Transmigrated as the Disabled Alpha Wife of the Black Moonlight and She Said She Loves Me - Chapter 49.1

Huo Jianan sat in her wheelchair. Navigating the stairs in this old house was difficult, so Xiaoman carried the unconscious Young Madam downstairs to a room on the first floor.

“Young Miss, the Young Madam seems to have a fever. Her forehead is burning hot. The window on the second floor was half-open earlier; she must have caught a cold.”

Huo Jianan was startled. Her pale cheeks were flushed with an unnatural red. She pressed her palm to Ruan Nianning’s forehead and felt the fever’s intensity.

“Xiaoman, carry the Young Madam on your back. We need to take her to the hospital.”

“No,” Ruan Nianning murmured, regaining some consciousness after the commotion. “No, I won’t go anywhere… I don’t want to…”

Huo Jianan explained, “Nianning, you have a fever. We need to get you to the hospital.”

Ruan Nianning suddenly grew agitated. “Don’t bother with me! Don’t anyone bother with me! Just leave me here… I deserve to die… I killed…”

Huo Jianan, fearing she might reveal the truth in her delirium, quickly instructed Xiaoman, “Xiaoman, drive to the hospital and ask a doctor to come examine her.”

“Yes, Young Miss.”

Xiaoman drove into the city. Huo Jianan stayed behind to care for Ruan Nianning.

Fortunately, the house had no high thresholds, and the door sills between the bathroom and kitchen were low enough for the wheelchair to pass through smoothly. Huo Jianan went to the bathroom to find a clean towel. The house hadn’t been occupied for so long that the towel had a musty smell.

After a moment’s thought, Huo Jianan returned to the bedroom on the first floor and opened the wardrobe. It was an old-fashioned wardrobe with a long full-length mirror embedded on the outer door. She pulled open the door and rummaged through a pile of clothes, finding a cotton T-shirt-like garment. Judging by the floral pattern, it must have belonged to Ruan Nianning’s grandmother.

As she closed the door, Huo Jianan’s gaze accidentally fell on the inner side of the wardrobe door, where two photographs were stuck. Yellowed by age, the photos showed a young girl of about five or six in a red dress, standing between a middle-aged man and woman. The girl’s smiling eyes and gleaming teeth radiated pure joy.

Staring at the photo, Huo Jianan faintly recognized Ruan Nianning’s features in the girl’s face. She also recognized the middle-aged man as a younger version of Zou Guohua. That meant this woman must be Ruan Nianning’s mother.

Looking up, Huo Jianan saw another photograph: Ruan Nianning’s mother standing arm-in-arm with a gray-haired elder. The elder’s wrinkled face wore a warm, gentle smile, clearly a kind and loving person. This must be Ruan Nianning’s grandmother.

Huo Jianan closed the wardrobe, grabbed a T-shirt to use as a towel, and went to the bathroom. She soaked it in cold water, wrung it out, and returned to the room, gently applying it to Ruan Nianning’s forehead.

Ruan Nianning had a high fever, so Huo Jianan had to start with physical cooling. The fever had flushed Ruan Nianning’s face an unnatural red, her skin burning hot to the touch. Her usually full, beautiful lips were now dry and cracked. Huo Jianan watched her anxiously, wondering how she had endured the night before and what had caused her to faint.

After ten minutes, Huo Jianan went back to wring out the towel and reapply it. After changing the towel twice, the flush on Ruan Nianning’s face finally subsided. Holding her hand, Huo Jianan gently stroked her face, her long fingertips caressing her cheek tenderly. “Nianning, please stop tormenting yourself,” she murmured.

About half an hour later, Xiaoman finally arrived with a doctor.

“Doctor, my Madam has a high fever. I think she caught a cold. Please examine her quickly.”

Xiaoman didn’t dare mention that she had secretly called Meng Xien.

“Miss Meng, we’ve found the Young Madam. She’s running a high fever after being out in the cold all night, but she refuses to go to the hospital. You asked me to find a house call doctor, but this isn’t Changbin. I’ve asked two hospitals already, and neither will help me.” On this bitterly cold winter day, Xiaoman’s face flushed crimson with anxiety, and she was about to burst into tears.

“What about Jianan? Is she alright?”

“The Young Miss is fine. She’s with the Young Madam now, very worried.”

“Are you at Yuqing?”

“Yuqing City, Zhuquan District, Xiyan Village.”

Meng Xien was slightly startled to hear they had gone so far, but quickly regained her composure. “Don’t worry about the doctor. I’ll handle the arrangements. Just make sure you take care of the Young Miss and ensure her safety, understood?”

“Yes, I understand. I’ll definitely look after her.”

Ten minutes later, Xiaoman received a call from an unfamiliar number. It was a senior physician from X Hospital, instructing her to come to the hospital immediately.

The doctor listened to Ruan Nianning’s heart with a stethoscope, conducted a physical examination, drew blood, and then prepared to administer intravenous fluids. Huo Jianan stopped him. “Doctor, if I may ask, what are you injecting her with? Is it safe?”

“*Febrifuge,” the doctor replied patiently to the patient’s family, unusually unirritated. “We have her medication allergy history on record; someone just sent it to me. Miss Huo, you don’t need to worry. I’ve listened to her lungs, bronchi, and heart, and there don’t seem to be any major issues. However, for safety’s sake, we still need to draw some blood for testing to rule out any complications.”

[*Febrifuge-a medicine used to reduced  fever]

Half an hour later, Ruan Nianning’s fever had subsided, her temperature returning to normal. Huo Jianan breathed a sigh of relief.

After waiting for the IV to finish, the doctor examined Ruan Nianning again. “Miss Huo, the patient’s condition is stable, but she’s still quite weak. Once she wakes up, it’s best to give her light, nutritious food. I’ll return to the hospital now. Once the lab results come in, assuming everything’s normal, I’ll prescribe some medication for Miss Meng to bring over. If the patient wakes up during this time, please make sure she drinks plenty of water.”

“Thank you, Doctor.”

Xiaoman hadn’t been idle either. Following the Young Miss’s instructions, she had taken the quilt from the bed to air out, then escorted the doctor back to the hospital.

The electric kettle in the house, unused for so long, had broken down. The hot water they drank had been obtained from two neighboring families.

Huo Jianan maneuvered her wheelchair closer to the bed and gently tucked Ruan Nianning’s blanket around her.

Ruan Nianning had a dream about her mother and grandmother. Beneath the eaves of their two-story house in Xiyan Village, her mother was teaching her to fold butterflies, while her grandmother cooked in the kitchen. The savory aroma of meat wafted from the small kitchen. Her grandmother, apron tied around her waist, stood in the doorway with a smile, beckoning to her. “Ningning, it’s time to eat. We have your favorite braised pork.”

The three of them ate under the eaves, a small table between two pairs of mother and daughter, three people in total. She heard her mother speaking to her grandmother, but she couldn’t make out what was being said.

Just as the young Nianning was about to eat her third piece of braised pork, someone suddenly gripped her wrist tightly.

Turning her head, she saw that her mother had somehow changed. Her face was drenched in blood, crimson liquid gushing from her hair, streaming down her forehead, eyes, and nose, leaving a horrifying web of bloodstains across her face. Her mother clutched her wrist with one hand, emitting hoarse, muffled sounds as if trying to speak, but unable to utter a single word. She stared blankly, expressionless, directly at Nianning.

Her wrist felt like it was about to break. Ruan Nianning screamed, “Mom!” But her mother seemed not to hear, maintaining her iron grip. Terrified, Ruan Nianning burst into tears, her bowl crashing to the floor.

The braised pork fell to the ground, splattering grease across the floor.

The next moment, she heard someone call out, “Nianning! Ruan Nianning, it’s your turn! The director’s calling for you!”

In that instant, Ruan Nianning suddenly grew into an adult, her lips red and teeth white, her radiant beauty dazzling. Her hair cascaded in seaweed-like waves, her figure slender, waist thin, and legs long. As she hurried over, the film set transformed into the Huo family mansion.

Xu Weiyi stood beside Huo Jianan, who was seated in a wheelchair. When Ruan Nianning appeared, both women turned toward her, the air thick with icy tension.

Xu Weiyi sneered, “I told you long ago—she never loved you. Her marriage into the Huo family was never sincere!”

Huo Jianan’s previously lifeless, icy eyes finally stirred with fury, growing increasingly enraged until they blazed like a wild beast’s. She yanked her hair and screamed hysterically, “Ruan Nianning! I know you never loved me! I could have accepted that! But why did you use me? I’m crippled, and you still treat me like this?! You accused my mother of being cruel, poisoning your mother—but you’re far more ruthless than she ever was!”

Ruan Nianning’s lips turned pale, her voice trembling as she struggled to speak. She took a step back. “I’m sorry, I… I…”

Huo Jianan, seated in her wheelchair, gritted her teeth. “You deserve to die! You vile woman, you deserve to die!”

Ruan Nianning took another step back, then suddenly lost her footing. The wind howled in her ears as cars sped past on the bridge.

She fell from the Changbin Bridge…

“Nianning, Nianning!” Huo Jianan saw Ruan Nianning’s hands flailing wildly, her brows tightly furrowed as if she were having a nightmare. She had no choice but to wake her. “Nianning, wake up!”

Ruan Nianning’s eyes snapped open, and she gasped upon seeing Huo Jianan in her wheelchair. She frantically shook off Jianan’s hands. “I’m sorry, I used you, but I never wanted you to die.”

Ruan Nianning writhed in agony, tears streaming from her bloodshot eyes and soaking through the wisps of hair covering her pale, gaunt face.

Huo Jianan held her tightly, her lower body immobilized, relying solely on her arms to keep her close. “Nianning, it’s me. Look at me carefully. I’m not that Huo Jianan.”

Ruan Nianning froze, stopping her struggles. She lifted her tear-filled eyes and stared intently at Huo Jianan.

“You’re not her… I wish you were her. I’d rather she come to curse me, to demand my life.”

“Don’t do this, Nianning,” Huo Jianan said, her heart twisting in pain. “Don’t torment yourself. For what you did to avenge your mother, you can’t be blamed.”

Huo Jianan couldn’t bring herself to continue. She didn’t condone using any means necessary for revenge, but she understood Ruan Nianning. When vengeance became Ruan Nianning’s sole obsession after her mother’s death, especially against the powerful and influential Huo Family, the ordinary and isolated Ruan Nianning seemed to have few options.

But as she had said, that Huo Jianan was a pitiful victim on her path to vengeance. In the end, that Huo Jianan was utterly devastated, driven to despair. In the original book, when Ruan Nianning discovered she had avenged the wrong person, and her actions had become a cruel mockery, she committed suicide.

“I’m a sinner… I’m despicable… I’m utterly wicked…” Ruan Nianning collapsed onto the bed, silent tears streaming down her pale face, her vacant eyes devoid of life.

Seeing Ruan Nianning so lifeless and despairing, Huo Jianan clenched her fists, overwhelmed by an unprecedented wave of regret.

She regretted telling Ruan Nianning the brutal truth, regretted revealing the original book’s ending. She should have kept everything confined to her own mind. All she needed to do was uncover the truth and persuade Ruan Nianning to abandon her quest for vengeance.

Damn it! Why did she have to reveal the cruel ending from the original book to Nianning?!

Huo Jianan wished she could slap herself.

Ruan Nianning cried for a long time until she drifted back into unconsciousness.

Huo Jianan called the doctor from earlier. “Doctor, my wife is awake, but she’s in a bad mood and doesn’t want to eat. Could you give her some intravenous nutrition instead?”

After a while, Xiaoman returned to Xiyan Village with the doctor. She had also bought a large pile of household supplies: a water kettle, cups, bowls and chopsticks, cleaning agents, towels, bedding, and bedding covers, filling the trunk of her car.

“Miss Huo, your wife’s blood test results are in. There’s no need to worry. I’ll give her an injection of antibiotics and another of nutritional fluid, and she’ll feel much better. After that, she just needs rest, moderate exercise, and light meals.”

By the time the IV was finished that night, Ruan Nianning’s condition had improved significantly. Her furrowed brow smoothed out, and she finally drifted into a peaceful sleep.

Huo Jianan let out a long sigh of relief.

Xiaoman drove the doctor back to the city. When she returned to Xiyan Village, she found the Young Miss still standing vigil by the Young Madam’s bedside. The takeout on the table had gone cold; one box remained completely untouched, still sealed in its packaging, while the other had barely been touched. Worrying about Huo Jianan, Xiaoman couldn’t help but suggest, “Young Miss, why don’t you rest and get some sleep? I’ll take care of the Young Madam.”

“No, I don’t want to sleep. I want to stay with Nianning.”

Xiaoman had no choice but to check the room’s air conditioner again. The old unit, unused for years, was long broken. Fortunately, she’d been quick-witted enough to buy a space heater earlier. Though its warmth was barely noticeable compared to the Huo family’s comfortable heating system, it was better than nothing.

“Xiaoman, go get some sleep. I’ll wake you if anything happens.”

Xiaoman shook her head.

“Go on. You’ve been running back and forth all day. Get some rest. You’ll need to help me take care of the Young Madam tomorrow.”

Hearing this, Xiaoman went to the next room, found a less damp cotton jacket, and wrapped herself in it to sleep.

Late at night, under the dim lighting of the old house, Huo Jianan silently watched the person on the bed, her mind drifting through memories of their journey together since they first met.

She’d devised all sorts of excuses to send Nianning out shopping, just to give her some space and ease. She’d coaxed the reluctant woman into visiting her family. For Nianning’s sake, she’d fought with her Grandmother to secure the opportunity to act. She remembered her first set visit, her first glimpse of Ruan Nianning in her vibrant red costume, a dazzling beauty who truly embodied the phrases “peerless elegance” and “a beauty who could topple kingdoms.” Oh, and she’d given her the nickname “Wolfie.”

She began to truly learn how to care for a disabled person, working diligently on her acting, and after exhausting days, carefully bathing and washing her hair. She even remotely monitored Xiaoman helping her bathe. During fleeting moments when she set aside her resentment and caution, she would roll around on the floor like a carefree girl.

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