Transmigrated as the Disabled Alpha Wife of the Black Moonlight and She Said She Loves Me - Chapter 53.2

The man crawled up from the ground and yanked Min Jiru roughly to his side. “Well? Finally decided to talk? Admitted I’m your fiancé? You pretended to be so pure and untouchable in front of me, but it turns out you were hiding here, having fun with your lover! You fickle woman! Just wait and see how I’ll deal with you!”

Meng Xien’s teeth clenched audibly as she exploded, shoving the man away. “Get your hands off her! Don’t touch my Minmin!” She turned to Min Jiru. “Minmin, what’s going on? Did he threaten you?”

“Bullshit! Threaten her? Her mother was desperate to marry her into the Zhang family!” The man stumbled, then lunged at Meng Xien, ready to punch her.

“Shut up!” Meng Xien roared like an enraged lion, landing a fist squarely on the man’s face. He clutched his nose, slowly sinking to his knees as blood seeped between his fingers.

“Ah! I’m bleeding! How dare you hit me?! I’m calling the police! Call the police!” The man pulled out his phone and dialed.

“Don’t! Don’t call the police! Zhang Kai, don’t call the police! I swear I won’t contact her again.”

“Get lost! You think it’s that easy?! I’m calling the police! I’ll have your lover thrown in jail! Just wait and see how your mother begs the Zhang family for mercy!”

Meng Xien: “You’re Zhang Kai, right? Enough talk. Are you calling the police or not?”

Min Jiru: “Don’t call the police!”

Zhang Kai, one hand covering his face, pulled out his phone and dialed. “Hello, 110? I’m reporting an assault! Someone’s beating me up! We’re at Unit 901, Building 10, Hefeng Residence…”

Ignoring Zhang Kai, Meng Xien grabbed Min Jiru’s shoulders. “Minmin, I don’t care how you got engaged to him. You’re my girlfriend now—mine! Forget about him and marry me, okay?”

“Get this straight—she’s my fiancée!” Zhang Kai, enraged by the competition, lunged forward and punched Meng Xien in the back.

But Meng Xien didn’t flinch or resist.

Zhang Kai, now unbridled, unleashed two heavy punches. Meng Xien, as if impervious to pain, clung tightly to Min Jiru’s shoulders, her crimson eyes burning. “Minmin, marry me!”

“I… I…” Min Jiru trembled violently, feeling torn in two. She desperately wanted to agree, dreaming of marrying Meng Xien, but the word “yes” seemed stuck in her throat.

“Minmin, don’t you want to be with me forever? Marry me, and we’ll stay together, no one can tear us apart!” Meng Xien smiled at her.

“What right do you have to compete with me?” Zhang Kai snarled, his fists pounding relentlessly into Meng Xien.

Seeing Meng Xien endure the blows without flinching, Min Jiru cried out in desperation, “Zhang Kai, stop hitting her! Please, stop!”

“Getting protective of your little girlfriend now, are we?”

“I won’t see her again! I won’t have anything to do with her anymore! Just stop hitting her!”

Remembering the earlier blows, Zhang Kai’s fury boiled over. He grabbed the vase from the table and smashed it down on Meng Xien’s head.

With a shattering crash, the vase shattered. Meng Xien’s head split open, blood streaming down her face.

“Xien!!”

Meng Xien clung tightly to her, just as she had ten years ago when Min Jiru left for abroad and broke up with her.

She gripped the phone tightly, as if by holding onto it, she could hold onto Minmin—keep her from abandoning her, from rejecting her.

“Minmin, I’m begging you! Don’t leave me! Marry me!”

“Let go of my fiancée! Have you no shame? We told you we’re done with you!” Zhang Kai stood beside Min Jiru, exuding the air of a triumphant victor.

“Shut up! I want her to say it! I want to hear it from her own lips!” Meng Xien glared at Zhang Kai, her crimson eyes blazing with a ferocious intensity.

Min Jiru bit down hard on her pale lips, drawing blood. The metallic taste of iron flooded her mouth as tears welled in her eyes, refusing to fall.

“Say something, Minmin. Just say you’ll stay with me!”

Min Jiru gently but firmly removed Meng Xien’s hand from her shoulder.

Meng Xien panicked. “Minmin?”

“I’m sorry, Xien. I have a fiancé now. Let’s never see each other again.”

Meng Xien froze, her body going rigid. The color drained from her face as something inside her collapsed completely, utterly shattered.

“I told you ages ago she’s my fiancée,” Zhang Kai declared triumphantly, wrapping his arm around Min Jiru’s waist in a possessive gesture. He looked down at Meng Xien with contempt. “Look at yourself. You’re just some nobody trying to get with a girl like my fiancée. What do you have besides being an Alpha?”

Meng Xien seemed shocked, as if reliving a scene from ten years ago when a middle-aged woman had jabbed her in the chest, spitting:

“What do you have besides being an Alpha?”

“Little Jiru is destined to marry into a wealthy family. Are you the Huo Family Young Miss?”

“Back then, I didn’t know the Huo Family had a real Young Miss. Now I do—she’s abroad. How could I ever let Jiru associate with someone like you?”

“Get this straight! You’re just a pitiful orphan my maternal aunt took in out of kindness! You stick a couple of feathers in your hair and think you’re a phoenix? Do you really believe you’re a wealthy young lady? Ridiculous! How dare you even dream of it!”

Min Jiru watched the devastated Meng Xien, blood streaming down her head and staining her pale face and clothes. Her once bright, clear eyes were now empty voids, devoid of any life.

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

Meng Xien said nothing, lowering her head and collapsing inward, like a lifeless doll.

Min Jiru cried, repeating over and over, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

Meng Xien lifted her head, giving her a strange smile before turning and opening the door to leave.

Min Jiru’s heart raced at that unsettling gaze. “You’re bleeding! You need to go to the hospital…”

Her words cut off abruptly as Zhang Kai furiously yanked her over. “You’re still hung up on her, aren’t you? Come here!”

The door slammed shut again. Zhang Kai seized Min Jiru’s wrist, throwing her onto the sofa.

“You bitch! Did you sleep with her? When did you start screwing around behind my back? You shameless slut!”

Min Jiru gritted her teeth, crimson fury burning in her eyes. Hatred for her mother, for fate, and for herself erupted. “Zhang Kai, I never loved you! Let’s break up!”

“Break up? Fine. First, make your mother repay me with interest—ten million yuan. Then, let me have my way with you.” Zhang Kai sneered maliciously.

“No! Let me go!”

“You little whore! Still pretending to be virtuous? You’ve already slept with your lover! I’m your legitimate fiancé!”

“No, no…” Min Jiru struggled desperately.

Meng Xien walked through the residential area in a daze, just as a police car entered the complex.

As she passed the gate, the security guard froze, startled. “Young Miss, do… do you need me to call an ambulance?”

Meng Xien seemed not to hear, moving like a zombie as she exited the complex gate.

Qian Lu had been eavesdropping outside the fire door in the stairwell, delighted by the loud argument and sounds of a physical altercation inside. When Meng Xien emerged, she followed her downstairs. Rushing ahead to the complex’s exit, she pretended to meet Meng Xien by chance as the latter slowly walked out, and hurried over.

“Miss Meng! Oh my goodness! What happened to you? You’re covered in blood!”

Meng Xien remained silent, as if she hadn’t seen Qian Lu at all.

Qian Lu persisted, grabbing Meng Xien’s arm. “Miss Meng, where are you going? You’re bleeding profusely. Let me take you to the First People’s Hospital for a check-up.”

Meng Xien finally turned to glance at her, wordlessly pried her hand off, and walked away with a blank expression.

“Miss Meng, Miss Meng, you’re still bleeding!”

Meng Xien acted as if she hadn’t heard, or perhaps didn’t care anymore. She walked alone into the cold winter night, facing the biting wind.

She walked in a daze, alone and unaccompanied, feeling neither the cold nor the pain.

At midnight, the Changbin Bridge was sparsely trafficked. Wang Baobao drove, feeling a little excited. Today, Mother Jiang had cooked a meal and invited her to dinner at their home. After eating, the three of them chatted and played cards.

Mother Jiang enjoyed playing mahjong and poker. Since they couldn’t gather a full mahjong group, Wang Baobao and Doctor Jiang played poker with her using an old-fashioned style. They laughed and chatted, enjoying themselves thoroughly.

When it was time to leave, Doctor Jiang escorted Wang Baobao downstairs. Wang Baobao’s face flushed with nervousness, but he finally mustered the courage to invite her to see a movie together the next evening.

“Sure, let’s go to the movies tomorrow.”

Wang Baobao recalled Doctor Jiang’s smiling agreement, the gentle warmth in the corners of her lips, and he felt an urge to honk his horn, to share his happiness with the whole world.

Wang Baobao casually glanced out the window. A person, head bowed, walked woodenly across the bridge, their head seemingly injured, blood covering their face and clothes. The figure looked somewhat familiar.

As the car passed the person, Wang Baobao saw their face clearly and gasped in shock. Wasn’t this Huo Jianan’s sister, Meng Xien?

The phone on the bedside table suddenly rang, breaking the passionate embrace of the two lovers.

The ringtone grew increasingly insistent, stubbornly persisting. Huo Jianan had no choice but to stop, releasing Ruan Nianning. Panting, she reached for the phone.

Seeing Sister Meng’s name on the caller ID, Huo Jianan froze, the lingering warmth in her heart quickly fading. A sense of foreboding washed over her. It was the dead of night; Sister Meng wouldn’t call at this hour unless it was an emergency.

“What’s wrong, Jianan?” Ruan Nianning asked, her face flushed crimson. She bit the corner of the quilt, lying on the bed, looking pitifully at Huo Jianan.

They had been at the height of passion when the call interrupted them, and the sudden break was… frustrating.

“It’s Sister Meng. It must be urgent.”

Huo Jianan answered the call. “Hello, Sister Meng? What’s wrong?”

A gust of wind blasted through the receiver, making Meng Xien’s voice sound faint and distant, as if it might vanish at any moment.

“Sister Meng, where are you? Are you outside?”

“Jianan, listen carefully to what I’m about to tell you.”

Huo Jianan paused, sensing something was wrong with Meng Xien’s tone. “Sister Meng, what’s wrong? Where are you?”

“Listen carefully. Ruan Nianning didn’t marry you because she loves you. She did it to seek revenge. She believed your mother deliberately caused the accident that killed her mother, so she got close to you, married you, and did all of this for revenge. Don’t trust her too much.”

“You’ve grown up to be an exceptional Alpha. Since joining the company, you’ve performed admirably and achieved great success! Trust your own judgment.”

Huo Jianan’s heart raced with alarm, growing more frightened with each word. “Sister Meng, what’s wrong? Why are you telling me all this?”

“I’ve wanted to tell you this for a long time, but I couldn’t find the right moment. Tonight, I have to say it.”

Meng Xien’s voice paused, then faded away.

Huo Jianan panicked, clutching her phone and shouting, “Sister Meng, what’s happening? What’s going on? Where are you?”

Meng Xien’s voice returned, eerily calm. “You know, I’ve made mistakes in the past. I’ve wronged you and Grandmother, and I always knew Heaven wouldn’t let me off easily.”

“Now that I see how exceptional you’ve become, how much you’ve grown, I’m truly proud. I’m deeply proud.”

“It’s just a pity I can’t be by your side anymore. From now on, the Huo Corporation will be in the hands of Aunt Xu and you.”

“No! Don’t! Sister Meng, what are you doing?” Huo Jianan felt an increasingly ominous dread, her heart pounding with panic. “Why can’t you stay with me and Grandmother?”

Beside her, Ruan Nianning sensed the urgency in the call. Startled awake, she quickly discarded her lingering drowsiness, hurriedly dressing herself and preparing clothes for Jianan.

“Jianan, my dear sister, my only sister… You and Aunt Xu are the dearest people to me in this world. But I was once jealous of you, and I resented Aunt Xu. That was my foolishness, my stupidity! In a moment of misguided thought, I committed an unforgivable mistake!”

“Sister Meng! Sister Meng! Where are you?!” Huo Jianan was on the verge of hysteria. “If you don’t want to worry me and Grandmother, just tell me where you are. Or come back—please come back! Let’s sit down and talk this through. You made a mistake, but we can fix it together.”

“Jianan, you’re such a kind person, my dear sister…” Meng Xien’s voice came in broken fragments, accompanied by a persistent, muffled wind-like noise in the receiver.

“That’s enough. I’ve said everything I needed to say. You and Aunt Xu must stay safe and well. Let me accept the punishment I deserve.”

“What punishment? Hello? Hello!”

The voice cut off abruptly as the call ended.

“What’s wrong? What happened to Sister Meng?” Ruan Nianning asked, her face etched with worry.

“Sister Meng said she made a mistake, that she’s sorry to me and Grandmother, and that she wants Aunt Xu to be safe. She said she needs to accept her punishment.”

Ruan Nianning’s heart skipped a beat. It sounded like Meng Xien was in the same state as herself when she first learned the truth: self-reproachful, guilty, and disheartened.

“I feel like Sister Meng is in a really bad state! I’m so worried about her! I have to find her!”

“Slow down, put your clothes on first,” Ruan Nianning said, handing Huo Jianan her underwear and helping her dress. She followed with a blouse. While Ruan Nianning was helping her into pants, Huo Jianan pulled out her phone and brought up the map.

“Sister Meng didn’t have any engagements today. She seems to be in a relationship, so she’s probably with her girlfriend. At this time, if they’re not out, they should be at home.”

Huo Jianan dialed the manager of True Colors Bar. Meng Xien was a VIP client, so the manager should recognize her.

“Hello, this is Huo Jianan, Sister Meng’s younger sister.”

There was a two-second pause before the manager recognized her. “Oh, Miss Huo! Hello, hello!”

“Did Sister Meng come to your bar tonight?”

“Miss Meng? No, she wasn’t here tonight. She doesn’t come often.”

“Alright, I understand. Thank you.”

After hanging up, Huo Jianan suddenly remembered Xingguang Road and stared at the map, searching the area around Xingguang Road.

“Jianan, don’t panic. Try to remember if you heard anything unusual during the call—car horns, music, singing?”

Huo Jianan thought back. “Yes! There was a whooshing sound, like wind. Every time it came through, Sister Meng’s voice would sound very distant.”

Ruan Nianning pondered. “That sounds like wind. When we film outdoors, strong winds can get picked up by the microphones and need to be edited out later.”

Huo Jianan paused. “Strong winds… That means it must have been an open area or a high place.”

The two exchanged glances, both thinking the same terrifying thought.

“What do we do? There are so many high-rise buildings on Xingguang Road, and it’s not far from Changbin Bridge.”

At the mention of Changbin Bridge, both Huo Jianan and Ruan Nianning felt their hearts skip a beat.

“Should we tell Grandmother?” Ruan Nianning asked.

“No. Grandmother has heart trouble. Let’s not alarm her. We’ll tell Housekeeper He and ask Xiaoman to come with us. We’ll search together.”

Huo Jianan sent a message to Housekeeper He and went to wake up Xiaoman. Just as the three of them got into the car, they received a frantic call from Wang Baobao.

“Wang Baobao sounded urgent. “Dada, hurry over! Something happened to Sister Meng! She jumped into the river! From the Changbin Bridge! She’s being treated at First People’s Hospital right now!”

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