy playboys, always hanging out in nightclubs and surrounded by beauties.

Meng Xien chuckled wryly. “I wish I could be that carefree, but I just can’t seem to master it.”

She moved to open another bottle of wine, but this time Huo Jianan gently held her wrist. “Sister Meng, please don’t drink anymore. Don’t make Grandmother and me worry about you.”

Meng Xien paused, her eyes welling up again as she turned to look at Huo Jianan. Her gaze, deep and moist, held a flickering light that seemed to carry the weight of time and distance, as if she were gazing across a vast expanse of time and circumstance.

Huo Jianan felt a sudden pang in her heart. The Meng Xien before her evoked an indescribable feeling, as if she were both incredibly close, within arm’s reach, yet also impossibly distant, fading into the mist of time.

“Jianan, you and Aunt Xu are the dearest and most important people in my life.”

Huo Jianan looked at her with a complex expression, touched by the sentiment. Even knowing that in the original story, Meng Xien had conspired with Ruan Nianning to harm her, she still believed that the words spoken now were genuine.

“Sister Meng, it’s the same for me. I’ve always considered you my closest sister.”

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