Transmigrated as the Disabled Alpha Wife of the Black Moonlight and She Said She Loves Me - Chapter 44
The bar was packed, the dance floor crowded. Under the dim, suggestive lighting, men and women danced intimately, lost in the wild revelry. It was Christmas Day, yet the crowd remained as dense as the previous night’s celebration.
Min Jiru gripped the steering wheel, answering a call through her Bluetooth headset. The voice on the other end ranted impatiently.
Her expression remained neutral, betraying nothing. Yet her eyes were dark and lifeless, calm and numb.
The man on the phone sounded drunk. “Min Jiru, you’re going too far! Am I your fiancé or not? Yesterday, on Christmas Eve, you claimed to be working overtime when I tried to see you. Today, when I asked for a video call, you said you had urgent business to attend to. What’s going on? Who are you meeting?”
Min Jiru’s face remained impassive. “I’m going to pick up Qian Lu. She’s drunk at the bar and called me for a ride.”
The man paused, his voice strained. “…Qian Lu?”
“Don’t tell me you don’t recognize her. Haven’t you met her several times?”
He quickly recovered. “No, of course I recognize her! Yes, yes, I know her.”
The car pulled into the parking lot of True Colors Bar, and Min Jiru got out. The man on the phone continued to vent his grievances and fire questions at her. Her chest tightened with panic, feeling suffocated. She pulled the phone away, briefly retreating like an ostrich, until the man’s voice grew louder and louder through the receiver:
“Hello? Min Jiru, are you even listening? Hello? Hello?!”
Min Jiru brought the phone back to her ear, her calm voice devoid of any emotion. “Zhang Kai, while we’re still not married, let’s break up.”
The man erupted in fury, spewing a torrent of words: “What do you think you’re doing? I just made a small request, and you’re threatening to break up? Who doesn’t live together these days when they’re dating? You’re my fiancée. What’s wrong with my family wanting us to have a child soon? It’s inevitable anyway! Don’t forget, your mother’s business failed last year. Our family covered that 80 million yuan debt. You think you can just call off the engagement now? It’s not that easy!”
The man continued relentlessly, his tone growing increasingly venomous. “Don’t you have any sense of your place? You’re a Beta, and you think you’re entitled to marry into the Zhang family? If your mother hadn’t begged to form this alliance, and if you weren’t decent-looking, we wouldn’t have even considered it.”
“I’m here to pick up Qian Lu. I have to go,” Min Jiru snapped, hanging up on the man’s increasingly loud shouting.
The call came back immediately. She hung up again. Another call, another hangup. After several repeats, the man sent an angry text message:
You dare hang up on me! Just wait until you marry into the Zhang family—you’ll get what’s coming to you! So “pure” and “untouchable”? I’ve bedded every kind of woman out there! You’re just a Beta priced at eighty million.
Min Jiru trembled with rage, her teeth clenched so hard they ached. Her pale fingers shook uncontrollably as she fumbled with the phone, finally managing to turn it off after several attempts.
In the cold night air, the chill surged from all directions, rushing into her bones. Yet Min Jiru seemed oblivious to the cold. Her back remained ramrod straight as tears swirled in her reddened eyes, only to be swallowed back before they could fall, along with the humiliating, unspeakable shame.
Yes, I’m just a Beta. Why must I be a Beta?
Min Jiru sniffled and quickened her pace, practically fleeing into the True Colors Bar.
Later that evening, Meng Xien emerged from the bathroom with her hair wrapped in a towel. She walked to the window and carelessly dried her hair.
The night outside the window was dark, the sky a silent expanse of darkness, stars piercing through with a cold light.
Meng Xien stared blankly at the sky, unable to recall how many solitary Christmases she had spent in peaceful solitude.
Long ago, there had been someone by her side, her bright, lovely eyes sparkling as she exclaimed happily, “Xien, Merry Christmas! We have to celebrate Christmas together every year!”
“Mm-hmm!”
Even now, Meng Xien still remembered the young girl’s thin pink lips, so kissable.
The sweet, soft fragrance of those lips, mingled with the magical taste of her own pounding heart—after all these years, not only did Meng Xien remember it clearly, but she would also inadvertently savor it, just as she was doing now.
So, after all these years, the one she couldn’t forget was herself.
But that kiss, that embrace, that girl who promised to celebrate Christmas together every year… she was gone.
Meng Xien curled her lips in self-mockery, turned, and sat down on the sofa. Just as she was about to reach for a bottle of wine on the table, her phone rang.
It was True Colors Bar.
The manager’s attentive and courteous voice came through: “Miss Meng? I’m sorry to disturb you. The person you asked me to keep an eye on appeared today, and she seems to be in some trouble…”
When Min Jiru entered the bar, she carefully navigated through the crowd. Finally reaching the bar counter, she found Qian Lu, already so drunk she could barely sit upright.
The woman’s hair was disheveled, her face flushed crimson. She shoved at the man beside her, slurring, “What do you want?! I don’t even know you! Get lost! Leave me alone!”
Unfazed, the man draped his arm over her shoulder again. “It doesn’t matter if we don’t know each other now. After tonight, we’ll be acquainted.”
“Get off me! Go away…” Qian Lu pushed him drunkenly. The man grabbed her wrist, yanked her closer, and she stumbled into his arms.
“Deep Freeze, let go of me!” Qian Lu tried to struggle free, but the man held her fast. “Baby, come with me. I’ll make you feel good.”
As the man stood, dragging the drunken Qian Lu with him, Min Jiru appeared. She grabbed Qian Lu’s shoulders, yanking her back.
Qian Lu blinked sleepily, recognized her, and frowned. “Why did you take so long?”
Min Jiru ignored the slurred complaint and stood in front of the man. “What do you think you’re doing?!”
The man smirked. “Nothing much. Just making a friend since we’re all at the bar.” He sized up Min Jiru, his gaze growing more predatory as if he’d found a juicier target. “Hey, beautiful, since you’re here, why don’t you join me for a drink?”
“No need!” Min Jiru rejected him coldly. “My friend’s drunk. I’m taking her home.”
“What’s the hurry? Give me the courtesy of a drink. You’re much prettier than your friend. I wouldn’t mind having some fun together.” The man grinned lecherously, reaching out to stroke Min Jiru’s hair.
Before Min Jiru could dodge, Qian Lu suddenly shoved him. “You bastard! What do you mean by that? Who’s not as pretty as her?!”
Caught off guard by the sudden impact, the man stumbled backward, only to collide with someone who had just entered the bar.
The newcomer’s companions immediately erupted in curses. “Who the hell isn’t watching where they’re going and bumped into Young Master Zhuo?!” “Are you looking to die?” They steadied Young Master Zhuo while closing in on the clumsy man, raining slaps on his face.
The man clearly recognized Young Master Zhuo, and the shock sobered him instantly. “Young Master Zhuo, I’m sorry! It was all this bitch’s fault for pushing me!”
“Who are you calling a bitch?!” The drunken Qian Lu staggered forward, swinging her purse wildly. Though utterly inebriated, her flailing blows lacked the strength to land on the man, but instead struck one of Young Master Zhuo’s attendants.
“You drunken bitch! Who did you hit?”
“Watch where you’re going! You bumped into Young Master Zhuo! Apologize properly!”
Young Master Zhuo glared over with an annoyed expression, his face darkening. He had intended to head straight to the VIP room, but his gaze was drawn to a stunning figure illuminated by the spotlight.
He paused, his interest piqued by the girl who stood out like a snow-white swan among the dimly lit bar patrons. “Are you two together?” he asked.
“No,” Min Jiru replied. “I’m here to pick up my friend. We don’t know that man.”
Young Master Zhuo glanced at the man and drawled lazily, “Take him outside and sober him up.”
Two men immediately dragged the man away. The patrons of the bar seemed accustomed to such scenes and paid no attention. Young Master Zhuo signaled to one of his subordinates, who approached Min Jiru with a smile. “Beautiful, our Young Master always gets bumped into because of girls like you. Why don’t you have a few drinks with him to apologize? You might even make a friend. Our Young Master is very forgiving. With a beauty like you stepping in, there’s definitely no problem.”
Min Jiru frowned. “My friend was drunk and didn’t mean it. I apologize on her behalf. But I’m sorry, I need to take her home now. I won’t be staying.”
“Why are you leaving so early?” The group casually surrounded them. “You can’t just bump into Young Master Zhuo and leave without even offering an apology!”
Qian Lu suddenly straightened up, her expression indifferent. “Young Master Zhuo, huh? So you just want someone to drink with? Bring it on! Who’s afraid of a little drink?”
Young Master Zhuo smiled, glancing at Qian Lu before turning his attention to Min Jiru. The staff joined in the teasing, “Well? Your friend’s agreed. You wouldn’t refuse to show some face, would you?”
Min Jiru tugged at Qian Lu’s arm. “Lu Lu, you’ve had too much. Let me take you home.”
“Stop nagging! Young Master Zhuo’s treating us. We’ll have a few drinks with him.”
“Lu Lu! Lu Lu…”
The manager, watching from the side, knew he couldn’t handle Young Master Zhuo, but someone else might. He shot Min Jiru a glance before discreetly slipping away to make a call.
Half an hour later, Meng Xien escorted Min Jiru out of the bar. The manager called over two staff members to help Qian Lu, who was now so drunk she could barely speak.
Young Master Zhuo’s mood soured. “CEO Meng, you’ve got good taste. Your girlfriend’s quite pretty. If you’d mentioned she was yours earlier, I wouldn’t have let that disgusting piece of trash off so easily. Let’s have dinner together sometime.”
Meng Xien: “Sure, let’s have dinner. I’ll drink with you until we’re both drunk.”
Young Master Zhuo: “CEO Meng, you’re a man of action! It’s a deal!”
After Meng Xien drove off, one of his subordinates asked, “Young Master, I heard Meng Xien is just an adopted daughter of the Huo family, not a true Huo Family Young Miss. Why are you being so courteous to her?”
“You idiots don’t understand! She’s been with the Huo family for ten years and Xu Weiyi’s most trusted confidante. After Xu Weiyi, she’s the most powerful figure in Huo Corporation. That Huo Jianan only returned to the family in the past two years and is still crippled. Who knows what the future holds for Huo Corporation?”
Meng Xien drove, “Are you alright? They didn’t do anything to you, did they?”
Min Jiru shook her head, “No.”
She had been forced to drink a few glasses earlier, not much, but enough to leave a faint scent of alcohol on her. Her mind, however, remained clear. Young Master Zhuo’s unrestrained gaze swept over her, his eyes burning with intensity. “Miss Min is a Beta? A Beta more beautiful than an Omega is a rare sight!”
Min Jiru felt like a lamb dragged into a den of wolves. Just as she was considering calling the police, Meng Xien burst into the private room, casually slumping down beside her and throwing an arm around her shoulders to pull her close. Smiling at Young Master Zhuo, she declared, “This is my girlfriend.”
Is she really my girlfriend?
Min Jiru’s lips curved slightly, the alcohol in her system misting her bright eyes with a hazy layer that concealed a dazzling light of joy beneath.
The woman who had been leaning against the window, gazing out, quietly turned her head, her gaze settling on the jade-like profile of the driver.
From forehead to eye sockets, nose, lips, and chin, the lines formed a graceful, upward curve. Her sleeves remained rolled up to her elbows, revealing slender yet muscular forearms.
It was just like when they were young.
Ten years had passed, and Meng Xien had shed the awkwardness of her high school days, becoming more mature, beautiful, and captivating.
Min Jiru lowered her head, a faint smile playing on her pink lips.
Meng Xien glanced at the passenger in the back seat through the rearview mirror. “Where does your friend live?”
“She lives at Shuiwan Court on Shuiwan Road.”
Meng Xien entered the address into the navigation system, setting the destination for Shuiwan Court.
“Are you close with this friend of yours?”
“She’s my university classmate. We spent several years together. All our close friends who used to hang out ended up staying abroad, while only she and I returned to China. Her family isn’t from Changbin; she’s been building her life here on her own after coming back.”
Meng Xien nodded, her thin lips pressed together, and didn’t ask any further.
The evening traffic was smooth, and they arrived at Shuiwan Court quickly. Meng Xien parked the car. “I’ll help you take her upstairs.”
Qian Lu was slender and not particularly heavy, but for some reason, drunk people always felt much heavier than usual.
“Qian Lu, Qian Lu…” Min Jiru tried to pull her several times but couldn’t budge her, feeling a growing sense of frustration.
“Let me handle this.”
After several failed attempts by Min Jiru, Meng Xien gently tugged and hoisted Qian Lu onto her shoulder. “Lead the way.”
As they rode the elevator, Min Jiru rummaged through Qian Lu’s bag for the keys. Amidst the clattering sounds, she finally pulled out the keychain. Her gaze lingered on it for a moment before returning to its usual calm, as if she hadn’t been surprised at all.
The door opened. Min Jiru turned on the light and led Meng Xien to the bedroom.
“Watch out for the chair,” Min Jiru said, moving the chair out of the way.
Meng Xien quickly carried Qian Lu into the bedroom and laid her on the bed. Half-awake, Qian Lu gripped Meng Xien’s hand, pressing her burning face against her.
Meng Xien frowned, prying the disheveled, drunken woman’s hand away. Without lingering, she turned and left, saying to Min Jiru, “I’ll wait for you outside.”
“Mm.”
Passing through the living room, Meng Xien glanced at the clothes strewn haphazardly across the sofa and the beer cans and scattered snack wrappers littering the table.
She frowned and opened the door, stepping out.
The December night wind carried a biting chill, its icy blast stinging the skin and face.
Yet Meng Xien stood unfazed, leaning against the window at the end of the corridor, letting the cold wind wash over her.
Only this made her feel truly awake.
A university classmate?
A university classmate from abroad, a friend she made after abandoning me.
How unfortunate that I know nothing of her life after high school.
Ten years… no, every moment since she left, I’ve remembered her resolute words.
The girl who once swore she loved only me, who told me never to forget her, coldly informed me over the phone just three months after moving abroad: “Xien, I’ve realized that love isn’t everything. My mother introduced me to Young Master Zhao from the mining family… I’m sorry, but you should forget about me.”
Why?
At seventeen, Meng Xien had already differentiated into an Alpha. Tall and slender, with a cool demeanor, she appeared strong and composed. But beneath that facade, she was still just a seventeen-year-old girl—capable of panic and tears.
“Don’t you want me anymore?”
“I’m sorry, I was wrong. Please forgive my selfishness…”
The cold wind chilled the tip of her nose. Meng Xien took a deep breath. No matter how many years passed, she would always remember her final words: “But in the end, you don’t have the Huo surname.”
It was a blow to the heart, as lethal as any physical wound.
Not Huo. That’s right, she wasn’t a Huo. She was merely an orphan adopted by the Huo family, not a noble Young Miss Huo.
That night at the high school track, Meng Xien walked for hours until Aunt Xu found her late in the night.
Changbin in December was as bitterly cold then as it was now.
Clad only in her school uniform, Meng Xien paced the track relentlessly, as if numb to the biting cold, moving mechanically like a walking corpse.
In that moment, the world was vast, but she was alone, a solitary figure.
He had abandoned her, callously tossed her aside. From now on, whether it was life or death, good or bad, whether she could go on living—all of it had nothing to do with her.
So this was what it felt like to be discarded.
Beyond the bitterness, there was only heartbreak.
Before long, Min Jiru emerged, immediately spotting Meng Xien standing in the corridor.
The hallway light illuminated her from behind, revealing her still slender and upright figure, reminiscent of her youth. Yet compared to her 17-year-old self, she now appeared colder and less inclined to smile. At the company, Meng Xien had never seen her genuinely smile at anyone except Huo Jianan.
Hearing the movement, Meng Xien turned around. “All set?”
“Yes, she’s asleep. I’ve positioned her on her side.”
“Is she alright?”
“She’ll be fine. She’s been drunk like this a few times before. A good night’s sleep will fix her right up.”
As they rode the elevator down, Meng Xien suggested, “It’s late. I’ll take you home first.”
Min Jiru didn’t refuse. “Thank you. I appreciate it.”
Appreciate it? How courteous and distant… It seems she really keeps things strictly formal, treating me like a stranger. Meng Xien chuckled inwardly, walked over, opened the car door, and settled into the driver’s seat.
The car smoothly glided through Changbin’s streets. The city, stripped of its daytime clamor, lay quiet as its weary inhabitants slumbered, seeking solace from their day’s labors.
Neither spoke, each lost in their own thoughts.
Meng Xien broke the silence. “By the way, weren’t you supposed to be abroad? Why are you back?”
“I wanted to return and work here. I think Changbin is a great place.” Min Jiru seemed to hesitate, stealing a quick glance at Meng Xien before quickly averting her gaze.
A sentence had been stuck in her heart for countless nights before her return, churning within her, rolling in her throat, suffocating her until her face flushed crimson, yet she never managed to utter it.
“Haven’t you been cozying up to Young Master Zhao, the one with the mining fortune? Shouldn’t you be content to be the Young Madam of the mines?”
Min Jiru’s heart jolted as if struck by a hammer, the color draining instantly from her face.
Meng Xien glanced sideways at her, her voice dripping with mockery. “Didn’t work out? I wonder who dumped whom? But I bet ditching him felt pretty good, right?”
Watching Min Jiru’s pale lips tremble as she struggled to speak, Meng Xien felt a surge of satisfaction. The hatred she’d suppressed for ten years transformed into a razor-sharp blade.
“You haven’t been pining for the Huo Family Young Miss all these years, have you? That’s why you returned to Changbin, isn’t it?”
Min Jiru’s hands clenched into fists, her nails digging into her palms. She seemed oblivious to the pain, biting her lip fiercely, remaining silent.
Meng Xien’s gloating grew darker. “What’s wrong? You’re too late. Jianan is already married. If you’d come back two years earlier, I might have helped you win her over. You could have been the Huo Family Young Madam by now.”
Min Jiru trembled violently, her face deathly pale. “Please… let me out. I need to get off this bus.”
“No, we’re not there yet. We’re still far from Hefeng Court.”
“I want to get out of the car!”
“What’s wrong? Did I hit a nerve? Are you in a hurry to leave?”
“I want to get out of the car!”
“Fine!” Meng Xien slammed on the brakes, ignoring the no-parking zone. She flashed her hazard lights and stopped the car.
Before Min Jiru could even close the door, Meng Xien accelerated and drove away.
Min Jiru stood frozen in the darkness. She watched the car speed away without hesitation, disappearing into the distance without a moment’s pause.
Slowly, as if her body had collapsed, she hunched over and sank down, her restrained tears finally bursting forth like a dam breaking.
She bit her hand fiercely, refusing to make a sound. Her tear-streaked face glimmered under the dim streetlights, her small frame curled into a tight ball, trembling like a withered leaf. Muffled sobs escaped into the December night in Changbin.
After an indeterminate time, Min Jiru leaned against the roadside landscaping and slowly stood up, shuffling along the road.
She moved like a lifeless puppet, her pale face glistening with tears, her vacant eyes staring blankly as she murmured, “Xien, Xien…”
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