My Black Moonlight Wife Says She Loves Me - Chapter 12

The matter concluded far more swiftly and smoothly than anticipated. The trousers cost 170,000 yuan, and Huo Jianan casually remarked, “Since you refuse to round down the price, you’ll pay the full amount.”

“And since you’re so fond of picking oranges, you’ll harvest every last one from this tree. Feel free to eat as many as you like.”

“Oh, and don’t forget to compensate for the lawn. It’s meticulously manicured—walking on it feels refreshing and invigorating. I’d estimate it cost at least 30,000 yuan to maintain it so well.”

It turned out the family’s surname was Lei. In addition to paying the 170,000 yuan for the trousers, they also compensated the hospital 30,000 yuan for damaging the greenery and issued formal apologies to Miss Huo and Doctor Jiang Shumin. Even the Lei Family’s eldest son, who was recuperating in the hospital, personally came to apologize to Huo Jianan.

The more arrogant they had been earlier, the more groveling they became afterward.

It was through this incident that Huo Jianan learned the female doctor who had shielded her from the orange was named Jiang Shumin and happened to be an orthopedic surgeon.

In Doctor Jiang’s office, Huo Jianan dismissed Butler He and turned to the doctor to express her gratitude. “Doctor Jiang, thank you so much for earlier! If you hadn’t intervened, I might have been hit in the head by that orange.”

Jiang Shumin smiled gently. “Miss Huo, you’re too kind. I just happened to be passing by and saw a patient with a head bandage, so I couldn’t help but meddle.”

She had heard from her colleagues that Miss Huo from the Huo Family was hospitalized here with a head injury, operated on by Doctor Zhou, the country’s top neurosurgeon. She also knew that Miss Huo had been confined to a wheelchair for four years due to paralyzed legs. Her previous attending physician had emigrated abroad, and yesterday the hospital director had asked Jiang Shumin to take over as Miss Huo’s primary doctor.

She had planned to visit Miss Huo’s room today, but she never expected to meet her in the garden like this.

Jiang Shumin recalled the hospital director’s assessment of Miss Huo: “Reclusive and temperamental, but that’s understandable. A privileged heiress with a perfect life, suddenly crippled—it must be unbearable for her.”

“How did her legs become paralyzed? Was it congenital?”

“No, it wasn’t congenital. On her 18th birthday, Miss Huo went paragliding with friends, and there was an accident.”

The Miss Huo before her was even younger and more beautiful than Jiang Shumin had imagined. If not for the wheelchair, she would undoubtedly be a radiant, dazzling woman who captivated all eyes.

Jiang Shumin couldn’t help but sigh inwardly, What a pity.

“Doctor Jiang, I want to ask, is there any chance my legs can recover? Or any way I can stand again?”

“We need to conduct further examinations and then assess the situation based on the most advanced domestic and international technologies,” Jiang Shumin replied.

“Very well. Thank you, Doctor Jiang. When can I start the examinations?”

Seeing Miss Huo’s eager cooperation, Jiang Shumin smiled. This Miss Huo was nothing like the hospital director had described—not withdrawn or temperamental, but rather optimistic, quick-witted, and proactive.

“Tomorrow morning at nine o’clock? Would that work?”

“Yes,” Huo Jianan nodded. “I’ll come find you then.”

As dinner approached, Ruan Nianning returned to the hospital, laden with shopping bags from her day’s spree. The chauffeur helped the Young Mistress carry them upstairs.

“Jianan, I picked out these clothes for you. Do you like them?”

Huo Jianan could tell Ruan Nianning was in a good mood. After spending the day away from the hospital, she didn’t have to face her enemy’s daughter, the Huo Family, or pretend to please them. She must have felt physically and mentally relieved.

During afternoon tea, Ruan Nianning glanced at the massive billboard across the street featuring Song Shiyu, a top-tier celebrity, before silently averting her gaze.

Now that she was the Huo Family’s Young Mistress, she likely wouldn’t have the chance to collaborate with Sister Song again. The new drama was set to begin filming next month, and if she hadn’t married into wealth, the second female lead would have been hers. She had long anticipated acting opposite Sister Song, but the opportunity had vanished.

Ruan Nianning suddenly felt an even deeper hatred for the Huo Family—for Huo Zhujun, Xu Weiyi, and especially Huo Jianan!

If not for her desire for revenge, she wouldn’t have to endure this utterly boring life as a wealthy family’s Young Mistress. She should be back on set, working with exceptional actors like Sister Song, portraying vivid, complex characters with depth and humanity.

Frustrated, Ruan Nianning poked at the delicate pastries before her. She took a sip of her black tea, then suddenly remembered something and pulled out her phone.

There were no missed calls, no missed video calls, and no unread messages.

Ruan Nianning paused, surprised. This was the first time Huo Jianan hadn’t contacted her after she’d been out for so long.

Ruan Nianning recalled Huo Jianan’s strange behavior yesterday, even refusing to be intimate with her. Instead of feeling relieved, she felt a growing sense of unease.

With that thought, Ruan Nianning abandoned her tea, grabbed her bag, and left.

Huo Jianan examined the luxury brand ready-to-wear clothes Ruan Nianning had bought, and at her insistence, tried on two outfits.

Huo Jianan had never imagined that someone as ordinary as herself could one day casually buy such ridiculously expensive luxury goods, as easily as she’d buy a cheap T-shirt.

To her surprise, the luxury brands looked remarkably good on her. The price, it seemed, was justified.

Standing with her hand on the armrest, Huo Jianan wore a sophisticated, high-end coat that exuded both dignified elegance and feminine charm. Combined with her naturally beautiful features, she looked stunning. Huo Jianan smiled at her reflection in the mirror.

“It suits you perfectly,” Ruan Nianning said, having approached unnoticed. She wrapped her arms around Huo Jianan’s waist, pressing herself close.

She was dressed in a casual yet stylish outfit, exuding youthful energy. With her chin resting on Huo Jianan’s shoulder, she leaned against her like a little bird seeking shelter.

Huo Jianan gazed at their perfectly matched reflections in the mirror, her heart suddenly pounding. If I really had such a beautiful, adorable girlfriend who genuinely loved me, how incredibly happy I would be.

“You always have such great taste. You picked out the perfect outfit—even better than what I would have chosen myself.”

“So, do you like it?”

Huo Jianan nodded. “Mm, I love it.”

Before the words had even left her lips, Ruan Nianning leaned in, her face looming closer, and pressed her crimson lips against Huo Jianan’s.

Huo Jianan: “……”

Help! Why does she kiss me so often?!

This Ruan Langlang isn’t just a lone wolf—she’s a pervert too!

Huo Jianan tried to pull away, but Ruan Nianning gave her no chance. One arm wrapped around her waist, while the other cupped the back of her head. Soft lips pressed against hers, leaving no space between them, as a nimble tongue explored her mouth, seeking out its sweetness in a relentless entanglement.

Gasping for breath, Huo Jianan had to push her away again. This time, her excuse was, “My legs are weak… I can’t stand up…”

Ruan Nianning’s lips curved into a sly smile. Her pink tongue darted out like a nimble little tail, licking her lips with a seductive flick of her eyes.

“That night… we kissed in bed.”

Huo Jianan’s heart jolted violently. Her hand, gripping the armrest, trembled so fiercely she nearly collapsed.

Help! She won’t even spare a disabled person!

Huo Jianan: I thought my wife was a wolf, but I never imagined she’d be such a pervert!

Ruan Nianning: Jianan, you look so delicious~~~