My Black Moonlight Wife Says She Loves Me - Chapter 3

In the hospital, sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the young woman lying in bed. Soft strands of hair veiled her delicate features—a small nose, a petite face—her entire being radiating a fragile, petite vulnerability. Her skin was unnaturally pale, the pallor of someone long deprived of sunlight, a sign of chronic illness.

Huo Jianan caught a faint whiff of disinfectant. She tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids felt heavy, as if glued shut.

Just then, she heard voices—deliberately hushed tones that nonetheless pierced her ears.

“I wonder when Miss Jianan will wake up? This brain hemorrhage was so dangerous. I heard if they’d been even a little later with the rescue, she might not have survived. And even if she did, she’d be disabled.”

“Shh! Don’t say that! You know Miss Jianan hates that word! If she hears you, you’ll be out of a job with the Huo Family. Not just the Huo Family—you won’t be able to stay in Changbin at all.”

“I only said it because she’s still unconscious.”

“Even then, you can’t say it! If Butler He hears you, you’ll lose your year-end bonus.”

“Alright, I won’t say anything. I won’t say anything…” The person who had promised silence couldn’t resist adding a few seconds later, “You know, Big Star Ruan is really beautiful. Why would she marry someone with a bad leg? She’ll be miserable later.”

“Miserable? Our young lady is the Huo Family’s only true daughter. Which top-tier wealthy family wouldn’t be desperate to marry into a family like that?”

“True. Marrying in as the Young Mistress means she’ll have more money than she could spend in several lifetimes. Even if she divorces later, she’ll get a hefty settlement and can still find a normal man to marry. After all, Big Star Ruan is so beautiful, she’ll have no trouble finding her next match.”

“Stop talking! If you want to get yourself killed, don’t drag me down with you! Don’t you know the Old Madam hates women who are only after wealth? If our young lady hadn’t gone on a hunger strike to force the marriage, the Old Madam would never have agreed. Do you think the Huo Family’s gates are so easy to enter?”

The other person was about to retort when the first one cut her off. “Alright, stop gossiping. The sun’s getting strong. Pull the curtains closed. If the young lady wakes up and sees we haven’t drawn the curtains, she’ll throw another tantrum and start throwing things.”

“Such a nice sunny day! A little sunlight would do her good. Keeping the curtains drawn all the time will only make her health worse.”

The woman glared at her. “Is this your first day at the Huo Family? Don’t you know the Young Mistress hates being seen in public?”

“I know she dislikes being seen and hates people staring at her legs, but hiding in her room all day and refusing to go out isn’t a solution either.”

“Alright, alright, just hurry and close the curtains.” The two women drew the curtains shut and left. Before leaving, one of them noticed a pen on the bedside table, likely left by a doctor or nurse during rounds.

She quickly grabbed it. “Who put this here? It could have gotten us all killed! If anything happened to the Young Mistress, neither of us would escape punishment.”

“Exactly! Who knows when she might have a breakdown and start stabbing herself with knives or pens again? She has all the money and everything she could ever want. What could she possibly be upset about?”

After they left, Huo Jianan opened her eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling, then let out a long sigh.

They had no idea that the pitiful, disabled young mistress of the Huo Family had been replaced by a new soul. Nor did they realize that the beautiful Young Mistress hadn’t married into the Huo Family for money at all, but for revenge.

Huo Jianan touched her thigh and tried to pinch it hard. No sensation. She pinched again, even harder, but still felt nothing.

She had to accept the truth: her legs were truly paralyzed.

Huo Jianan sighed. Was she destined to be trapped in this disabled body, a useless cripple unable to move freely?

They had all transmigrated into books, so why did Xuan Jingchi become an emperor, Chi Lengzhao a charismatic CEO, while she was stuck with a disability? Though she hated to admit it, transmigrating was clearly a skill.

Huo Jianan tried to prop herself up with her hands to sit up. But as soon as she sat up, she felt an urgent need to use the restroom.

The restroom was diagonally across the room. Normally, getting out of bed, walking over, and sitting on the toilet would be effortless. But now, even getting out of bed was a challenge, let alone sitting on the toilet.

Huo Jianan glanced at the wheelchair leaning against the wall, completely out of reach. Just as she was about to call for help, the door opened and Ruan Nianning walked in.

Today, Ruan Nianning wore a beige coat, exuding gentle purity and elegant grace. Her fitted jeans accentuated her slender waist and showcased her long, straight legs.

“Jianan, you’re awake. How are you feeling?”

“Mm, just woke up,” Huo Jianan said, touching the bandage wrapped around her head. “What happened to me?”

“The doctor said you had a brain hemorrhage. Fortunately, you were brought in quickly, and the surgery was very successful.”

Huo Jianan froze, shocked that a simple fall could have such severe consequences, leading to a brain hemorrhage.

“There won’t be any lasting effects, right? I won’t become mentally impaired or paralyzed, will I?”

She remembered a relative who had suffered a stroke at the mahjong table. Though he survived, half his body remained paralyzed.

Ruan Nianning smiled gently. “No, Grandma asked the doctor. He assured us there would be no such complications.”

Huo Jianan felt relieved.

“Would you like some water?”

At the mention of water, Huo Jianan shook her head. “I need to use the restroom.”

Ruan Nianning nodded. “I’ll call Sister Wang and Sister Mei in.”

But Huo Jianan looked at her. “No, I want you to come with me.”

Huo Jianan noticed Ruan Nianning’s momentary surprise, as if she hadn’t expected this request.

Ruan Nianning’s surprise vanished in an instant, replaced by her usual warm and gentle smile. “Alright, I’ll go with you.”

Ruan Nianning pushed the wheelchair over. Huo Jianan braced herself and shifted to the edge of the bed, experiencing for the first time the helplessness of being disabled and unable to move her legs.

Her only reliance was her arms, which looked slender but proved far stronger than she’d imagined. This suggested the original owner of the body had frequently used them to help herself “walk.”

Yet even with Ruan Nianning’s assistance, Huo Jianan couldn’t figure out whether to turn first or lower her legs. No matter how she adjusted her posture, it felt wrong. Ruan Nianning clearly didn’t know either.

Amidst their frantic fumbling, Huo Jianan quickly grew exhausted, her face flushed and body drenched in sweat. Still, her stiff body remained stuck on the bed.

The wheelchair, so close yet so impossibly far.

Suddenly, Huo Jianan understood the original owner’s refusal to face the light, her self-stabbing with knives and pens. It was because she couldn’t even manage the simplest tasks, forced to rely on others!

So useless! So worthless!

“You don’t need to help me anymore. Go get Sister Wang and Sister Mei,” Huo Jianan gasped, her voice icy with frustration.

Was she doomed to spend the rest of her life trapped in this crippled body?!

A sudden, overwhelming hatred surged through her. Why had she been transmigrated into this novel? Why had she been reborn as a disabled person? Wouldn’t it have been better to live a simple, ordinary life as a healthy, able-bodied office worker?

The snow-white bedsheets crumpled and twisted in Huo Jianan’s hands, as if she were trying to strangle them to death.

Ruan Nianning glanced at her, surprised that she wasn’t screaming or shouting to vent her frustration. But she understood that this silent, suppressed rage was the most ferocious and dangerous kind. Without another word, Ruan Nianning left the room to call for Sister Wang and Sister Mei.

Sister Wang and Sister Mei were both sturdy women, the kind with broad shoulders and thick waists. They expertly helped Huo Jianan into her wheelchair, wheeled her to the bathroom, and assisted her onto the toilet.

Sister Wang even considerately offered to pull down Huo Jianan’s pants, her movements practiced and efficient, clearly a routine task.

Huo Jianan’s face flushed. “I can do it myself.”

Sister Wang paused, then released her grip. “Very well, Miss.”

Seeing them lingering nearby, Huo Jianan added, “You can leave now. I’ll call you when I’m done.”

“How can we do that?” Sister Mei insisted, but Sister Wang cut her off. “Alright, Miss. Call us if you need anything. We’ll be right outside.” The two turned to leave, Sister Wang closing the bathroom door behind them.

The bathroom appeared to be specially designed for people with disabilities, with handrails on both sides of the toilet. After pulling down her pants, Huo Jianan gripped the handrails and slowly lowered herself onto the seat, carefully maintaining her balance as she eased herself down.

After relieving herself, she slowly pushed herself up using the handrails, pulled up her pants, and called for Sister Wang and Sister Mei.

As the two women moved to help Huo Jianan back to bed, Ruan Nianning suddenly spoke up. “Sister Wang, let me help Jianan get into bed. Can you show me how?”

“Young Mistress, we can’t possibly let you do that. It’s our job,” Sister Wang protested.

“It’s alright. I’m Jianan’s wife. I should learn how to take care of her.”

Huo Jianan’s heart stirred. She couldn’t tell if Ruan Nianning was trying to win favor with the Huo Family or acting out of genuine kindness. If it was truly out of love, the original Huo Jianan would have been deeply moved.

Huo Jianan didn’t refuse. Under Sister Wang’s guidance and with Sister Mei’s assistance, the novice Ruan Nianning successfully transferred Huo Jianan to the bed. After the “ordeal,” Huo Jianan lay on the bed, breathing slightly heavily.

“Sister Wang, when it’s just Jianan and me, how do I help her into the wheelchair?”

Sister Wang glanced at Huo Jianan, implying that the young mistress needed to cooperate and demonstrate, but Huo Jianan looked exhausted. Huo Jianan sat up, signaling she was fine and willing to cooperate. So, Huo Jianan was helped out of bed and into the wheelchair, then back from the wheelchair to the bed. These two transfers were performed with only Ruan Nianning and Huo Jianan present.

Ruan Nianning had exerted considerable effort. A rosy flush bloomed on her fair cheeks, and her chest rose and fell slightly as she panted, but she seemed genuinely pleased. “Thank you, Sister Wang and Sister Mei.”

The two women were flattered. “Young Mistress, you’re too kind.”

Huo Jianan lay on the bed, her eyes closed, motionless and expressionless.

She admitted to deliberately asking Ruan Nianning to help her to the bathroom earlier, hoping Ruan Nianning would find caring for a disabled person unbearable, give up, and agree to a divorce settlement.

But after trying it, the one who truly couldn’t bear it was herself! She couldn’t accept the reality of being disabled—the helplessness, the loss of dignity, her privacy exposed to others.

She couldn’t endure being disabled for even a single day, yet the original owner had lived with her disability for four whole years.

During those four years, she had to eat, sleep, bathe, use the toilet…

Even turning over in bed must have been an excruciating ordeal.

Huo Jianan sniffled, unsure whether she pitied the original owner or herself more.

Slender, pale fingers pulled out a tissue, and the person sat down gently to brush aside the stray hairs on her forehead, softly wiping away the sweat.

“Jianan, I’ll take good care of you,” she said, her tone not particularly passionate, but undeniably tender.

For a disabled person with limited mobility, these words were like a warm fire in the snow, bringing a comforting warmth to the heart.

Huo Jianan felt a pang of emotion. She opened her eyes and looked at her, the tip of her nose reddening. “Wife, I’m already miserable enough. Please don’t lie to me, okay?”

Huo Jianan: Transmigrated with paralyzed legs and a vengeful wife—buffs stacked to the max.