Transmigrated as the Disabled Alpha Wife of the Black Moonlight and She Said She Loves Me - Chapter 8

“Hey, Dada, what are you doing? Why aren’t you online yet?”

Dada? Huo Jianan paused. That must have been the original owner’s nickname.

“I’m at the hospital.”

The person on the other end was taken aback. “Didn’t you just get married yesterday? Why are you already at the hospital? Don’t tell me you got your sister-in-law pregnant after just one night! Hahaha.”

Huo Jianan: “……”

The words were blunt and inappropriate, but it seemed the original owner had a close relationship with this Wang Baobao.

“Last night was your wedding night. I didn’t dare disturb your candlelit night. But you have to be online today, right? Hurry up!”

“I’m really at the hospital. I got injured.”

“What happened?”

“I accidentally hit my head. There was internal bleeding. I almost couldn’t play online ever again.”

The person gasped. “That serious! You just stay put and rest. Don’t come online tonight. Just relax.”

“Okay.” Huo Jianan was relieved she couldn’t play. She was terrible at games, often criticized by her teammates for her poor skills.

“I’ll visit you at the hospital tomorrow. Wait, no—I hate hospitals. I’ll wait until you’re discharged and visit you at home. Then we can team up for another game.”

Huo Jianan: “……”

Was this person coming to visit her? Or to ask her to team up for a game?

After hanging up the phone, Huo Jianan pushed herself up with her hands and shuffled to the bedside. She positioned the cup under the water dispenser’s spout and pressed the button, successfully filling it with water.

As Huo Jianan savored her first self-served cup of water, Sister Wang knocked on the door and asked through the closed door, “Young Miss, are you alright? Is there anything you need?”

“I’m fine, thank you. I’ll call if I need anything.”

Sister Wang left. The silence in the room intensified, making every sound crisp and clear. Then she heard Ruan Nianning’s voice from the bathroom, likely on a phone call. From the distance and through the closed door, Huo Jianan faintly heard, “Sister Luo, I really don’t want to, but I doubt she’ll agree…”

After a few short words, the call ended. No further sounds came from the bathroom.

Huo Jianan thought, Maybe Ruan Nianning is soaking in the bath. She scrolled through her phone for a while, still reading the chat histories between the original owner and the contacts in her address book. After a while, she switched to flipping through the photo album.

The photo album was almost entirely filled with pictures of Ruan Nianning. Some were candid shots taken while she was eating in a restaurant, presumably by the original owner. Others were selfies of the original owner embracing Ruan Nianning, their arms around each other. There were also publicity photos from Ruan Nianning’s acting roles and advertisements.

Huo Jianan looked at the photo of the original owner, who was smiling brightly as she hugged Ruan Nianning tightly. The infectious grin seemed to suggest that, in that moment, the original owner was truly happy—so happy that she seemed to have forgotten her disability.

But when Huo Jianan looked at Ruan Nianning, although she was also smiling, her smile lacked the original owner’s genuine warmth. It was a forced, ingratiating smile, yet even that couldn’t mask the icy chill in her eyes.

Huo Jianan scrolled through more photos until a picture of a middle-aged woman caught her eye. The woman was painting in a cramped studio, seated before a canvas, one hand holding a brush, the other a palette. The photo seemed to have been taken candidly, capturing the moment she turned to glance back. The woman looked to be around thirty-six or thirty-seven years old, with striking similarities to the original owner’s facial features.

Huo Jianan suddenly realized this must be her original body’s mother, Huo Zhujun.

The novel mentioned that Huo Zhujun had died of illness before her daughter’s wedding, returning to China just in time to formally welcome her disabled daughter, Huo Jianan, back into the Huo family.

By then, Ruan Nianning had already begun to make a name for herself in the entertainment industry, gaining some popularity. Upon learning of her enemy Huo Zhujun’s death, she redirected her vengeance toward the entire Huo family.

How ruthless!

Huo Jianan turned her gaze toward the window. Under the night sky, Changbin’s upscale residential buildings, CBD skyscrapers, and towering hotels stood in dense clusters. The flashing rooftop lights and LED billboards were particularly vivid against the darkness. She could faintly hear the roar of traffic from distant streets—this was a bustling metropolis that never slept.

Ruan Nianning had already become a major star. Even without marrying into wealth, she could have lived a comfortable life, finding someone she loved to share this vibrant world with and enjoy their remaining years together. Yet she had resolutely chosen to abandon it all.

Huo Jianan was once again curious about what exactly had happened in the past to make Ruan Nianning so determined to destroy the Huo family, even at the cost of her own life.

She wasn’t sure how much time had passed when she suddenly realized Ruan Nianning still hadn’t come out of the bathroom. There wasn’t a single sound coming from inside. Huo Jianan’s heart skipped a beat, and her anxiety surged. She picked up her phone, maneuvered her wheelchair to the bedside, braced herself with her hands, and transferred onto the wheelchair. She drove it to the bathroom door.

“Darling, darling,” Huo Jianan called out twice, but there was no response. She pushed the door open and slid her wheelchair inside. Ruan Nianning was leaning back against the bathtub, asleep, her body submerged in the water. Her chestnut curls were neatly pinned up, her head resting against the tub’s edge, revealing her snow-white neck and sensual collarbone.

She slept so peacefully, her breathing even, long eyelashes trembling slightly, a droplet of water clinging to the tip of her straight nose, poised to fall. She looked so serene and gentle, yet even in sleep, her brows remained slightly furrowed, as if weighed down by endless worries and troubles.

Huo Jianan gently nudged Ruan Nianning’s exposed shoulder. “Wife, wake up. It’s time to get out of bed.”

Ruan Nianning jolted awake, her eyes bleary with sleep. As soon as she saw Huo Jianan, the drowsy languor vanished, replaced by a fiery intensity. The icy hatred swiftly dispersed the lingering haze of slumber.

Startled by the venomous glare, Huo Jianan shuddered. Fearful that Ruan Nianning might act impulsively—perhaps by pushing her into the bathtub and drowning her—she quickly called out, “Wife,” deliberately emphasizing the word to remind Wolfie to stay rational and control her emotions.

Ruan Nianning regained her composure, skillfully suppressing the hatred in her eyes.

“Jianan? What are you doing here?”

“I came to check on you since you hadn’t come out for so long,” Huo Jianan said, her heart pounding. She forced a calm expression and handed Ruan Nianning a towel. “Wife, don’t sleep here. The water’s cold. You’ll catch a cold.”

Ruan Nianning accepted the towel, surprised. “Did I really fall asleep?”

“Mmm, you were sleeping so soundly. I know you’ve been working hard these past few days, Wife. You should go back to bed and get some proper rest.” Huo Jianan smiled warmly at her, turning her wheelchair with practiced ease. “I won’t keep you any longer. I’ll head out now.”

With that, she flung open the door and fled as if her life depended on it.

Ruan Nianning clutched the towel, remaining motionless in the bathwater. She wondered if she was imagining things, but it felt like the crazy Huo Jianan was actually a little afraid of her.

Ruan Nianning didn’t dwell on it, her thoughts drifting to her childhood.

Back then, her family had been comfortably well-off. She loved soaking in the bathtub during winter, sometimes refusing to get out even when the water grew cold. Her mother would scoop her out, wrap her in a thick towel, and say, “Ningning, the water’s cold now. You’ll catch a cold.” She would obediently let her mother dry her, then slip into her pajamas and burrow under the warm quilt. Her mother would kiss her forehead and say, “Sleep well, Ningning.”

There were beautiful houses, adorable clothes, dainty leather shoes, her mother’s laughter, and her mother’s kisses.

But all of that vanished like mist and smoke when the factory closed, her father fell into debt, and their world crumbled.

Later, even Mom was gone.

Ruan Nianning clutched the towel, squeezing it until it was nearly torn apart. Then, the voice of her mother’s murderer’s daughter rang out from outside the bathroom: “Wife, are you okay? Why haven’t you come out yet?”

Ruan Nianning’s eyes turned cold. With a splash, she stood up from the bathtub, water cascading down her slender curves. Expressionless, she dried herself. “I’m coming.”

Just as she was about to reach for her pink nightgown, she suddenly remembered Huo Jianan’s request from the previous day. Her fingertips traced the pink fabric before she picked up the black nightgown instead.

Huo Jianan had already witnessed Wolfie’s beauty and figure the day before, but seeing her fresh out of the bath today left her utterly stunned.

“Like a lotus emerging from clear water, naturally beautiful without adornment”—this perfectly described Ruan Nianning at that moment. Without a trace of makeup, her skin glowed with an ethereal radiance, as smooth as cream and delicate as the finest silk. Her refined features bore a faint blush, accentuated by her snow-white complexion, lending her an alluring, feminine charm. Her tall, slender frame was elegantly draped in the luxurious black nightgown, revealing long, straight legs while still hinting at the curves of her figure, the gentle rise and fall of her chest barely contained by the fabric.

Huo Jianan couldn’t help but notice how dazzlingly pale Ruan Nianning’s skin was—her arms, legs, collarbones, everywhere. She cleared her throat and averted her gaze, shifting to the left side of the bed near the water dispenser to make room for her.

Ruan Nianning only needed rest now, no further surgery was necessary. Her hospital bed was a spacious, comfortable double bed. Ruan Nianning glanced at her, smoothed her soft, chestnut-colored hair, then approached the bed, lifted the covers, and climbed in.

“Jianan, are you feeling alright? Any headache?”

“No, I’m fine. No discomfort at all. I plan to ask the doctor tomorrow to discharge me and go home.”

“You feel pretty good?”

“Mm-hmm, I’m doing well.”

Ruan Nianning pursed her lips, then suddenly rolled over, her snow-white arm wrapping around Huo Jianan’s waist as she pressed her body flush against her, murmuring seductively, “Jianan…”

Huo Jianan froze.

Why, why is she suddenly… Does she… Is she going to…?!

Huo Jianan broke out in a cold sweat. She stiffly pried Wolfie’s hand off her and scooted away.

“What’s wrong?” Ruan Nianning asked, genuinely puzzled. She’d been so proactive—did Huo Jianan want her or not? If not, why had she exposed her gland in the bathroom just now?

“I… I’m afraid you’ll squeeze me,” Huo Jianan mumbled, grasping for an excuse.

She was afraid! Truly afraid! Wolfie was here to annihilate the Huo family, and she’d only just begun enjoying the life of a wealthy heiress. She didn’t want that life to end. Besides, even though she was currently in an Alpha’s body, she still didn’t understand the mechanics of marking.

Ruan Nianning’s lips curled slightly, her downcast eyes glinting with icy amusement. Playing games with me? Teasing me?

Earlier, Huo Jianan had tried to mark her multiple times, and Ruan Nianning had always refused, citing her reluctance to be marked before marriage. But now, with no excuses left, the inevitable had arrived. They were already married, and this day was bound to come sooner or later.

“It’s only when we’re close that it works. How can I mark you if we’re not touching?” Ruan Nianning’s voice was soft and sweet, the kind that could make half your body melt. But the more she acted alluring, the more Huo Jianan trembled.

That flawless face drew closer, those vibrant lips, like a dew-laden rose, so alluring you’d want to kiss them.

Huo Jianan steeled herself, keeping her eyes fixed on her own nose, not daring to move an inch.

“Jianan, why won’t you look at me?” The drawn-out syllables hung in the air like a siren’s call, capable of stealing a man’s very soul. She cradled Huo Jianan’s face, her breath carrying a faint floral scent.

Huo Jianan couldn’t identify the exact flower. It reminded her of jasmine, but richer and more intoxicating. She couldn’t put it into words, only that it smelled wonderful.

Her heart raced, blood surged, and even the glands at the back of her neck seemed to tremble.

What do I do? What do I do…?

Huo Jianan kept her head lowered, refusing to meet her wife’s gaze. Faced with this seduction, she hardened her resolve against yielding while desperately searching her mind for an excuse.

“My head is injured. I can’t mark you. What if it starts bleeding again?”

Ruan Nianning paused, realizing this was a valid concern. What if Huo Jianan got too excited during the marking process and the blood vessels in her head ruptured again?

If their only granddaughter died like this, Xu Weiyi would be furious and shocked, but she might not die of anger. Moreover, the Huo family’s businesses wouldn’t collapse. That would be too lenient a punishment for the Huo family!

“Alright, I’ll wait for you,” Ruan Nianning said, releasing Huo Jianan. She leaned in and kissed her cheek. “Don’t keep me waiting too long, darling.”

Huo Jianan secretly sighed in relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her shoulders.

She poured herself another glass of water and sipped it slowly. What should I do? Wolfie was constantly trying to use her beauty against her.

As the saying goes: it’s not the thief stealing that you fear, but the thief who keeps coming back. Right now, she was just a lamb in the palm of Wolfie’s hand.

No, no, no. She needed to figure out the root of Ruan Nianning’s deep-seated hatred quickly. Otherwise, with this beautiful wolf by her side, she wouldn’t get a moment’s peace.

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