Transmigrated as the Disabled Alpha Wife of the Black Moonlight and She Said She Loves Me - Chapter 67.1

“I knew I couldn’t save you, so I foolishly decided to use my own method.”

“…In short, it was a stupid, childish, utterly misguided method. I’m sorry, Aunt Xu, I’m sorry, Huo Family. My narrow-minded foolishness harmed Aunt Xu and ruined you.”

Huo Jianan repeatedly replayed Meng Xien’s words in her mind. She didn’t know exactly what Meng Xien had done, but seeing Sister Meng’s profound regret and anguish, perhaps she really had committed an irreparable mistake in her dream?

A sudden realization struck Huo Jianan. Dreams! Could Sister Meng’s dream actually be the world from the original novel?

But what exactly had Meng Xien done?

The only ones who knew the answer were likely Meng Xien herself and her accomplice, Ruan Nianning. However, since Jianan had transmigrated into this world, many events from the original novel had changed. Meng Xien was kind to Grandmother and Jianan, showing no signs of scheming against the Huo Corporation. As for Ruan Nianning, her beloved wife, she clearly wasn’t an accomplice anymore.

Huo Jianan rubbed her temples, her head throbbing.

The evening breeze poured through the half-open window like a chilly tide, flooding the room.

Seated by the bedroom window, Jianan felt the cold wind stream down her nose and into her lungs. A coolness spread from her throat to her chest, but instead of feeling chilled, she found the sensation refreshing, as if her mind and body had been cleansed. Gradually, her thoughts cleared.

Regardless of everything else, tonight’s conversation with Sister Meng had at least revealed the circumstances surrounding Ruan Nianning’s mother’s death. As Meng Xien had explained, Huo Zhujun hadn’t intentionally run her down.

Jianan could imagine how utterly devastated and heartbroken the young Ruan Nianning must have been when she learned of her mother’s death across the ocean.

Her life had been so difficult. Bullied at school, she had no choice but to endure it silently. At home, especially after her mother went abroad to work, she must have felt terrified walking alone through the dirty, narrow hallways, constantly under the lecherous gazes of opportunistic men.

And her father… he was such a man, completely unreliable.

Her only dream was to graduate from middle school as soon as possible, work part-time jobs to save money, and buy two plane tickets to take her grandmother to see her mother.

After longing for this reunion for so long, Ruan Nianning was certain that when she finally saw her mother in a foreign land, she would embrace her, laughing and crying.

But overnight, her mother was gone. Her dream, her hope, shattered without warning.

Huo Jianan took a deep breath, rubbing her slightly stinging nose.

If she could, she wished she could have traveled back in time sooner, to meet Ruan Nianning earlier.

Just then, her phone rang—it was a video call from Ruan Nianning.

Huo Jianan paused for several seconds before swiping to answer the call.

“Darling, you’re up early today.”

“It’s not early—it’s already 10:30!” Ruan Nianning immediately noticed Huo Jianan’s red nose. “Why is your nose so red?”

“Oh, I had the window open. Maybe the wind blew it.”

“Are you trying to freeze yourself sick? It’s almost the New Year! Do you know how cold it is outside?”

As Ruan Nianning continued to fire off questions like a machine gun, Huo Jianan obediently closed the window.

“Honey, I need to tell you something.”

“What is it?”

“Just now, you looked like a fierce little kitten, so tough and feisty.”

Ruan Nianning hmphed, her fierce expression vanishing without a trace as the corners of her lips involuntarily curled upward.

When they first married, Ruan Nianning had always teased her, but Huo Jianan knew that was just a facade. Beneath it all, Ruan Nianning had been cold and distant. Now, though, she had become increasingly clingy, more and more like a feisty yet adorable cat.

“Why aren’t you talking?” Ruan Nianning asked.

“Let me just look at you.” Huo Jianan leaned forward, her chin resting in her hand, her long lashes framing a pair of bright, jet-black eyes fixed intently on the person on the screen. “Wife, is filming tiring?”

“Not at all. Today there were no action scenes, just dialogue. Since I’d rehearsed with Sister Song beforehand, the shoot went very smoothly.”

“Another one-take success?”

“With Sister Song guiding me, of course it was a one-take success.”

“You idolize Sister Song so much. I’m getting jealous.”

Ruan Nianning paused. “Why are you jealous?”

“You’ve never idolized me.”

“You’re jealous over that too?”

“Hmm, I want you to tell me you idolize me.”

Ruan Nianning laughed again, it was the first time she’d seen Huo Jianan act so childlike.

“Alright, alright, alright. I idolize you too. Even though your acting talent is lacking, you’re still more than capable of being a no-dialogue extra.”

Huo Jianan grinned widely, as if she’d received the greatest praise. “Of course! I’ve got good looks on my side. I’m handsome! I think I can even be a front-row, no-dialogue extra.”

“Show-off! You narcissist!”

Seeing Ruan Nianning’s relaxed, carefree smile, Huo Jianan decided not to reveal the truth about her mother’s accident just yet. She liked seeing her laugh—genuinely, worry-free laughter.

She’d wait to tell her when they met in person. For now, let her focus on filming in peace.

After bathing, Huo Jianan towel-dried her wet hair and walked to the table to grab a drink.

Her phone lit up with a new message. She tapped it open—it was from Ruan Nianning: I love you. Don’t be jealous anymore.

Who knew that fierce, independent “cat lady” was still thinking about that joke?

Huo Jianan’s heart softened completely. As she typed her reply, even her eyes seemed to smile. Wife, I love you too. She quickly sent a second message: I’m not jealous at all. I just want to eat you.

On the other end of the line, Ruan Nianning lay in bed, laughing and scolding playfully. She replied with three words: Big pervert!

Huo Jianan: Wife, I’ve taken a shower, brushed my teeth, and washed my fingers extra clean.

Ruan Nianning’s lips curled into a smile, her cheeks flushed as she bit the corner of her lip, laughing. Go to sleep! No more nonsense.

Huo Jianan: Okay. Sleep, sleep. Goodnight, Wife.

Almost instantly, she received an emoji of a little white cat pouncing on a little gray cat, wanting a kiss.

Huo Jianan typed happily: Wife, there are still 19 days left. I’m counting down until you pounce on me.

Ruan Nianning’s teeth itched with frustration. Go to sleep! Stop thinking about it!

In the hotel room, Ruan Nianning twisted restlessly under the covers like a writhing maggot. In the darkness, she tossed and turned again, letting out a soft sigh, sweet yet tinged with regret—still 19 days.

“Aunt Xu, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I didn’t, I didn’t…”

Late at night, Meng Xien lay asleep, her eyes tightly shut, her body trembling uncontrollably. Her lips moved soundlessly, repeating over and over: “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t, I didn’t…”

With a soft click, Min Jiru turned on the bedside lamp and gently shook the person beside her. “Xien, Xien, wake up.”

Meng Xien mumbled, “Hm?” and opened her eyes. “Was I dreaming?”

“Yes, you were talking in your sleep,” Min Jiru said, concern etched on her face as she felt Meng Xien’s forehead and neck, both clammy with cold sweat. She pulled out a tissue and carefully wiped away the moisture.

Meng Xien remained still, watching Min Jiru’s gentle movements. “Minmin, thank you,” she murmured.

“I’m your wife. Taking care of you is my duty.” Min Jiru poured her a glass of warm water.

“What time is it?”

Min Jiru glanced at the phone on the bedside table. “It’s 3:30 AM. Do you want to try to sleep some more?”

Meng Xien shook her head. “I can’t sleep. I don’t feel sleepy at all.”

“Alright, let’s talk then.” Min Jiru nestled closer, her pale, soft fingers gently clasping Meng Xien’s hand. “Relax, Xien. You’ve been tense all night. Your body feels so stiff, even more than the past few days.”

“Really? I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.” Meng Xien shifted closer, her clumsy movements as she pressed her aching body against her beloved wife, like a clumsy little bear trying to comfort her.

Min Jiru smiled gently and tightened her grip on the hand resting in her lap. “Xien, is something bothering you?”

Though Meng Xien hadn’t said a word since Huo Jianan left, Min Jiru sensed a deep, unresolved issue weighing on her heart, something closely tied to Jianan. Otherwise, why would she have mentioned Ruan Nianning’s desire for revenge over her mother’s death and urged Jianan to remember it?

Min Jiru looked up at her. “Can you tell me about the dream you were talking about with Jianan?”

Meng Xien visibly startled. “You heard us?”

“No, I didn’t hear anything. But I want you to tell me. Did you know you were murmuring ‘sorry, sorry’ in your sleep? If there’s something you can’t tell Jianan, you can tell me. I don’t want you to keep it all inside, suffocating and unable to sleep.”

Touched, Meng Xien squeezed her hand. After a long pause, she finally spoke.

“There’s a secret I’ve never dared to share with anyone. I don’t know how to say it, and I’m afraid of frightening you.”

Min Jiru’s hand stilled, her heart pounding. “What is it?”

“I…” Meng Xien’s heart raced, pounding harder with each beat. She took a deep breath, as if making a monumental decision.

“Actually, I… I’ve been reborn.”

Min Jiru’s eyes widened, her heart stopping momentarily as her mind froze. “You’ve been reborn?”

Her face turned deathly pale, her eyes reflecting an unprecedented shock.

Meng Xienen wasn’t surprised by her reaction. “Does that scare you?”

Min Jiru paused, then stammered, “No, I just… I never expected this! It’s unbelievable!”

She clutched the hand in her lap tightly, her words tumbling out incoherently. “Xien, how did you get reborn? What happened? Was it an accident?”

“You know Aunt Xu is a close friend of my mother. After my Mommy passed away when I was 17, Aunt Xu adopted me. At the time, Sister Zhujun and Jianan had already settled abroad, leaving only Aunt Xu and me at home.”

Min Jiru nodded. “So, did we still meet at Aunt Xu’s house in our previous life?”

Meng Xienen smiled. “Yes, we did. You, your mother, and your grandmother came to visit Aunt Xu. We sat across from each other at the dining table. You were beautiful and shy, eating slowly and daintily. I served you peanut cheese, and you lowered your head, blushing and murmuring thanks, but didn’t eat any. That’s when I fell in love with you at first sight.”

“Initially, your mother didn’t know Aunt Xu’s real granddaughter was living abroad. She thought I was the only adopted daughter of the Huo family, so she wholeheartedly supported and encouraged our relationship. But when she later learned of Jianan’s existence, her attitude completely changed.” Meng Xien’s smile faded. “You left me, sent abroad by your mother. In the previous life, I never waited for you to return. After you left, you called me once, and then vanished completely from my world.”

Min Jiru was stunned, unable to speak.

“That winter, something happened. During the holiday break, I flew to Sister Zhujun’s place for a visit. Partly for a vacation abroad, and partly to check on Sister Zhujun and her daughter for Aunt Xu.”

“It was during that visit… something happened,” Meng Xien said slowly. “That night, Ruan Nianning’s mother died in a traffic accident.”

Min Jiru gasped. “And then?”

“After that, the grown-up Ruan Nianning came to seek revenge against the Huo family. She became a famous actress, successfully marrying into the Huo family and becoming Jianan’s Madam.

But she never truly loved Jianan; her only goal was to retaliate against the Huo Corporation and destroy it.

Under her influence, Jianan entered the company, becoming the CEO and taking charge of its affairs. But she had no understanding of management and refused to listen to others’ advice. No matter how I tried to counsel her, it was all in vain.”

She was possessed, clinging stubbornly to her ideas. Her visions were overly idealistic and optimistic, ignoring too many practical factors. Neither I nor the company executives could possibly support such immature proposals. We repeatedly urged her to reconsider, but she accused us of doubting her abilities and questioning her judgment, claiming only Nianning understood her.

Meng Xien smiled bitterly. “First, she made a massive acquisition for 51 billion yuan, depleting over half of the company’s liquid funds. Then came a series of smaller mergers and acquisitions—2 billion, 3 billion, 6 billion. Within two years, she acquired thirteen companies. Yet only two proved profitable. The rest were money pits, bleeding the company dry. Instead of strengthening Huo Corporation, they acted like parasites, sucking its lifeblood.”

“Aunt Xu couldn’t sit by any longer. She stepped in, sold seven companies, spun off four, and ordered Jianan to stop acquiring new businesses. That New Year’s Eve, meant to be a night of family reunion, turned into a bitter confrontation between Jianan and Aunt Xu. Aunt Xu’s heart condition flared up, and she was rushed to the hospital. Before leaving, she entrusted me with watching over Jianan, warning me not to let her continue her reckless schemes. We had to protect Huo Corporation at all costs.”

Min Jiru asked, “Did you try to stop Jianan?”

“At that time, only Aunt Xu still held onto any illusions about Jianan. I had already lost all hope for her. I knew I couldn’t persuade her anymore, that I couldn’t stop her.”

“Why not?”

Meng Xien was transported back to her previous life, recalling Huo Jianan’s vicious, venomous outburst, her words like razor-sharp blades piercing her heart. She never imagined that one of her closest confidantes, someone she treated like a younger sister, would speak to her with such brutal malice.

“Because, during that period, our relationship deteriorated significantly due to a clash in business philosophies. It reached rock bottom. She had reached the point where even seeing me filled her with loathing and disgust.

Now that Aunt Xu is hospitalized and entrusted me with supervising Jianan, urging me to help her preserve the Huo Corporation, but Jianan refuses to listen to me. How can I possibly protect it?”

Meng Xien’s gaze flickered with self-derision. “It was at this critical juncture that I fell for the schemes of a treacherous schemer, made an utterly foolish decision, and devised what I naively believed to be a brilliant plan.”

“What method?”

“I figured, rather than watching Huo Corporation collapse, I might as well take it for myself.”

Min Jiru gasped, her face paling. “Why… why would you do such a thing?”

“Because I can’t let Huo Corporation fall! I can’t let it disappear like that!”

“Do you know what I discovered after Aunt Xu was hospitalized? Ruan Nianning had been manipulating Jianan from the shadows. Jianan was like a woman possessed, making every decision based on Nianning’s advice. And Nianning only told her to spend recklessly, to become more radical—to bankrupt Huo Corporation!”

“One day, I confronted Ruan Nianning. I asked her, ‘What’s in it for you to destroy Huo Corporation?’

“She told me it was about revenge! Huo Jianan’s mother had hit and killed her mother in a car accident, so why couldn’t she take revenge? With Huo Zhujun dead, she planned to use Jianan’s hands to ruin the Huo family!”

“So I proposed a partnership. She wanted revenge, and I wanted Huo Corporation.”

Min Jiru couldn’t believe it. “You actually did that? Why didn’t you tell Ruan Nianning that Jianan’s mother didn’t intentionally hit her mother?”

“Am I really that bad, that despicable? Aunt Xu has been so kind to me, and the Huo family has been so generous, raising me for ten years. Yet I’m betraying Aunt Xu. I’m utterly wicked—my conscience must have been eaten by dogs!”

“No, you’re not like that,” Min Jiru said, her heart aching as she looked at her. “Xien, you’re not like that. I know you care deeply about Aunt Xu and Jianan. Tell me, why are you doing this? Wait, did you listen to that despicable person? Who was it?”

“Yes, I listened to him. He told me something… He asked, ‘Do you want to see Xu Weiyi’s will?'”

“I knew someone was deliberately setting a trap to lure me in, but I couldn’t resist. I still went to look. I wanted to know—I needed to know the answer.”

“What did you want to know?”

“I wanted to know my place in Aunt Xu’s heart! Did she ever see me as her own granddaughter?!” Meng Xien roared, her voice tearing from her chest. Tears welled in her eyes, and the rims of her eyelids reddened. “I’ll always remember that I’m not a member of the Huo family—I’m just their adopted daughter. Just like your mother said, I’m nothing more than a pitiful creature living under someone else’s roof!”

Min Jiru stood frozen, horrified that her mother’s crude words had so deeply wounded Meng Xien, piercing her heart like a sharp blade.

“It’s because I’m not a Huo that your mother disapproves of me and forbids you from being with me.

It’s because I’m not a Huo that at every banquet and party, people whisper behind their hands, ‘She’s just the Huo family’s adopted daughter.’

But it doesn’t matter. As long as Aunt Xu treats me like her own granddaughter, that’s enough.”

“I’m sorry, Xien. I’m so sorry. I wish my mother had never said those words.” Min Jiru held her tightly, kissing away the tears on her face with trembling lips. “I love you. I’ve never cared about your surname or whether you’re a heiress to a wealthy family. I’ve always loved you.”

Surrounded by Jiru’s embrace, Meng Xien felt warmth seeping into her frozen body from Jiru’s soft, warm form. “I know… I know…”

“That day I read the will, I was stunned. For the first time, I felt jealousy and even hatred toward Jianan.”

When Aunt Xu brought me to the Huo family, she told me she had a granddaughter a few years younger than me living abroad. Because her daughter was estranged from her, she was raising her granddaughter overseas and refused to return.

Aunt Xu also said that if her granddaughter were here, I, as her “sister,” could play with her, and we could eventually be like sisters. Then the Huo family would have two granddaughters.

At the time, I was overjoyed. Even though I had lost both my mother and my Mommy, I had Aunt Xu—I still had a family.

Over the next few years, Aunt Xu was incredibly kind to me, treating me like her own granddaughter. She said she had been too busy managing the Huo Corporation in the past and hadn’t paid enough attention to Sister Zhujun, leaving Aunt Huo to take care of the household. Now, she vowed to learn how to be a good grandmother.

After finishing my studies, I joined the Huo Corporation. In just four or five short years, I rose from Operations Director to CEO. Aunt Xu personally mentored me, teaching me everything from how to conduct myself to how to handle business matters, guiding me every step of the way.

I wouldn’t be where I am today without Aunt Xu. She often said that my mother and Mommy would be proud of me if they could see me now. I felt incredibly happy and proud. I believed that not only would my mother and Mommy be proud of me, but Aunt Xu would be proud of me too.

But everything changed when Huo Jianan officially returned to the Huo family.”

Min Jiru pursed her lips, remembering that Jianan was, after all, the true blood of the Huo family. Having spent most of her life abroad and not seen Aunt Xu for twenty years, it was only natural for Aunt Xu to dote on her own granddaughter.

“After Jianan returned, Aunt Xu only praised her and stopped complimenting me altogether. Even when Jianan was blatantly wrong, absurd, or ridiculous, Aunt Xu never rebuked her.

The most common thing she said to me was, ‘You must take care of Jianan.’ ‘Watch over Jianan and prevent her from making mistakes.’

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