Transmigrated as the Disabled Alpha Wife of the Black Moonlight and She Said She Loves Me - Chapter 46.1

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting a stark white glow on the floor by the head of the bed.

Min Jiru slowly opened her eyes in the blinding light.

As soon as she moved, she realized she was completely naked beneath the covers. In that split second, her face flushed crimson as scenes from the night before flashed through her mind—moments of passionate intimacy that had left them both flushed and breathless. She vaguely remembered Meng Xien whispering into her ear, his breath hot and disheveled, “Minmin, I love you.”

Min Jiru turned to look beside her, but the space was empty—no one was there.

She bit her lip and turned away in disappointment. It was just another dream. Just like the dreams she’d had over the past ten years, where Meng Xien would tell her he loved her, then hold her and say it again.

A strange sensation prickled the back of her neck, a faint sting. Min Jiru instinctively reached up to touch it. There seemed to be a bandage stuck there.

Startled, she sat up. As she did, a peculiar feeling traveled down her spine. Her eyes widened as she quickly glanced down at herself beneath the covers. Her snow-white skin was marred with red marks—some dark, some faint—across her arms, neck, chest… She couldn’t bring herself to look any lower.

So last night wasn’t a dream after all.

The bathroom door opened, and a tall figure emerged. Seeing Min Jiru sitting up in bed, her face a canvas of conflicting emotions, the figure gasped upon noticing her. She quickly pulled the blanket back over herself, leaving only her flushed face visible.

“Awake?” Meng Xien sat down beside the bed, her voice gentle and teasing. “Did you sleep well?”

Min Jiru mumbled a soft affirmation, her crimson cheeks pressed against the snow-white quilt, too embarrassed to meet Meng Xien’s gaze.

“What’s wrong?” Meng Xien reached out, gently stroking the shy girl’s face. Her warm palm pressed against Min Jiru’s delicate, porcelain skin, her eyes filled with tender affection. “Are you feeling unwell anywhere?”

“No, I’m not unwell.”

“Does your neck still hurt?”

Min Jiru shook her head, meeting Meng Xien’s gaze. “It doesn’t hurt.” Her bright, clear eyes glistened with unshed tears.

Meng Xien’s heart ached at the girl’s soft, obedient voice and overly innocent expression. “Minmin, let’s be together, okay? Be my girlfriend now, and my wife someday. Okay?”

Meng Xien’s gentle, dark eyes, filled with eager anticipation, glimmered with an intense light that pierced Min Jiru’s heart, making her eyes sting.

That single “Minmin” felt like it came from another world.

Ten years had passed, yet her Xien was still here.

Min Jiru didn’t answer the question. Instead, she wrapped her arms tightly around Meng Xien. “Xien, I love you. I’ve missed you so much.”

Meng Xien suppressed the redness welling up in her eyes as she returned the embrace. “Me too.”

Min Jiru’s voice cracked with tears as she held on even tighter, as if afraid she might lose her in the next moment.

The two remained locked in each other’s arms, neither wanting to let go.

After a long while, Meng Xien patted Min Jiru’s smooth back. “It’s getting late. I have to go to the company.”

Min Jiru obediently nodded and released her grip.

“Jianan just texted me. She’s returning to Changbin today and will be at the company tomorrow. Since your boss isn’t here, you don’t need to go to work today. Just rest at home.”

Meng Xien stood up to put on her coat. Her tall, slender frame was accentuated by the well-tailored coat, exuding a cool efficiency that never lost its feminine grace.

Meng Xien reached back to free her long hair from beneath the coat collar. Seeing this, Min Jiru hopped off the bed, one hand tugging at the coat’s hem while the other smoothed her hair. Blushing, she asked, “Xien, will you come over tonight?”

Meng Xien smiled at her. “Come here. I’ll join you for dinner tonight. Do you want to go to a restaurant, order takeout, or should I cook? Steak or pasta?”

Hearing that Meng Xien would be coming over again tonight, Min Jiru’s lips curved into a sweet smile. “Either is fine.”

“Don’t just say ‘either is fine’,” Meng Xien said, seizing the opportunity while Min Jiru was distracted fixing her hair. She gripped Min Jiru’s snow-white wrist with one hand and pulled the blanket away from her chest with the other.

The blanket fell, revealing an unobstructed view of her lover’s naked body.

Min Jiru let out a shy gasp. Meng Xien wrapped an arm around her slender waist and leaned down to kiss her.

Newly in love, they were especially passionate—especially a top Alpha who had been celibate for years.

Under the force of Meng Xien’s dominating kiss, Min Jiru quickly surrendered, helpless against whatever liberties she chose to take.

After the kiss, Min Jiru collapsed weakly into Meng Xien’s arms, panting, her eyes glistening with tears.

“Since you said ‘either is fine,’ I’ll decide for you. I’ll cook for you when I get back, okay?”

“Okay.”

The plane landed in Changbin at noon, and the Huo family driver was already waiting at the airport.

Huo Jianan didn’t go to the office; she went straight home. As soon as she arrived, she texted Ruan Nianning: [ Wife, I’m home. Don’t worry about a thing and focus on filming. ]

Ruan Nianning didn’t reply, but Huo Jianan didn’t mind. It was common for Wolfie to be too busy with filming to respond promptly to her messages.

After bathing, the refreshed Huo Jianan went to the study to work, reviewing reports.

She was busy until evening, when Housekeeper He knocked on the door to announce dinner. Coming back to reality, Huo Jianan picked up her phone and saw a new message from 40 minutes earlier: a single word from Wolfie: “Mm.”

Huo Jianan paused, surprised. Ever since Ruan Nianning had joined the film set, she’d never replied like this before. She always added a note to take care and stay safe, worried that Jianan, with her leg injuries, might rush and fall. This one-word reply was unprecedented.

Huo Jianan drifted into a brief reverie before quickly rationalizing it. Maybe Wolfie was too busy to write more. That must be it. She took yesterday off, so she’s probably scrambling to catch up today. With this thought, Huo Jianan quickly calmed down.

At the dinner table, Huo Jianan and Grandmother Huo ate together. Jianan asked, “Where’s Sister Meng? Does she have an engagement today?”

Grandmother Huo smiled. “No, no engagements are good.”

“What’s wrong with Sister Meng?”

“Good news! It’s even better if Sister Meng doesn’t come home to sleep tonight.”

Huo Jianan was puzzled. “Again?”

Housekeeper He served Madam her soup and said with a smile, “Young Miss, Miss Meng didn’t return home last night. It’s the first time in ten years!”

Huo Jianan gasped. “Sister Meng stayed out all night?!”

“Why make such a fuss? This is wonderful news!” Grandmother Huo’s face lit up with delight. “Your Sister Meng has finally come to her senses. I suspect she’s fallen in love. I wonder which young lady she’s taken a fancy to? As long as she’s pretty and has a good personality, that’s all that matters. Family background isn’t so important.”

Huo Jianan looked at her grandmother. “Grandmother, you’re still obsessed with looks?”

Grandmother Huo didn’t deny it. “Of course! When looking for a partner, you must choose someone at least decent-looking. How can you live with someone who’s homely? Your wife is beautiful, a big star. Do you think I’d let your Sister Meng settle for someone ugly?”

“Yes, yes,” Huo Jianan’s eyes twinkled mischievously. “Grandmother, was my other grandmother also very beautiful? Anyone who could catch your eye must have been a stunning beauty.”

Grandmother Huo sipped her soup, smiling as she scolded gently, “You cheeky thing!”

Housekeeper He chuckled, “Young Miss, your other grandmother was once Changbin’s most renowned lady. A true aristocratic lady with impeccable grace and elegance, she was the most sought-after Alpha of her time.”

“Wow, so both my grandmothers have such exceptional genes!”

Housekeeper He said proudly, “Of course! Otherwise, we wouldn’t have the Young Miss, and the Young Miss wouldn’t have given birth to a granddaughter as lovely as you.”

Grandmother Huo gave her granddaughter a task. “Find out who that girl is. A photo would be ideal.”

“Grandmother, are you being nosy? Why not ask Sister Meng?”

“I’m afraid she’ll resent it, thinking an elder like me is making a fuss and prying. It’s best if you young ones investigate.”

Huo Jianan: “……”

After dinner, Huo Jianan invited her grandmother to the small reception room. “Grandmother, I’ve decided about the acquisition.”

Grandmother Huo immediately focused, her expression calm. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t plan to acquire Soul…”

After listening to Huo Jianan’s analysis, Grandmother Huo asked, “Is this your own idea, or did someone under you suggest this to you?”

“It’s my own idea. I also discussed it with a friend who works in the gaming industry, which further confirmed my thoughts. My subordinates haven’t given me any suggestions.”

Grandmother Huo nodded, then suddenly asked, “What about your wife, Ruan Nianning? Did you discuss this with her?”

“I did. Nianning said she doesn’t understand these things and told me to follow my instincts.”

Grandmother Huo smiled. “She’s still quite obedient. Then proceed as you see fit.”

The unspoken implication was her approval of Huo Jianan’s decision not to acquire Soul.

“Does Sister Meng know?”

“No, I haven’t told her yet.” Huo Jianan chuckled. “She hasn’t been home for dinner lately, so I haven’t had a chance.”

“Talk to her first. She’s put considerable effort into this matter.”

“I know, Grandmother. Before making the official decision tomorrow, I’ll have a proper discussion with Sister Meng. There’s one more thing, Grandmother.”

“Go on.”

“I plan to invest in another new venture—a short video social platform.”

“Social media?” Grandmother Huo pondered for a moment before pulling out her phone. “Do you mean Instagram?”

“It’s different,” Huo Jianan explained concisely. “Instagram focuses on photos and text, but I want to create a platform centered around short videos…”

Grandmother Huo listened intently, occasionally asking questions.

“This time, I happened to meet someone who shares the same idea. It’s a perfect alignment of minds, Grandmother. I believe this is a tremendous opportunity, and I want to give it a try. I think it could be far more profitable than acquiring Soul. Spending 40 billion to acquire Soul wasn’t a good deal, but investing a few hundred million upfront to develop this social media platform and aggressively promote it would be a high-risk, high-reward strategy—a very shrewd business move.”

Seeing her granddaughter’s eyes sparkle with enthusiasm as she spoke with such conviction, Grandmother Huo had never witnessed such vibrant confidence in her before.

“I’m no match for you young people when it comes to these digital technologies. Since you’ve made up your mind, go all out. Write a detailed plan. With the New Year approaching, we’ll make this our top priority for next year.”

Huo Jianan’s excitement surged at her grandmother’s support. “Yes, Grandmother! I’ll give it my all!”

In the evening, Meng Xien carried a bag of groceries and climbed to unit 901 in Hefeng Court No. 10. Her steps were light and brisk, a joyful smile playing on her lips, as if she was carrying a pleasant breeze with her.

Knock, knock, knock. She tapped on the door.

The door opened. A pair of new slippers, pink with cute bear designs, were already placed by the entrance.

“You’re back.”

Min Jiru was wearing a similar pair, just a smaller size. Her honey-brown hair was tied in a ponytail, and she wore a light yellow loungewear jacket over a white blouse.

“Hungry? Dinner’s ready.”

Meng Xien was surprised. “Why didn’t you wait for me to cook? What about the groceries?”

Min Jiru took the groceries and put them in the fridge. “We can eat them tomorrow. I was bored at home anyway, so I went to the supermarket during the day and bought us each a pair of slippers and some groceries.”

While shopping, Min Jiru had felt a sweet happiness, thinking about what delicious meals she could make for her Xien.

Hearing her say “we’ll eat tomorrow,” Meng Xien realized she was clearly planning for them to live together permanently.

“Okay, we’ll eat tomorrow.”

Four dishes and a soup were already arranged on the table.

Min Jiru said with a hint of regret, “This dish is a little cold.”

“That’s fine. It’s better than being too hot,” Meng Xien replied with a smile, gently grasping the hand Min Jiru had placed on the table.

Watching the girl across from her smile with bright, luminous eyes, Meng Xien felt an unreal happiness.

Ten years later, her girl was back by her side. They wore the same shoes, she smiled at her, served her food, and the sweet, endearing girl worried about not doing enough. “How does it taste? Is it good?”

Meng Xien’s heart swelled with warmth, yet also a bittersweet ache.

She had often dreamed of having her own home—a warm, cozy home—with the person she loved, and someday children.

After dinner, Min Jiru offered to wash the dishes, but Meng Xien stopped her. “You worked hard cooking. Rest while I do the dishes.”

“It’s no trouble at all. I’m not tired,” Min Jiru replied, her big, lovely eyes brimming with amusement. “How could I let the CEO wash the dishes?”

“At work, I’m the CEO, but at home, I’m your girlfriend. I can’t just leave all the household chores to you.”

While Meng Xien washed the dishes, Min Jiru leaned against the kitchen doorframe, watching.

Meng Xien stood tall and slender, clad only in a simple, waist-cinched blouse that accentuated her slender figure.

Her long black hair was casually tied back, the ends brushing against the nape of her neck, leaving only a smooth, pale expanse of skin visible from the side. As she washed the dishes, the strands at the back of her neck swayed gently like willow branches.

She was both beautiful and gentle.

Min Jiru stared at her back for a long time before suddenly walking up and embracing her from behind. Her arms wrapped around Meng Xien’s waist, and she pressed her forehead against the strong, slender back.

Meng Xien stiffened briefly before relaxing. She turned off the faucet and asked with a smile, “What’s wrong?”

Min Jiru held her, feeling her warmth through the thin fabric of the blouse. Her features softened. “Nothing. I just wanted to hug you.”

Meng Xien smiled and allowed herself to be held. She turned the faucet back on, increasing the flow of water as she sped up her dishwashing. The water gurgled loudly in the sink.

Once the dishes were done, Meng Xien removed her gloves and turned to embrace the clingy figure behind her, pulling her close.

Min Jiru stood on tiptoe and kissed her.

The two kissed and embraced naturally, moving from the kitchen to the living room, then through the living room to the bedroom.

The curtains in the bedroom had already been drawn, and the soft light from the floor lamp spilled across the bed and floor.

Clothes fell to the floor one by one as Meng Xien pressed Min Jiru down onto the bed.

As passion intensified, Min Jiru panted, her blush deepening. “Xien, you have to keep loving me, okay?”

“Okay, I’ll always love you! Forever!” Meng Xien gasped heavily, her blood burning like fire, her breath scalding. Her Alpha pheromones surged again, demanding to mark her.

Fighting the urge to bite Min Jiru’s nape, Meng Xien bit her own lip, her crimson eyes reminding herself she couldn’t hurt Min Jiru again.

After they finished, Meng Xien got out of bed, retrieved an Alpha Suppressant patch from her handbag, tore off the packaging, and quietly applied it to the back of her neck.

Then she texted Xiao Tao: [ Bring me a few changes of clothes and deliver them to Hefeng Court. I’ll pick them up at the gate when you arrive. ]

Returning to the bed, she wrapped her arms around the warm body behind her and kissed her cheek.

Min Jiru covered Meng Xien’s smooth, muscular arm with her hand, her fingertips lingering over the exquisite texture of her skin. Closing her eyes with a smile, she asked, “Why did you take so long?”

“I asked Xiao Tao to bring me some clothes over, otherwise I won’t have anything to wear to the office tomorrow.”

Min Jiru paused, realizing this was a problem—a serious one.

“Minmin, let’s go out for dinner tomorrow night, and after dinner, you can help me pick out some new clothes?”

Min Jiru smiled. “How could we let the CEO go without clothes? We’ll have to buy several outfits.”

Sister Meng hadn’t returned home again last night. For breakfast this morning, it was Huo Jianan and her grandmother once more.

Grandmother Huo was in a good mood. Housekeeper He reported, “Xiao Tao delivered clothes to Meng Xien last night.”

“Where did she deliver them to?” Grandmother Huo asked.

“To a building called Hefeng Court on Xingguang Road.”

When Huo Jianan heard “Xingguang Road,” she thought, Isn’t that where Min Jiru lives? I should ask her to keep an eye out. Sister Meng had been so unfriendly to her; she was sure Min Jiru would remember her easily and recognize her from a distance in a crowd. Maybe she’s even seen Sister Meng with her girlfriend before.

Huo Jianan arrived at the office early and asked Min Jiru, “Could you arrange a meeting with CEO Meng? I need to discuss something with her.”

Ten minutes later, Meng Xien knocked on her door. “President Huo, you wanted to see me?”

Huo Jianan was reviewing a report when she heard Meng Xien had arrived. She quickly looked up from her computer. “Sister Meng, you came in person! Let’s find a conference room to discuss.”

“Isn’t it more convenient to talk here in your office?” Meng Xien entered and closed the door, casually glancing at Min Jiru seated by the door. Their eyes met, and they exchanged brief smiles before quickly looking away.

“Would you like coffee?” Huo Jianan was about to call Min Jiru to bring coffee, but Meng Xien said, “No need to trouble her. I’ll make it myself. Let’s get down to business.”

“…Then thank you, Sister Meng. For my coffee, please add extra milk and less sugar.”

Meng Xien first brewed a cup for Huo Jianan, then made one for herself and sat across from her. “Have you made a decision regarding the acquisition?”

Huo Jianan smiled. “Yes, that’s exactly what I wanted to discuss.”

Meng Xien cradled her coffee cup in her elegant fingers, took a small sip, and smiled gracefully, waiting for Huo Jianan to continue.

“Here’s the thing, Sister Meng. After deep consideration and careful comparison, I’ve decided to abandon the acquisition of Soul.”

Meng Xien wasn’t particularly surprised. “What’s your reasoning?”

“First, I think the 40 billion yuan valuation is too high… Second, … Third, …” Huo Jianan finally asked, “Sister Meng, do you think my concerns are valid? I know you conducted extensive research in the early stages, so I’d like to hear your opinion.”

Meng Xien looked at her with genuine approval. “Jianan, you’re very smart, thoughtful, and composed. I respect your decision. To be honest, even if you agreed to the acquisition, I would have advised you to negotiate the price down to 28 to 30 billion yuan. Anything over 30 billion, as you said, would make this deal unattractive.”

Huo Jianan hadn’t expected Meng Xien to agree so readily. Surprised yet deeply touched, she said, “Sister Meng, thank you. To be honest, I owe this decision to you. You’ve always encouraged me to trust myself. Before this, I’d never managed a company or understood business operations. Starting as a vice president at the company left me feeling overwhelmed. I didn’t know how to lead people down the right path when I knew so little. I was afraid I’d fail and disappoint everyone.”

Huo Jianan pursed her lips and stopped speaking. She hadn’t told anyone these feelings before—not even her grandmother—but she had shared them with Meng Xien.

She believed Meng Xien would understand. Carrying the halo of being young, accomplished, and exceptional meant bearing pressures and expectations far beyond her years.

Meng Xien looked straight at her, placed his coffee on the table, and said earnestly, “Jianan, I’m glad you could share this with me. Yes, I understand how you feel. No one understands better than I do the weight of wanting to do something perfectly and the fear of disappointing everyone. But don’t be afraid—don’t be afraid to make mistakes. In life, no one can avoid them entirely.”

“Thank you,” Huo Jianan said, her eyes reddening with emotion.

Throughout her life, everyone had rushed to lecture her after mistakes, or casually shifted blame: “Are you stupid? What were you thinking? How could you do that?” “I told you this was wrong!” “It’s Huo Jianan’s fault! She did it! She made the mistake!”

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