Transmigrated as the Disabled Alpha Wife of the Black Moonlight and She Said She Loves Me - Chapter 43.1

Under the dim streetlight, a woman stumbled out and rushed into the motor vehicle lane. In the darkness, two beams of light shot out as a car hurtled straight toward her.

The next moment, covered in blood, the woman staggered to her feet. As if sensing someone behind her, she stiffly turned around.

Ruan Nianning saw the bloodstained face and cried out in shock, “Mom!”

But her throat felt glued shut. No matter how hard she strained, she couldn’t make a sound. The single word “Mom” was trapped deep in her throat, silenced by some unseen force.

She watched her mother, her body stiff and contorted, slowly shuffle toward her in an awkward, jerky motion. Her mouth opened and closed, as if trying to speak.

Ruan Nianning couldn’t move. Frozen in place, she couldn’t lift her legs, extend her arms, or even twitch a finger. Helpless, she could only wait as her mother slowly approached.

One step, two steps, three steps… Though each movement was clumsy and labored, the distance between them gradually narrowed.

When they were close enough, Ruan Nianning finally heard her mother’s rasping words: “Take care of your father.”

Beneath the wheels, an arm rose up, deathly pale and devoid of any sign of life. With each pass of the vehicle, the arm trembled—once, twice—until it finally slumped down, never to rise again.

Trapped in her nightmare, Ruan Nianning screamed hoarsely, tears blurring her vision and sticking to her disheveled hair. She wailed hysterically, “Mom! Mom! Stop! You demon! Stop! Stop!”

Huff… huff… huff… Ruan Nianning’s eyes snapped open. Above her was a snow-white ceiling, and below, a massive abstract painting on the wall—a piece she’d once derided for its incomprehensible mess of lines.

She was at the Lizhou Hotel. The nightmarish scene she’d just witnessed had been nothing more than a dream.

Her heart pounded violently, her neck slick with sweat. Gasping for breath, she reached up with trembling, pale fingers to wipe her face. The skin beneath her fingertips felt smooth and cold—no trace of the tears that had drenched her cheeks in her dream.

Ruan Nianning slowly lowered her hand. She sat huddled on the bed, her arms wrapped around her knees, for a long time, until the helpless feeling from her dream gradually faded. Only then did she stiffly turn her neck, reach into the box of tissues on the bedside table, and wipe the sweat from her forehead and neck.

When Huo Jianan entered the bedroom from the living room, she found Ruan Nianning sitting on the bed with her head buried in her arms, her back exposed to the air. She was only wearing a thin tank dress, leaving her neck and arms bare and vulnerable. Even with the hotel’s heating on, such light clothing could easily lead to a cold.

Seeing Ruan Nianning curled up, Huo Jianan felt a pang of tenderness. She maneuvered her wheelchair to the bedside, reached out to pat her arm, and asked softly, “Wife, what’s wrong?”

Ruan Nianning’s head snapped up. As her gaze focused on the person before her, a sudden blaze of fury erupted from her eyes. “Don’t touch me!” she snarled, her icy glare chilling to the bone.

Huo Jianan froze, startled by the hatred in those eyes. Her hand hovered in mid-air for several seconds before she slowly withdrew it, curling her fingers and resting them on her paralyzed legs.

Ruan Nianning’s reaction was pure hatred, her eyes filled with unmasked loathing and disgust. It could only mean that, for a moment, bone-deep hatred and terrifying killing intent had flooded her heart, the fury making her forget to conceal it.

Watching Huo Jianan silently push her wheelchair away, hearing her barely audible sigh, and seeing her slender, upright figure maneuver around the end of the bed to leave alone, Ruan Nianning suddenly realized something. As if waking from a dream, she reached out and called out in her raspy voice, “Jianan.”

The wheelchair stopped. Huo Jianan turned to look at her, a faint smile lifting her overly pale face. Her gaze was clear and gentle, as if she hadn’t been the one just yelled at, as if she hadn’t been the one startled by hatred.

She simply smiled warmly at Ruan Nianning, her eyes asking, Wife, are you feeling better?

Ruan Nianning’s heart ached. She threw off the quilt and jumped out of bed, stumbling across the floor to embrace Huo Jianan. “I’m sorry, I… I didn’t mean to yell at you. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have snapped at you.”

Ruan Nianning froze, then let out a helpless chuckle, her eyes misting over. Through the hazy blur, she nodded emphatically. “Who told you to touch me first thing in the morning when I’ve just woken up?”

She was wearing a strapless dress, leaving her chest nearly exposed. As she bent over to embrace Huo Jianan, a fleeting glimpse of her cleavage was revealed. Earlier, in her panic, she hadn’t noticed, but now, as they separated slightly, Huo Jianan’s casual glance took in the full, snow-white expanse of her breasts.

“You… um, maybe you should lie down in bed. Don’t catch a cold,” Huo Jianan said, averting her gaze awkwardly. Though Ruan Nianning couldn’t see her expression, the delicate pink tips of Huo Jianan’s exposed ears grew increasingly crimson, their vibrant hue rivaling the allure of peach blossoms.

“Mm,” Ruan Nianning agreed readily, releasing her grip on Huo Jianan’s shoulder. As her fingers withdrew, they brushed against those charming, pink ear tips, perhaps unintentionally.

Huo Jianan shook her head, wheeled her chair over to the bed, and reached out to tuck the quilt properly around her, tucking the edges securely.

Ruan Nianning allowed her to tuck her arm under the quilt and tuck the edges, simply gazing up at her with watery eyes, utterly pliant.

“Go back to sleep, Wife. Get some more rest.”

Ruan Nianning murmured in agreement. She was genuinely exhausted, her head heavy and throbbing slightly. Just as she was drifting off, she suddenly remembered something. “No, I have scenes today. I need to go to the set.”

She struggled a little, her headache worsening. Huo Jianan leaned over, pressing her hand to Ruan Nianning’s forehead. She withdrew it and pressed it to her own forehead, then exclaimed, “Wife, you have a fever! How do you feel?”

“Headache, dizzy.”

“Young Miss, are you feeling unwell?”

“It’s not me, it’s the Young Madam. Hurry and come back quickly. Be efficient.”

“Yes, Young Miss.”

After giving instructions to Xiaoman, Huo Jianan turned and poured a cup of warm water for Ruan Nianning. “Wife, drink some water. When you have a cold, you need to drink plenty of warm fluids.”

Ruan Nianning struggled to sit up, took the cup, and drank slowly. “I’m sorry for making you, someone with mobility issues, take care of me instead,” she said apologetically.

Huo Jianan smiled. “My legs are disabled, not my hands or brain. Why can’t I take care of you?”

After Ruan Nianning finished drinking, Huo Jianan picked up the phone Ruan Nianning had left on the table. “Wife, may I use your phone? I’ll call the director and ask for time off.”

The phone was password-protected. Instead of asking for the password, Huo Jianan simply held the phone out to Ruan Nianning, letting her unlock it herself.

“Password: 123407,” Ruan Nianning said.

A flicker of surprise crossed Huo Jianan’s eyes. She hadn’t expected Ruan Nianning to simply give her the password.

“Search the recent calls, Director Zhang,” Ruan Nianning instructed.

Huo Jianan quickly spotted Director Zhang among the recent calls, and out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Song Shiyu’s name second on the list.

Huo Jianan dialed Director Zhang, and the call connected promptly. She glanced at Ruan Nianning, then turned away to request time off. “Director Zhang, I’m terribly sorry. This is Huo Jianan, Nianning’s wife. Nianning has a fever of 39 degrees today and needs to rest in bed. We’d like to request a day off.” She apologized again for the inconvenience to the filming and the production team.

As the Young Miss of the Changbin Huo Corporation, her status was significant, and her polite manner naturally compelled Director Zhang to agree.

Lying in bed, Ruan Nianning listened to Huo Jianan’s conversation with Director Zhang. She realized that Jianan wasn’t just kind-hearted; she was also remarkably articulate. During her last visit to the set, at a dinner with Director Zhang, several assistant directors, and producers, Jianan hadn’t appeared timid or nervous. Instead, she had greeted everyone with composure and poise.

As her thoughts spiraled, Ruan Nianning’s headache intensified, her feverish mind teetering on the brink of collapse. Before blacking out, she felt a sudden, burning curiosity: What exactly happened to Jianan?

This time, she vowed to get to the bottom of it. She had to find out!

Before she could finish the thought, Ruan Nianning’s eyelids grew heavy, and she slipped into unconsciousness.

She wasn’t sure how much time had passed when she faintly heard someone call out, “Wife, it’s time for your medicine. Take it first, then go back to sleep.”

She felt herself being propped up, a pillow placed behind her back, and a soft sweater draped over her shoulders.

Ruan Nianning instinctively sniffed the air, but she didn’t detect that clean, comforting scent of sunlight—like freshly dried bedding, a fragrance she always associated with comfort.

Huo Jianan’s voice rang out, “There you go, Xiaoman. You can go eat now and look after Niuniu. I’ll stay here and keep the Young Madam company.”

Ruan Nianning slowly opened her eyes, the haze in her vision still lingering. “What time is it?”

“It’s 11:30. Come on, take your medicine first. Once you’ve taken it, get a good night’s sleep, and we’ll go eat together after you’ve rested.” Huo Jianan, seated in her wheelchair, adjusted her posture and held out the medicine. She took a small sip, finding it perfectly warm—neither too hot nor too cold, though slightly bitter. She carefully offered the cup to Ruan Nianning. “Drink up. Warm medicine is most effective when taken hot.”

Ruan Nianning obediently nodded, took the cup, and sipped slowly. Each mouthful was deliberate, almost feline—no, even more restrained than a cat’s.

Huo Jianan watched from the side, noticing how the usually feisty Ruan Nianning, now sick, was soft and docile, even rather adorable.

After Ruan Nianning finished her medicine, Huo Jianan, without waiting for permission, slipped a piece of richly creamy milk candy into the kitten’s mouth.

“Good girl for taking your medicine. Here’s a reward.”

Last time Huo Jianan treated the entire crew to bubble tea, by the time her manager found out, it was already too late. He proceeded to chew her out over the phone, his tone filled with a mixture of pity and exasperation.

Now, unexpectedly rewarded with the sweet treat, Ruan Nianning savored the sugary flavor as it slid from the tip of her tongue straight to her heart, causing her lips to curl into a smile. Yet her fair, upturned nose wrinkled, adopting a fierce expression.

“Exactly! I’m trying to fatten you up. While you’re sick and can’t fight back, I have to take advantage and feed you until you’re a big fat girl.”

Huo Jianan pinched the adorable tip of her nose.

Ruan Nianning, looking so frail and vulnerable in her sickly state, truly seemed like someone ripe for teasing.

Ruan Nianning lay back down, muttering inwardly, “What a vicious woman!”

“Don’t you know? A woman’s heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea—sharp and unpredictable. Now that you’ve seen how sharp it is, tell me if that’s not vicious and cruel.” After tucking Ruan Nianning in properly, Huo Jianan tucked the blanket tightly around her.

“The vicious woman tells you, yes, you have a fever—39 degrees Celsius.”

“Really 39 degrees?”

“Of course. I took your temperature twice with a digital thermometer—38.9 degrees.”

“I thought you were just pretending for Director Zhang. Your acting is so good.”

“Nonsense. I’m not a professional actor. I just estimated based on how I felt—it seemed close to 39 degrees.”

“You’re quite good at estimating.”

Huo Jianan looked slightly pleased with herself. “I’m pretty accurate at estimating distances, time, and temperature.”

Ruan Nianning had been sleeping with her eyes closed, but something must have occurred to her, as her eyes suddenly widened and her heart skipped a beat. “Huo Jianan, you’re not… an alien, are you?”

Huo Jianan chuckled at her. “What are you thinking? If I were an alien with superpowers, that would be great! But I’m just an ordinary Earthling. In a few days, I’m going back to Changbin for a physical exam. I’ll show you the report then.”

Ruan Nianning stared intently into Huo Jianan’s eyes, noticing her relaxed expression and natural demeanor—nothing like someone lying or deliberately putting on an act.

“Are you going for a physical?”

“Yeah, I’ll get checked out when I return to Changbin.” Seeing Ruan Nianning’s hesitant expression, Huo Jianan quickly added, “Don’t get any wrong ideas. I’m a good girl—I haven’t been fooling around.”

Ruan Nianning found her reaction amusing. “Who’s getting any wrong ideas? Since you’re getting a physical, make sure they check everything—MRI, DNA, everything they can test.”

“Got it, Wife.” Huo Jianan thought to herself, Wife wants me to get a thorough check-up. She really cares about me.

Meanwhile, Ruan Nianning was thinking, Right, have Huo Jianan get extra tests. That should definitively prove whether she’s an alien or not.

By the time she woke up, it was almost 4 a.m. The sun had risen at some point and was now setting, its slanting rays casting across the room.

Huo Jianan, who had been sitting by her bedside, wheeled closer when she saw her awake. “You’re awake. Feeling better?”

“Mm.”

“Still a headache?”

Huo Jianan took a thermometer and measured her forehead temperature: 36.5°C.

“Your fever’s gone. Get a good night’s sleep and you should be fine.”

Ruan Nianning was drenched in sweat—her chest, armpits, and neck were all clammy, and a large patch of her quilt was soaked. Her hair clung to her neck. After sweating it out, she felt refreshed and much better. But the fastidious Ruan Nianning couldn’t bear the sticky sweat and insisted on washing her hair and taking a bath.

Huo Jianan stopped her. “Don’t rush to wash. You might catch a chill. When I was little and sick, my mom wouldn’t let me bathe right away either. And she always made me eat that liver soup I hate.”

Ruan Nianning couldn’t help but chuckle. “Why did she make you eat liver soup?”

“Supposedly it’s good for building qi and blood. The Old Madam is really stubborn about those ‘tonic’ foods.”

Huo Jianan was referring to her mother, who was now 52 and three years away from retirement. Huo Jianan sighed, her mood suddenly turning somber. In that world, her mother nearing retirement would discover her daughter was gone—bereaved parents burying their children. She’d likely weep herself into a faint.

Though it felt a little strange, Ruan Nianning didn’t dwell on it.