My Black Moonlight Wife Says She Loves Me - Chapter 2

“What are you thinking about?”

Ruan Nianning’s voice drifted into Huo Jianan’s ear. Huo Jianan looked up to see the ethereal beauty, as delicate as smoke and mist, offering her a glass of water.

Huo Jianan stared at the glass for a full three seconds before taking it. “Thank you,” she said slowly, sipping the water.

The elderly woman from earlier—the original owner’s grandmother—had mentioned it was their wedding night, meaning they had just gotten married today.

What am I going to do? My enemy is already in my home. The wolf is lurking right beside me.

“Um…” Huo Jianan hesitated, unsure what the original owner called Ruan Nianning. But considering the original owner had married her, believing she would succeed in revenge, she must have loved and trusted her deeply.

Should I call her Ruanruan, Niannian, or Ningning?

In any case, one term seemed safest.

“Wife…” Huo Jianan cooed, lifting her gaze from the rim of the glass to carefully observe the beauty’s—no, her enemy’s—expression. Though Ruan Nianning’s brow furrowed slightly, as if disliking the term, she didn’t object.

“Wife, do you like me calling you that?”

The hatred in Ruan Nianning’s eyes flashed and vanished as she gave Huo Jianan a tender, sweet smile. “I do.”

Huo Jianan mentally applauded her flawless, natural acting. No wonder she was a top star, personally mentored by the reigning Best Actress. If Huo Jianan hadn’t transmigrated into this novel, she would have genuinely believed Ruan Nianning’s affection was sincere.

“I need to talk to you,” Huo Jianan said.

Ruan Nianning sat on the edge of the bed, leaning forward with feigned casualness. Her slender, graceful figure showcased a woman’s unique delicacy and elegance, her snow-white skin radiating a cool, ethereal glow. She even took Huo Jianan’s hand in hers, her phoenix-shaped eyes gazing at her with tender affection. “Go on.”

Who could resist such overwhelming tenderness?

Huo Jianan quickly turned her head away, ignoring those eyes. The best defense against a honey trap is to avoid looking at the honey.

“I’ve thought about it,” Huo Jianan said. “I’m disabled, barely able to move. I can’t give you happiness. Let’s get a divorce.”

Demanding a divorce right after getting married—how utterly scummy and childish! But to save her own life, Huo Jianan had no choice but to play the scummy one and the child.

Huo Jianan paused, her hand tightening around Ruan Nianning’s.

“Didn’t we already talk about this? I don’t care that you can’t move your legs. Really, it doesn’t bother me at all.”

Her words were sincere and deeply moving. Anyone else would have likely embraced this pure and harmless Hakimi, vowing to cherish, pamper, and protect her. But Huo Jianan remained unmoved.

Hmm, not only does she have the looks, but her acting skills are quite impressive too!

“I’m serious,” Huo Jianan said. “I’ll talk to Grandma. The Huo Family has wronged you. I’ll make sure she gives you a substantial sum as compensation.”

As she spoke of the Huo Family’s wrongdoing, she felt the hand gripping her wrist tighten violently, as if trying to crush her bones.

“No! I don’t want your money! Huo Jianan, look at me!”

Huo Jianan’s chin was forcibly turned, forcing her to meet the gaze of the beautiful woman before her.

Ruan Nianning’s eyes were red-rimmed and brimming with tears. “Huo Jianan, do you not love me anymore? Do you regret marrying a minor actress instead of a wealthy heiress from a family of equal standing to the Huo Family? Is that it?”

Huo Jianan: “……”

Tears welled up in those sorrowful eyes, quickly turning them watery. Droplets clung to her long, trembling lashes, her gaze wounded and aggrieved, an utterly heartbreaking sight.

The tears trembled briefly in her eyes before finally spilling over, one after another, rolling down her cheeks. They landed on the back of Huo Jianan’s hand, burning hot.

“You, you don’t cry… That’s not what I meant,” Huo Jianan sighed. She was utterly defenseless against tears. Even the teary-eyed gaze of a kitten or puppy could melt her heart, prompting her to scoop them up, stroke their heads, and comfort them. How could she possibly resist the sight of a top-tier beauty, so pitiful and heartbroken, weeping before her?

“I’ve never believed marriage should be about matching social status,” Huo Jianan said, her gaze fixed on those tear-filled eyes. She looked earnestly at Ruan Nianning—that admirable and pitiable supporting character from the novel, the woman who ultimately ended her own life, consumed by regret, a woman who loved and hated with equal intensity.

“Ruan Nianning, I sincerely hope you can find happiness.”

Ruan Nianning’s tear-filled eyes trembled almost imperceptibly, as if something had cracked within her, but she quickly regained her composure. A sweet smile curved her lips. “My happiness lies in marrying you, in becoming your wife.”

Huo Jianan stared at her, speechless.

She rubbed her temples, feeling a throbbing headache. Even money won’t work? How deep does this grudge run?

“What’s wrong? Does your head still hurt? I’m sorry, I should have been watching you more closely. It’s my fault you fell from the wheelchair and hit your head.”

On their wedding night, Huo Jianan, determined to appear less disabled, had refused the servants’ help to get into bed, insisting on climbing up from her wheelchair herself.

Ruan Nianning, fresh from her bath, happened to witness Huo Jianan struggling to pull herself up by gripping the bedsheets. The capricious heiress, likely attempting such a strenuous and humiliating task for the first time, was flushed crimson, panting with exhaustion, yet stubbornly refusing to call for help.

Ruan Nianning remained silent, leaning against the doorway, silently observing her enemy’s daughter in her awkward, helpless, and stubbornly prideful state. A subtle sense of vengeful satisfaction stirred within her.

She watched coldly, her gaze unwavering.

When Huo Jianan finally lost her balance, her body tilting before she collapsed, Ruan Nianning gasped and instinctively rushed forward to catch her. But she was a split second too late. Huo Jianan’s head slammed heavily against the floor with a dull thud.

Ruan Nianning had expected Huo Jianan to wake up furious, shoving her away in anger. Instead, Huo Jianan woke up surprisingly calm.

Huo Jianan didn’t dwell on the swelling on her head. So that’s why my head hurt so much when I first transmigrated here, she thought.

“Jianan, does your head still hurt?”

Huo Jianan shook her head. Her head didn’t hurt now, but she felt dizzy, her vision blurring.

“Jianan, please don’t ask me to leave. I love you. You have no idea how much I’ve been looking forward to this day—to marrying you, to becoming your wife.”

She was wearing a pink spaghetti-strap nightgown, a color notoriously difficult to pull off. Any slight imperfection in skin tone would make the pink look garish.

The pink hue flickered before Huo Jianan’s eyes, making it difficult to keep them open.

Yet she remembered the saying: “The pinker the clothes, the fiercer the person!” In the end, Ruan Nianning had proven to be both ruthless and insane.

“Wife.”

“Hmm?”

“Stop wearing pink. It’s making my eyes hurt.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Huo Jianan felt a warm, sticky liquid trickling from her nose. She wiped it away and found her hand covered in bl00d.

A nosebleed?

“Why am I getting a nosebleed? I never get nosebleeds…” Huo Jianan wondered, wiping again, but the bleeding only worsened.

“Jianan! Jianan! What’s wrong?!”

This time, Ruan Nianning’s voice was genuinely panicked.

Huo Jianan’s vision went black, and she fainted. Before losing consciousness, she heard someone rush out, shouting for help: “Butler He! Butler He! Jianan’s in trouble!”