Disabled Childhood Sweetheart: A Humble Puppy Begs for the Young Lady's Pity

After the reporters at the entrance of the residential compound dispersed, the first thing Wenxi did after the "lockdown" was lifted was to visit her mother in the hospital.

In recent days, Xiang Qin has been very worried about her, and Wen Xi is also worried that this matter will affect her mother's mood and health.

Jiang Qi drove her there. As soon as the car stopped, Wen Xi noticed the old lady standing next to the opposite parking space and her brows furrowed.

"What is she doing here?" She took off her sunglasses and stared intently at the figure, trying to make out who she was.

"Who?" Jiang Qi looked in the direction she was looking.

"Zhou Jingchen's grandmother."

Wenxi intended to pretend she hadn't seen her, but the old lady noticed her too, and immediately slung her bag over her shoulder and walked over arrogantly.

Before Wenxi could react, the old lady raised her hand and slapped him across the face with a crisp, piercing sound.

Wenxi's head was slapped sharply to one side, and five clear finger marks instantly appeared on her fair cheek, glaringly red.

"Are you crazy?!" Jiang Qi was furious when she saw this and shoved the old lady hard.

The old lady was caught off guard and staggered two steps.

The middle-aged woman following behind her, who looked like a nanny, quickly reached out to support her and anxiously called out, "Grandma."

When had Old Mrs. Lu ever suffered such a loss? She was so angry that she trembled all over.

She glared at Jiang Qi, then pointed at Wen Xi, her voice shrill: "You little slut, did you instigate Jing Chen to call the police to arrest Qiao Yue?"

Wenxi felt a surge of anger rising within her. Her clear, bright eyes glared at her as she coldly asked, "What are you doing here?"

A sudden sense of foreboding rose in her heart; the old woman's sudden appearance at Dingkang Hospital must mean something bad was going on.

"What for?" Old Mrs. Lu sneered, "To find your mother, of course. I want to see what kind of woman could give birth to such a despicable wretch like you!"

The words fell like a thunderclap, striking precisely at Wenxi's most sensitive nerve.

She could tolerate the old lady bullying and insulting her, but now she dared to come to the hospital to provoke her mother, which completely crossed her bottom line.

Her voice was shrill: "You cursed my father and verbally abused me back then, and now you dare to cause trouble for my mother!"

"You little slut!" Old Mrs. Lu scolded sharply, "You seduced my grandson, whispering in his ear and stirring up trouble every day. If it weren't for you, would he have severed ties with his family?"

"Who do you think you are!" The old woman narrowed her eyes, her gaze disdainful. "You little slut who sells yourself in nightclubs, you think you can get my grandson to marry you? Dream on! As long as I'm alive, you'll never set foot in the Lu family!"

Jiang Qi, standing to the side, pointed at the old lady and scolded, "Watch your mouth!"

"As long as I'm here, don't even think about causing trouble for my mother." Wenxi's eyes flashed with anger as she took a step forward, her teeth gleaming coldly.

"Also, your coming to the hospital today has already angered me."

"You want me to leave your grandson?"

"You're dreaming!"

The old woman's face turned ashen, and she cursed, her lips trembling, "You really did come here on purpose to seduce my grandson! You're just after money!"

Wenxi raised an eyebrow, her beautiful eyes curving upwards with a defiant look: "You're right! So what? I'm here to seduce your grandson, I'm only after the money!"

"You probably don't know yet, do you?" She glanced down at her exquisitely manicured nails, deliberately slowing her speech to provoke the old woman, "Your grandson gave me a house and a car. Next, I'm going to make him buy me jewelry, designer bags, and a huge diamond ring—I'm going to make him spend all his money on me!"

Grandma Lu was so angry that her chest heaved violently, and she almost fainted. She wanted to poke Wenxi's face with her finger: "You little slut, you're not allowed to bother our Xiaoze!"

Wenxi abruptly slapped her hand away, squinted, and slowly and deliberately said, word by word:

"I'm going to pester him. I'll make your precious grandson my dog ​​and make him kneel on the ground and lick my feet."

"You, you...you shameless hussy, how could you make my grandson your dog..." The old lady's blood pressure soared, and the nanny supporting her hurriedly whispered to her to go home first.

Finally, Mrs. Lu left Dingkang Hospital, rubbing her aching chest and cursing.

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The finger marks on her cheeks were so red they were almost blinding. Afraid that her mother would see them and worry, Wenxi didn't dare go to the ward and turned around and left the hospital with Jiang Qi.

In the evening, Wenxi had just finished showering and was about to rest when the doorbell suddenly rang.

She opened the door and saw Zhou Jingchen standing there.

It was freezing cold outside, and he carried a chilling aura with him. His tall figure was wrapped in a black overcoat, and his face was anxious and flustered.

Wenxi knew perfectly well that it must have been Jiang Qi, that big mouth, who told him about her being beaten.

Zhou Jingchen stood at the door and saw her wearing a fluffy pink nightgown. She looked like a small, soft ball, with a slightly swollen, fair face that clearly showed glaring finger marks.

His pupils contracted sharply, his eyes were half-moistened, and he wanted to raise his hand to touch her face, but his hand stopped in mid-air and then fell down dejectedly.

With his head bowed and his voice hoarse, he stammered out three words: "I'm sorry."

After receiving Jiang Qi's message, he angrily drove back to the Lu family home, intending to confront the old lady, but unexpectedly she suffered from high blood pressure and was lying in bed.

Zhou Jingchen felt utterly exhausted, both physically and mentally.

While he tried his best to repair his relationship with her, his grandmother was relentlessly sabotaging it behind his back.

Looking at the finger marks on Wenxi's cheek, he felt heartache and dejection, thinking that his sister must be very angry now, and perhaps she didn't even want to see him.

Unexpectedly, the next second, Wenxi suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist, forcefully pulling him into the house, and then closed the door, completely shutting out the cold air.

The once simple and austere house is now filled with her sweet fragrance.

Zhou Jingchen's heart was pounding, his reddened black eyes blinked, and he stood behind the door, somewhat at a loss.

"Why are you apologizing?" Wenxi crossed her arms and stared at him calmly.

His gaze fell on her face, and the finger marks pierced his heart deeply.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect her to go to your aunt, and I didn't expect her to hit you."

"Oh, so what are you planning to do?" Wenxi raised an eyebrow at him.

"I...I can't fight back in the same way."

"Who told you to fight back?" Wenxi couldn't help but burst out laughing when she saw his meek and guilty expression.

"Zhou Jingchen," she stepped forward, looked into his eyes, and said earnestly, "Your grandmother is your grandmother, and you are you. Her mistakes are none of your business, nor do you need to apologize on her behalf."

She approached him, raised her small face to look at him, and said softly, "I don't blame you, and I'm not angry with you."

A single sentence is like the warm sunshine of March, instantly melting away the cold ice and snow.

He looked up, his gaze fixed intently on her, his eyes brimming with intense emotions, deep and enduring affection.

She added softly, "Really."

He breathed a sigh of relief; his anxious heart finally found a place to rest.

Wenxi's gaze shifted from his thick, dark eyebrows to his deep eyes, her breathing becoming very light: "Little dog, do you want to make up with me?"

"I want to." His pupils brightened, and his breathing became heavier.

Wenxi bit her lip, looked at him expectantly, and said in a sweet voice, "Then ask me."

She refuses to bow her head and always maintains the airs of a young lady from a wealthy family.

He paused for a second, then quickly realized what she meant. He smiled slightly, finding the woman in front of him more and more adorable.

He stepped forward and took her pale hand in his, his dark eyes gazing at her as he asked:

"Sister, would you like to make up with me?"

Wenxi smiled, her beautiful eyes sparkling, revealing a pair of adorable little white tiger teeth. She said:

"I do."

At this moment, time seemed to have instantly shifted back to many years ago, when she was still that charming and lovely little princess, and he was still that handsome and refined young man.

They smiled at each other, and he pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly, embracing the little sun he had lost and found after going through "countless hardships".

Their bodies were pressed tightly together, their heartbeats syncing; they were the most compatible and understanding people in the world.

Yes, they are the people who love each other the most.

After holding her for a long time, Zhou Jingchen released his arms, gently pinched her chin, and carefully examined her cheek, his voice filled with heartache: "Does it hurt?"

Wenxi subconsciously shook her head, then thought for a moment, and obediently nodded, pouting her pink lips, and said aggrievedly, "It hurts a little, it's burning."

Zhou Jingchen's eyes reddened slightly as he pulled her to sit down on the sofa.

Before coming, he had already bought ointment to reduce swelling and relieve pain.

I used a cotton swab to apply a little transparent ointment gently to her slightly swollen cheek.

His hands were unsteady and trembling slightly. The thought of her being beaten seemed to ignite a fire of anger within him, burning him until his skin was torn and bleeding.

"If you see her again, stay away from her, okay? She's old and takes advantage of her age. She can hit someone and not go to jail, but you'll be the one who suffers."

After applying the medicine, he put down the cotton swab, took her small hand in his palm, and gently stroked it, as if to soothe her and to comfort her.

"Oh, I just didn't realize it today." Wenxi really didn't expect the old woman to be so fierce.

Thinking of the old lady's mean face, she couldn't help but feel sorry for Zhou Jingchen. Staying by the side of such an elder must have caused him a lot of grievances.

"Does your grandmother often belittle you?"

"Mmm." Zhou Jingchen leaned back in the sofa chair and hugged her in his arms.

"She has a strong and harsh personality, and my mother has suffered a lot from her over the years. Whether it's the nanny or the driver, they've all been subjected to her harsh treatment. She even somehow killed one of Xiaobao's pets..."

Wenxi suddenly sat up straight, her eyes filled with anger: "And what about you? Has she ever bullied you?"

"No." Zhou Jingchen chuckled and continued to pull her into his arms. "She values ​​me quite a bit, but she restricts my social activities, likes to make decisions for me on her own, and acts like an elder, using family ties to coerce everyone in the family into compromising and bowing down to her."

"Because my grandfather passed away early and didn't get to enjoy the blessings of his descendants, my dad felt he hadn't fulfilled his filial duty, so he treated my grandmother exceptionally well. And because of his obedience, my grandmother became even more demanding."

He paused, a hint of helplessness in his voice, "My mom has decided to divorce my dad."

Wenxi tugged at the buttons on his shirt, fiddling with them, and asked in a low voice, "Do your parents have a relationship?"

"Yes, my mom actually loves my dad very much, but over the years, because of my grandma, there have been too many conflicts and disappointments between them."

Wenxi frowned and said angrily, "Your grandma is too awful."

"Yes, it was awful." Zhou Jingchen cupped her face in his hands, his fingertips gently stroking her cheeks. "From now on, I will never let her hurt you again, never again."

Wenxi pouted and said, "I'm not someone to be trifled with either. If she dares to cause trouble again, I definitely won't let her get away with it."

The old lady's decision to go to the hospital was a real disaster.

From now on, she's going to go against the old lady! She's determined to deal with this ancient demon.

Didn't she say that she seduced his grandson? Wasn't she the one who couldn't stand seeing him with his grandson?

To kill someone is to destroy their spirit.

She's determined to be with Zhou Jingchen! She'll deliberately try to disgust her from now on!

There's plenty of time; we'll settle the accounts one by one.

......

night.

Zhou Jingchen stayed at Jingyue Terrace.

It was snowing heavily outside, and Wenxi was worried about his safety while driving.

There were some of his clothes in the house. He had taken a shower, the bedroom light was off, and the two of them were lying on the bed fully clothed.

It had been more than half a year since they had lain together so intimately. After going through thick and thin, overcoming countless obstacles, everything had finally settled down, and the two of them couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions.

His arms were still strong and warm, his hot chest, his clear heartbeat, and the pleasant scent of pine wood from the snowfield made Wenxi feel more grounded and at ease than ever before.

"Zhou Jingchen," she called softly, her gentle voice echoing in the quiet darkness.

"Hmm?" he responded softly, his chin resting on the top of her head, his breath warm.

"Thank you."

"What are you thanking me for?"

Wenxi snuggled closer to him and whispered, "Thank you for everything. Thank you for loving me, thank you for always being by my side, thank you for helping me solve all my troubles."

Zhou Jingchen tightened his arms, holding her tightly in his embrace, his voice low and deep:

"You never need to thank me. I do everything for the little princess willingly and happily."

His hand gently rested on her soft waist, and in the darkness, he lowered his head to kiss her lips.

She quietly slipped away and whispered, "Oh no, I have ointment on my face."

But he still managed to find her lips precisely and give them a light peck, like a feather brushing against them.

"Go to sleep," he whispered.

His heart ached because her face was injured. Tonight, all he wanted to do was hold her tight, nothing more.

Wenxi obediently closed her eyes, remained silent for less than two minutes, and then called out to him sweetly, "Zhou Jingchen."

Her soft, sweet voice, soothing and tingling, reached the man's ears, sending a shiver down his spine.

He controlled his breathing, gently nuzzling her forehead with his chin. "What's wrong?"

She nestled in his arms and mumbled softly, "Your grandma said I seduced you, but I didn't."

As she spoke, her warm breath brushed against his neck, and her soft lips lightly touched his Adam's apple, sending a shiver down his spine.

Considering her injury, he was already restraining himself and trying to endure it, but she still insisted on stepping into the fire.

Zhou Jingchen's gaze darkened slightly, the veins on his arm bulging slightly. He raised his hand and patted the snow-white, pert buttocks, his deep voice issuing a warning:

"You haven't had sex in six months. If you say another word, I'll fuck you."

Wenxi's ears turned red, and she fell silent.