My Black Moonlight Wife Says She Loves Me - Chapter 8

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

Dada? Huo Jianan paused. That must be her original nickname.

“I’m at the hospital.”

The person was taken aback. “Didn’t you just get married yesterday? Why are you at the hospital today? Don’t tell me you got your wife pregnant in just one night! Hahaha!”

Huo Jianan: “……”

This guy was completely unfiltered. It seemed the original Huo Jianan and this Wang Baobao were quite close.

“I didn’t dare disturb your wedding night last night, but you can come online today, right? Hurry up!”

Huo Jianan: “I’m really at the hospital. I’m injured.”

“What happened?”

“I accidentally hit my head. I had a brain hemorrhage. I almost couldn’t go online ever again.”

The person gasped. “That’s serious! You better lie down and rest. Don’t come online tonight—just stay in bed.”

“Okay.” Huo Jianan was secretly relieved she didn’t have to go online. She was terrible at gaming due to her clumsy hands and had often been criticized by her teammates.

“I’ll visit you at the hospital tomorrow. No, wait, I hate hospitals. I’ll come to your place after you’re discharged. Then we can team up for another game.”

Huo Jianan: “……”

Is she here to visit me, or just to team up for a game?

After hanging up, Huo Jianan braced herself on her hands and scooted to the edge of the bed. She placed a cup under the water dispenser’s spout, pressed the button, and successfully poured herself a glass of water.

Just as Huo Jianan was savoring her first self-poured glass of water, Sister Wang knocked on the door from outside. “Miss, are you alright? Is there anything we can do for you?”

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

Sister Wang retreated, and the room fell silent, making every sound crystal clear. Huo Jianan then heard Ruan Nianning’s voice from the bathroom, likely on a phone call. Though the distance and the bathroom door muffled the words, Huo Jianan faintly heard, “…Sister Luo, I really don’t want to go. I doubt she’ll agree…”

The call ended abruptly, and no further sounds came from the bathroom.

She’s probably taking a bath, Huo Jianan thought. She scrolled through her phone for a while, still reading the original owner’s chat logs with contacts. After a while, she switched to browsing the photo album.

The photo album was almost entirely filled with pictures of Ruan Nianning. Some were candid shots taken by the original owner while Ruan Nianning was eating at a restaurant, presumably by the original owner sitting across from her. Others were selfies of the original owner hugging Ruan Nianning, both smiling. There were also promotional photos of Ruan Nianning from her acting roles and endorsements.

Huo Jianan stared at the photos of the original owner, her arms wrapped tightly around Ruan Nianning, her infectious smile radiating genuine happiness. Perhaps, in those moments, the original owner had truly forgotten her disability, lost in the bliss of the moment.

When Huo Jianan’s gaze shifted to Ruan Nianning, she noticed that while the woman was smiling, her expression lacked the pure joy of the original owner. It was a deliberate, ingratiating smile, but even that couldn’t mask the icy coldness in her eyes.

Scrolling further up, Huo Jianan’s eyes landed on a photo of a middle-aged woman. In the cramped studio, the woman sat before her canvas, paintbrush in one hand and palette in the other. The candid shot captured the moment she turned to glance back, her face frozen in mid-motion. The woman appeared to be in her late thirties, her features bearing a striking resemblance to the original owner’s, perhaps seventy or eighty percent similar.

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

The novel mentioned that Huo Zhujun had died of illness before her daughter’s marriage. On her deathbed, she returned to China, officially bringing 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 a modest following. Upon learning of her enemy Huo Zhujun’s death, she redirected her vengeful fury toward the entire Huo Family.

Truly ruthless!

Huo Jianan turned to look out the window at Changbin under the night sky. Luxury residences, CBD office buildings, and towering hotels stood shoulder to shoulder, their rooftop lights and LED billboards shining brightly against the darkness. She could faintly hear the distant roar of traffic from the streets below—this was a bustling, sleepless city that never rested.

Ruan Nianning was already a major star. Even without marrying into wealth, she could have lived a comfortable life, perhaps finding someone she loved to enjoy the world’s splendor and spend her remaining years with. Yet she had resolutely chosen to abandon it all.

Huo Jianan found herself wondering again what had happened all those years ago that had driven Ruan Nianning to such unwavering resolve, willing to sacrifice her own life to destroy the Huo Family.

She lost track of time until she suddenly realized Ruan Nianning hadn’t come out yet, and there wasn’t a sound from the bathroom. Huo Jianan’s heart skipped a beat, and she grabbed her phone. Maneuvering her wheelchair to the bed, she braced herself, transferred onto the chair, and drove it to the bathroom door.

“Honey? Honey?” Huo Jianan called out twice, but there was no response. She pushed the door open and wheeled herself inside. Ruan Nianning was asleep in the bathtub, her body submerged in the water. Her chestnut-brown curls were piled high, her head tilted back against the tub’s edge, revealing her snow-white neck and alluring collarbones.

She slept peacefully, her breathing even, her long lashes fluttering gently. A single droplet of water clung to the tip of her delicate nose, poised to fall but not yet, lending her an air of serene beauty. Yet even in sleep, a faint furrow remained between her brows, as if burdened by unspoken worries and sorrows.

Huo Jianan gently nudged Ruan Nianning’s exposed shoulder. “Honey, wake up. Don’t sleep here.”

Ruan Nianning jolted awake, her face blank and disoriented, her eyes still hazy with sleep. But when she saw the person before her, the drowsiness vanished, replaced by a sudden blaze of fury. The icy hatred in her eyes swiftly dispelled the lingering fog of sleep.

Huo Jianan was startled by that cold, hateful gaze, flinching in fear. She worried Ruan Nianning might act impulsively, perhaps even try to drown her in the bathtub. She quickly called out, “Honey!” emphasizing the word to remind Ruan Langlang to stay rational and control her emotions.

Ruan Nianning indeed regained her composure, skillfully concealing the hatred simmering beneath her eyes.

“Jianan? What are you doing here?”

“I noticed you hadn’t come out for a while, so I came to check on you,” Huo Jianan said, her heart pounding, but her face remained calm as she handed Ruan Nianning a towel. “Honey, don’t sleep here. The water’s getting cold. You’ll catch a cold.”

Ruan Nianning took the towel, looking surprised. “I fell asleep?”

“Mmm, you were sleeping so soundly. I know you’ve been working hard these past few days, honey. Go get some proper rest in bed later,” Huo Jianan said with her most friendly smile, casually turning her wheelchair. “I won’t bother you any longer. I’ll go out now.”

With that, she opened the door and slipped out as if escaping for her life.

Ruan Nianning remained motionless in the water, clutching the towel. She couldn’t shake the feeling—perhaps it was just her imagination—that the deranged Huo Jianan seemed a little afraid of her.

But Ruan Nianning didn’t dwell on it. Instead, she found herself thinking back to her childhood.

Back then, her family had been well-off. Even in winter, she loved soaking in the bathtub, sometimes refusing to get out even when the water turned cold. Her mother would scoop her up, wrap her in a large towel, and say, “Ningning, the water’s cold now. You’ll catch a cold if you stay in longer.” She would obediently let her mother dry her off, dress her in pajamas, and tuck her into the warm bed. Her mother would kiss her forehead and whisper, “Sleep well, Ningning.”

She had a beautiful house, adorable clothes, dainty leather shoes, her mother’s smiles, and her mother’s kisses.

But all of it vanished like smoke when the factory closed, leaving her father buried in debt.

Later, even her mother was gone.

Ruan Nianning gripped the towel so tightly that it became distorted beneath her fingers. Just then, the voice of her enemy’s daughter called from outside, “Honey, 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 exquisite, shapely figure. Without a trace of emotion, she wiped herself dry. “Coming,” she replied.

As her hand reached for the pink nightgown, she suddenly remembered Huo Jianan’s request from the day before. Her fingers brushed past the pink fabric and instead picked up the black nightgown lying beside it.

Though Huo Jianan had already witnessed Ruan Langlang’s stunning looks and figure yesterday, seeing her fresh from her bath today left her utterly mesmerized.

“Pure as lotus emerging from clear water, naturally beautiful without artifice”—these words perfectly described Ruan Nianning in that moment. Without any makeup, her skin glowed like porcelain, flawless and delicate. Her refined features were framed by a faint blush on her cheeks, accentuated by her snow-white complexion, radiating a womanly charm. The elegant black nightgown clung to her tall, slender frame, revealing long, straight legs while still hinting at her voluptuous curves, the fabric straining against her full br3asts.

Huo Jianan found herself dazzled by Ruan Nianning’s pale skin—her arms, legs, collarbones, every inch of her seemed to glow with an almost blinding whiteness. She coughed, averted her gaze, and shifted closer to the left side of the bed, near the water dispenser, leaving most of the spacious double bed free for Ruan Nianning.

Ruan Nianning’s condition now required only rest and no further surgery. Her hospital bed was a large, comfortable double bed. After glancing at Huo Jianan, she smoothed her soft, chestnut-brown hair, walked to the bed, lifted the covers, and lay down.

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

“No headache. I feel fine, nothing’s bothering me. I’m planning to tell the doctor tomorrow I want to be discharged and go home.”

“You feel pretty good physically?”

“Yeah, I feel great.”

Ruan Nianning pursed her lips, then suddenly rolled over, her snow-white arm wrapping around Huo Jianan’s waist. She pressed herself against Huo Jianan, murmuring in a sultry tone, “Jianan…”

Huo Jianan froze completely.

What—what’s happening? Is she… is she going to…?

Is she going to… do that to me?!

A thin layer of sweat broke out on Huo Jianan’s back as she stiffly pried Ruan Langlang’s hand off her and scooted further away.

“What’s wrong?” Ruan Nianning asked, her eyes narrowed in confusion. I’m being so forward, but does she want this or not? If she really doesn’t, why did she expose her scent glands to me in the bathroom earlier?

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

She was terrified! Ruan Langlang had come to destroy the Huo Family. Huo Jianan had only just begun enjoying the life of a wealthy heiress and had no intention of being wiped out. Besides, even though she was now in Alpha form, she didn’t even know how to mark someone.

Ruan Nianning’s lips curled into a cold smile, her lowered gaze icy. Playing games with me? Playing hard to get?

Before, Huo Jianan had repeatedly tried to mark her, and Ruan Nianning had always refused, citing their unmarried status and her desire to wait until after the wedding. Now, however, she had run out of excuses. They were wives now, and this day was inevitable.

“It’s better when we’re close,” Ruan Nianning purred, her voice soft and coquettish, sending a shiver down Huo Jianan’s spine. Yet the more alluring Ruan Nianning became, the more Huo Jianan panicked.

That flawless face drew closer, those vivid lips, like dew-kissed roses, looked so tempting that Huo Jianan desperately wanted to kiss Fan Ze.

Huo Jianan focused all her energy, eyes fixed downward, not daring to move.

“Jianan, why aren’t you looking at me?” Ruan Nianning’s voice lingered, like a hook that could snatch away one’s soul. Cupping Huo Jianan’s face, she spoke, her breath carrying a delicate floral scent, like orchids.

Huo Jianan couldn’t quite place the fragrance, though it reminded her of jasmine, yet richer and more intoxicating. She couldn’t describe it, only that it smelled divine.

Her heart pounded faster, bl00d rushing to her head, even the glands at the back of her neck trembled faintly.

What do I do? What do I do…?

Huo Jianan kept her head bowed, refusing to meet Ruan Nianning’s gaze. Faced with her wife’s seduction, she steeled herself against giving in while frantically searching for excuses.

“I have a head injury and can’t be marked. What if it starts bleeding again?”

Ruan Nianning paused, realizing this was indeed a valid concern. What if Huo Jianan’s excitement during the marking caused a bl00d vessel in her brain to rupture again?

If their only granddaughter died like that, Xu Weiyi would be furious and shocked, but she might not die of anger. The Huo Family’s business empire wouldn’t collapse either. Letting them off so easily would be too lenient!

“Alright, I’ll wait for you,” Ruan Nianning said, releasing Huo Jianan and leaning in to kiss her cheek. “Don’t make me wait too long, darling.”

Huo Jianan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

She poured herself another glass of water and sipped it slowly. What am I going to do? Ruan Langlang keeps trying to use her beauty to seduce me.

As the saying goes, it’s not the thief you need to fear, but the one who has their eye on you. Right now, she was just a little lamb in Ruan Nianning’s clutches.

No, no, I have to figure out the depth of Ruan Nianning’s hatred quickly.

Otherwise, with this beautiful wolf by her side, she wouldn’t have a moment’s peace.

Huo Jianan: My wife tries to seduce me every day. To survive, I’ve had to force myself to become a modern-day Liu Xiahui.

Ruan Nianning: Hmph, let’s see how long you can keep this up.