Transmigrated as the Disabled Alpha Wife of the Black Moonlight and She Said She Loves Me - Chapter 66.1

After disembarking from the plane, Huo Jianan had Xiaoman deliver her luggage home while she went straight to the company, stopping by the chairman’s office.

“Grandmother, here’s City D’s specialty breakfast, freshly made this time. It’s much better than the vacuum-packed ones. Would you like to try some while it’s still warm? I brought some for Sister Meng and Sister-in-law too; Xiaoman is delivering it home.”

“Put it away. I’ll eat it at noon,” Xu Weiyi said with a smile, gesturing for her assistant to take the tray. She then pulled her granddaughter down to sit beside her.

“Why didn’t you go home to rest instead of coming straight to the company?”

“I’m not tired at all, Grandmother. Sister Meng is recovering, and there are several major projects running at the company. I couldn’t possibly leave it all to you.”

Xu Weiyi paused, looking at her granddaughter’s radiant enthusiasm. “You’re nothing like your mother. She’s never been interested in managing the company; she only likes painting and traveling. You’re not like Grandmother Songzhi either. She would have loved to manage things, but her health was too frail.”

Huo Jianan smiled. “Then I must take after you, Grandmother. I’m the only one in my generation in our family, and being so smart, I should definitely work hard to help you. Next year, I’m planning to launch a new business venture that will blow your mind!”

Xu Weiyi smiled warmly. “Excellent! Grandmother can’t wait for you to broaden my horizons.”

Watching her granddaughter’s laughter grow more unrestrained, Xu Weiyi felt her spirits lift. Her granddaughter’s newfound cheerfulness and optimism were a welcome change, and perhaps in a few years, she could step back and entrust Huo Corporation to Huo Jianan with confidence.

“Go ahead and attend to your duties. Come here for lunch. We’ll eat together.”

“Alright, Grandmother. I’ll come by for lunch and mooch a meal.”

For dinner, only Grandmother and Huo Jianan were at the table. Min Jiru was in the room with Meng Xien, who was still recovering.

After the meal, Huo Jianan went to visit Sister Meng. “Sister Meng, are you feeling better? Can you lift your arm now?”

Min Jiru smiled. “Her arm is getting stronger. She can lift it this high now.” She demonstrated with a gesture.

Meng Xien noticed Huo Jianan’s radiant mood, her enthusiasm practically glowing. It reminded her of how Jianan always looked after returning from City D to see Ruan Nianning. This time, Jianan seemed even happier, practically beaming with joy.

Watching Huo Jianan chat animatedly with Min Jiru about filming, Meng Xien frowned slightly and turned to Min Jiru. “Minmin, I’d like some of your fruit tea.”

“Sure, just wait here. I’ll go make you some in the kitchen.”

“Thank you, Wife.”

“What’s the trouble? Just let me know anytime you want some.” Min Jiru smiled as she left.

After Min Jiru went downstairs, Huo Jianan chuckled, “Sister Meng, your sister-in-law is so good to you. Your complexion looks much better since you’ve been staying here.”

Meng Xien smiled faintly. “It’s all thanks to Minmin’s efforts. She’s always worried about whether I’m eating and sleeping properly.”

With only the two of them in the room, Meng Xien hesitated before speaking. “Jianan, do you remember what I told you?”

Huo Jianan laughed. “Sister Meng, you’ve told me so many things! Which one are you referring to?”

“That time we returned from Country F, I told you to be independent and not let anyone influence your decisions.”

“Of course I remember! That’s why I decided not to acquire Soul. It’s entirely my own decision. I promise no one is pulling my strings.”

“Did Nianning say anything about this? Did she ask for your opinion?”

“She did ask, but in the end, she told me to decide for myself.”

Meng Xien was surprised. “She really said that?”

Seeing her worried expression and the weight of unspoken words on her lips, Huo Jianan paused, her heart skipping a beat. She couldn’t help but recall the original story: Meng Xien’s collusion with Ruan Nianning, the betrayal of the Huo Family’s two most trusted confidants, which ultimately led to the family’s downfall.

“Sister Meng, what is it? Is there something you need to tell me?”

Meng Xien’s expression shifted rapidly. She suddenly clenched her fists, took a deep breath, as if making an immensely difficult and momentous decision.

After a long pause, Meng Xien unclenched her fists and met Huo Jianan’s gaze. “Yes, there is something I need to tell you. Go close the door.”

Huo Jianan, sensing the gravity of the situation, maneuvered her wheelchair to the door and shut it. She returned to Meng Xien’s bedside.

“Sister Meng, it’s just the two of us now. Go ahead.”

“I know you love Nianning deeply, so I’ve been hesitant to tell you this… but…” Meng Xien paused, as if struggling to find the words. “Ruan Nianning doesn’t actually love you. She married you solely to seek revenge. She’s been using your feelings for her all along.”

Huo Jianan was stunned speechless. What shocked her wasn’t the content of the words themselves, but that Meng Xien would actually tell her such a thing!

“Jianan, Jianan, are you alright?” Meng Xien watched Huo Jianan’s deep shock, growing increasingly worried. Hating her current immobility, she strained her stiff body forward, urgently repeating, “Jianan, Jianan, are you alright?”

Huo Jianan blinked mechanically, snapping out of her daze. “I’m fine. I… I just don’t understand why you’d say something like that, Sister Meng.”

Huo Jianan quickly gathered her thoughts. Meng Xien must have known something to say such a thing, but how did she find out? Had she known all along that Ruan Nianning was here to seek revenge? And when did she discover that?

“I know this is hard to accept right now,” Meng Xien said carefully, watching her with conflicted emotions. She feared two equally terrible outcomes: that Huo Jianan would refuse to believe her, erupting in hysterical screams and accusations, throwing her back into the frenzied, irrational state she had barely escaped. Or that Huo Jianan would plummet into an abyss of despair, losing all hope and interest in life, retreating into complete indifference—or even ending her own life.

Huo Jianan seemed more composed than expected. She leaned forward instinctively, her gaze fixed intently on Meng Xien, desperate to understand why she had said such a thing.

“You said Nianning has been using my feelings for her all along, that she married me to seek revenge. What exactly is this revenge about? Why do you say this? Have you learned something?”

Huo Jianan realized this was her chance, the opportunity to uncover the truth behind Ruan Nianning’s mother’s death. Even if it meant risking another breakdown, she had to get to the bottom of this.

“Tell me! What’s going on? What exactly is Nianning trying to avenge?” Her voice grew increasingly shrill.

“Calm down first. Let’s not alarm the others,” Meng Xien said, her worst fears seeming to come true. Huo Jianan appeared to be teetering on the edge of another breakdown.

Struggling to lift her arm, Meng Xien grabbed a bottle of water from the nearby table, intending to offer it to Huo Jianan. She remembered the doctor’s advice: having Jianan drink water during moments of agitation could help soothe her nerves and ease her stress.

Unfortunately, Meng Xien’s recovering arm lacked the strength. The bottle slipped from her grasp and fell mid-air.

Instead of the expected crash, Huo Jianan reached out and caught the falling bottle just in time.

“Sister Meng, just tell me. Tell me everything.”

Meng Xien took a deep breath. “Alright, I’ll start ten years ago. I don’t know how much you remember after all this time, especially since you were sick with a high fever and unconscious at the time.”

Huo Jianan: “Then tell me from the very beginning. I want you to tell me everything in detail.”

“You should know that my mother and Aunt Xu were close friends, despite the age difference. That’s why, when my mother was critically ill, she entrusted me to Aunt Xu’s care. By then, my Mommy had already been gone for a year.”

“That year, I was 17. Aunt Xu was very kind to me. She transferred me to the best private school in Changbin and arranged everything for me to study abroad in the future. That year, I lost my mother and became an orphan, but then I came to live with Aunt Xu, and later I met Minmin…”

Meng Xien’s eyes reddened without her noticing. “Aunt Xu was truly very good to me. Her daughter and granddaughter lived permanently abroad and never returned. She practically raised me as her own granddaughter.”

That winter, Aunt Xu asked if I wanted to travel abroad. She said I could visit your mother to check on how she and you were doing. So I flew to Country A, and your mother picked me up at the airport. That day, she even cooked dinner herself. The three of us ate together and chatted. I remember the roast chicken she made was delicious. Your mother and I had some red wine, and she told me many stories about her childhood, mentioning Aunt Songzhi and Aunt Xu. Whenever she spoke of Aunt Songzhi, her eyes would grow red, and she said she missed Mommy very much.

The hotel I stayed at was right near your house. The next day, I went to your house again and played with you, building a snowman. You asked me how old I was and if I had differentiated yet.

I told you I had just differentiated and was an Alpha. You proudly declared that you had differentiated long ago and were also an Alpha. You dreamed of becoming an adventurer, traveling the world—caves, the ocean floor, anywhere dangerous. You talked about climbing Mount Everest and going to space.

Your mother came out then. She had gone out to buy something and asked us to come inside, worried we’d catch a cold playing outside too long.

As soon as your mother left, you called me outside again, saying you wanted to go see a girl you liked and give her a gift. Then we rode our bicycles out, you on your own bike, and I on your mother’s.

The classmate’s home wasn’t in our neighborhood; it was quite far away. It took us most of the day to get back, and you even threw away the gift. When your mother asked where we’d been, you told her you’d taken me for a casual stroll to familiarize me with the area.

But not long after we returned, you started feeling unwell—headache, chills, and no appetite for dinner. Your mother quickly sent you to rest. That night, your fever spiked, your face flushed crimson.

Your mother rushed you to the hospital, and I went along. Seeing her anxious state, I deeply regretted not stopping you from going to see that girl. If we hadn’t, you wouldn’t have witnessed her accepting another boy’s gift, nor would you have caught a cold and fallen ill.”

“I remember it was bitterly cold that night, around 9 p.m. The streets were completely deserted. As we approached Bailey Street, the lighting grew dimmer and darker. Suddenly, your mother slammed on the brakes, the car jolted, as if we’d hit something.

You and I were sitting in the back seat. We nearly flew forward, but thankfully we were wearing seatbelts. Then you began convulsing violently. I was terrified. I grabbed you and shouted, “Sister Zhujun, Nannan’s not breathing! She’s seizing!”

Your mother grew even more frantic, clearly panicked and flustered, trying to drive while checking on your condition. She told me to hold you steady and reassured us that we’d be at the hospital soon.

Just then, the car wheels seemed to get caught on something. Sister Zhujun backed up and then forward again twice. The car jolted, and finally freed itself.

Through the rearview mirror, I saw what looked like a person lying on the ground behind the car. I quickly told your mother, “Sister Zhujun, stop! I think we hit someone!”

Your mother quickly pulled over. I got out of the car, and we ran over. Sure enough, we had hit someone—a middle-aged woman covered in blood, her face streaming with blood.

Sister Zhujun quickly called the police and an ambulance.

We were going to wait for the police, but you were getting worse—high fever, seizures, and now vomiting. Your mother held you, frantic and unsure what to do.

I said, “Sister Zhujun, take Jianan to the hospital. I’ll stay here and wait for the police.”

“I was terrified, my hands were shaking. It was the first time I’d seen someone bleed so much, the first time I’d been so close to someone’s death.”

“I heard her cry out for help, and I rushed over and crouched down beside her. I said, ‘We’ve already called the police and an ambulance. Just wait a little longer—they’ll be here soon.'”

“I saw her lying on the cold road, shivering. I thought she must be freezing, so I took off my down jacket and tried to cover her with it. I said, ‘I’m sorry. We didn’t mean to hit you. We’ll pay for all your medical expenses and compensate you.'”

“Then she suddenly grabbed my wrist and said, ‘Don’t save me. I just want more compensation. I’m not trying to extort money. My husband owes a huge debt, and I have a daughter still in middle school. I need the money…'”

“I was scared to tears. She gripped my wrist so tightly. I tried to pull away, but she held on like she was dying.”

Meng Xien sniffled. “All these years later, that scene still resurfaces in my mind from time to time. Even now, I can clearly remember the look in her eyes as she clutched my wrist, and every word she said to me.”

At that moment, Huo Jianan had already vaguely guessed who the woman was. “And what happened after that? What happened to the woman?”

“She clung to me, refusing to let go. Panicked, I fumbled for my phone and called Aunt Xu. I was shaking all over from fear, sobbing as I told her Jianan was sick and that Sister Zhujun had hit someone while driving her to the hospital. The woman was grabbing my hand and wouldn’t let go…”

“Later, the police arrived and pried the woman’s hand off. Even then, I could still hear her saying, ‘Don’t save me. Give the money meant to save me to my husband. Give it to him, give it to him.'”

“Then she went silent.”

“When the ambulance arrived at the hospital, the doctors couldn’t save her. She was dead.”

“Early the next morning, an Asian lawyer rushed to the police station with his assistant. I repeated the woman’s dying words to Sister Zhujun and the lawyer.”

“Sister Zhujun was consumed by guilt and fear, her voice trembling as she spoke. She insisted she hadn’t seen the woman and had no idea she’d been caught under the wheels of the car. She apologized repeatedly for not getting out of the car immediately to check, saying she should have stopped to investigate. The lawyer stepped out to make a phone call.”

Aunt Xu called me shortly after, saying she would handle the matter according to the woman’s wishes. She told me not to worry, that the lawyer would take care of it, and asked me to help Sister Zhujun look after Jianan. She would fly to Country A to deal with it personally.”

“What happened after that?” Huo Jianan asked, remembering something. “Did the woman’s family members attend?”

“Yes, her husband flew to Country A. Sister Zhujun apologized to him in person, and Aunt Xu personally negotiated a settlement. She compensated the husband 6 million yuan—3 million to settle his debts and an additional 3 million out of sympathy for his young daughter who lost her mother. The entire sum was transferred to his bank account after he signed the settlement agreement.”

Meng Xien looked at Huo Jianan and said slowly, “The woman’s husband was named Zou Guohua. His daughter was then called Zou Yan’an, but now she’s known as Ruan Nianning.”

Huo Jianan, though she had already guessed, was still slightly startled. After a moment to compose herself, she asked, “So… Ruan Nianning’s mother wasn’t deliberately run over by my mother?”

“Absolutely not. I can vouch for it. It was truly an accident. Your mother might have been in a rush to get you to the hospital and was too panicked to even realize she’d knocked someone over.”

“That’s the whole story. The lawyer and police who handled the case back then can both confirm it, and Aunt Xu acted in accordance with Ruan Nianning’s mother’s wishes.”

“We didn’t refuse to save her. Perhaps the medical expenses in Country A were too high for Auntie Ruan at the time, but for the Huo Family, it was nothing. And Aunt Xu wouldn’t have paid out a 6 million yuan settlement if she hadn’t been willing to cover the medical costs to save Ruan Nianning’s mother.”

“I still don’t understand why Ruan Nianning felt the need to seek revenge. Her mother did die due to Sister Zhujun’s negligence, but it was an accident no one could have predicted. Yet it happened.”

Huo Jianan took a deep breath. Just as Meng Xien had said, it was an accident. No one wanted it to happen, but it did.

“Sister Meng, when did you realize Nianning married me to seek revenge? Or did you know from the beginning?”

“No, I didn’t suspect she was here to seek revenge at first. I admit, before she married you, I… I did investigate her background. You’re the sole heir of the Huo Family, so it’s only natural to thoroughly vet a future bride’s history.”

Meng Xien’s words trailed off. She had investigated Ruan Nianning at Aunt Xu’s request, and the words Aunt Xu had said to her at the time surfaced clearly in her mind.

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