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

The next day, Zhou Jingchen really did move in.

That was last night in the car, when he took her apart and forced her to agree.

He persisted shamelessly, burying his head in the crook of her neck, his hot breath teasing her skin:

"Sister, can I move in with you? Just for the Lunar New Year holidays, okay?"

She shook her head, refusing.

He then tormented her relentlessly, asking in a hoarse voice, "Will you agree? Will you agree?"

Ultimately, unable to resist his insistence, Wenxi tearfully agreed.

As Zhou Jingchen entered the living room carrying his suitcase, he glanced around and asked Xiang Qin, "Is my sister not home today?"

"He's not here, he went out early this morning." Xiang Qin happily pushed the suitcase next to him into the room.

Zhou Jingchen followed and asked, "Where did she go? She shouldn't have any work scheduled before the New Year."

This room is right next to Wenxi's. It was clean and tidy, with a dark gray four-piece bedding set and a cool and unique aromatherapy diffuser on the dresser at the foot of the bed.

"She went out early this morning, saying she was going to visit Song Xianglin." Xiangqin naturally helped him open the suitcase, took out his clothes one by one, and neatly hung them in the wardrobe.

Zhou Jingchen paused for a moment, a thin layer of frost forming in his eyes. He uttered an "Oh" and said nothing more.

......

Song Xianglin sent a message saying that he would be going back to his hometown for the Chinese New Year tomorrow. Wenxi thought that the two of them should get together before the New Year to thank him properly. In addition, Xiangqin had bought some New Year's goods from Linshen a while ago and asked him to take them back to his mother.

Inside the upscale restaurant, the two sat facing each other, with soft jazz music playing in the background.

"Two M5 Wagyu ribeye steaks, one medium-rare and one medium. Also, a serving of foie gras with berry sauce, pan-fried cod, cream of mushroom soup..."

After ordering, Wenxi handed the menu back to the waiter.

"The little princess is quite extravagant now; this is the first time she's invited me to such a high-class restaurant," Song Xianglin teased her.

"You've got to say that." Wenxi said casually, a faint smile on her lips, her features delicate and charming.

She handed him the heavy bag, saying, "My mom bought this. I'm asking you to take it back to your aunt."

There were some sausages, dried chicken, pastries, and a scarf for Song Xianglin's mother.

Song Xianglin took it, "Thank you."

Wenxi's voice was clear and bright. "I should be thanking you. You helped us when my mother was in the hospital, and you also spoke up for me regarding the public opinion incident."

"What kind of relationship do we have? It was just a small favor, you don't need to worry about it."

Song Xianglin looked at her.

The girl wore a pink knitted long dress, over which she wore a fine apricot-colored fur coat. Her soft, black hair cascaded down her shoulders, her large eyes were beautiful and lively, her nose was high and delicate, her lips were pink, and her face was charming.

The restaurant was very warm, so Wenxi took off her fur coat. A dazzling necklace, with a beautiful semi-circular moon pendant, was revealed around her slender neck.

Her fingers were long and slender, her fair hands resting gently on the table, the pearl bracelet on her wrist making her look both noble and gentle.

Suddenly, Song Xianglin chuckled softly, "I've noticed you're getting more and more beautiful."

Wenxi touched her cheek, raising her delicate eyebrows slightly. "Really?"

"He looks great overall, a bit like Wenxi when he was a child—lively, bright, and radiant."

Her face had a proud look, as if she were nourished and pampered by love, and she was immersed in happiness.

"Thank you for the compliment, Brother Xianglin." She smiled.

The food was served, and Song Xianglin, head down, cut the steak on his plate. "I'm not that much older than you..."

Even if I'm a day older, I still have to call you Brother Xiang Lin.

He suddenly stopped what he was doing, looked up and stared at her: "Wenxi, can I ask you a question?"

"What?" Wenxi stuffed a bite of steak into her mouth, raising her eyebrows slightly.

"Why can't it be me?" Song Xianglin stared at her intently, his eyes filled with expectation and doubt.

Why couldn't it be him, or some other man? Why choose Zhou Jingchen of all people?

Wenxi put down her knife and fork, thought about it carefully, and responded to him in a generous and solemn manner:

"Brother Xianglin, you've had relationships in high school and college, and you were truly invested in each one. Even without me, you could still find other people you like to date or marry..." She paused for a moment, then continued:

"But what I want is someone who can't live without me from beginning to end."

Song Xianglin was silent for a moment, then smiled with relief, "Actually, the first time I saw you two in the countryside, I could tell he liked you."

Wenxi smiled brightly and raised an eyebrow: "How did you figure that out? Why didn't I know?"

"That's probably what happens when you're too close to the situation to see things clearly," Song Xianglin said. "Zhou Jingchen looks at you very differently. He smiles when you smile, and he's more heartbroken than anyone else when you cry. Once, you sprained your ankle, and I carried you home on my back the whole way. He followed behind with crutches. He fell down halfway through, but I didn't have time to help him up. I was just thinking about getting you home as quickly as possible."

"Later, the village barefoot doctor came to check your ankle. I was standing in the crowd and noticed that he had fallen and injured his leg; his pants were torn, so it must have been a pretty bad fall. But the whole time he looked at you with a worried and anxious expression..."

"When the doctor touched your foot and you cried out in pain, his eyes welled up with tears."

"Later, as I grew up and thought back on what happened when we were little, I realized more and more that his feelings for you weren't just those of a simple sibling. But he must have felt quite insecure back then, considering how cute and pretty you were as a child. If I were him, I would feel insecure too..."

Song Xianglin frankly said:

"If it were another man next to you right now, maybe I would compete for him again."

"But he is Zhou Jingchen, I can't compete with him, he loves you more than anyone else."

Wenxi lowered her eyelashes and remained silent for a long time.

After dinner, the two walked and chatted until they reached the mall entrance. Wenxi asked, "What time is your flight tomorrow?"

"10:00 AM."

"Bon Voyage."

Song Xianglin chuckled and stretched out his arms: "Want to give Little Magpie a hug?"

Wenxi smiled back and gently hugged him.

This was a very sincere hug, devoid of any romantic feelings, as pure as the friendship we shared as children.

"Happy New Year in advance for you and your aunt," Song Xianglin said. "Goodbye."

Wenxi waved to him and watched him leave.

Less than a minute later, she had just looked away when she heard her mother's voice behind her: "Daughter."

Wenxi turned around and saw Zhou Jingchen and Xiang Qin appear in her line of sight. Zhou Jingchen was carrying several shopping bags, his face was cold and stern, and his gaze was fixed on her face.

What bad luck.

Wenxi thought to himself.

It inexplicably gives me the feeling of a wife being caught cheating by her husband.

"Mom, what are you doing here?"

Xiang Qin smiled broadly: "Jing Chen took me out for lunch and accompanied me shopping. I bought a scarf and some clothes."

"Where's Xiang Lin? Did he leave?"

Wenxi nodded, "Yes, they just left."

Her gaze swept over Zhou Jingchen, whose dark eyes were fixed on her intently, as if trying to see right through her.

Wenxi blinked her long eyelashes and lowered her eyes guiltily.

That evening, shortly after she had taken a shower and entered her room, the door was gently pushed open and then locked from the inside.

The atmosphere was like alcohol, ready to ignite at any moment.

Why did you go out to eat with him alone?

Zhou Jingchen pinned her against the door, grabbed her chin with one hand and lifted it up, his gaze full of pressure.

"To...repay a favor," Wenxi said in a sweet voice.

He lowered his head and nibbled on her luscious red lips: "I'll repay the favor later. I don't like you meeting with Song Xianglin alone."

"Zhou Jingchen, I'm warning you, don't push your luck..."

Before she could finish speaking, he kissed her fiercely. He held her waist with one hand and controlled the back of her neck with the other, swallowing all her words and breath into his mouth.

When she felt that audacious hand reaching for a place it shouldn't be, Wenxi gasped softly.

She pounded her fists on him, yelling, "My mom! My mom's in their room! Don't...!"

"Eating is one thing, but why the hug?" Zhou Jingchen's eyes darkened, and his voice was unusually cold.

Wenxi pressed her palm against the cold door, frowning as she cursed, "You bastard, if you keep this up, you're moving out!"

His eyes were bloodshot, his chest pressed against her fair back, and he said with a "what's the use" attitude, "Fine, I'll tell Aunt Xiang about our shady relationship tomorrow."

"You dare...you bastard, if I had known you would betray me...I would never have been with you in the first place."

"So who do you want to be with?" he asked fiercely.

"With Song Xianglin? I saw you two hugging at the mall entrance, and Aunt Xiang even asked me if you and him were dating... Baby, do you know how I felt at that moment?"

The thought of that scene made Zhou Jingchen feel as if his heart was being pierced by countless needle holes, and his irritation and jealousy intensified.

His jaw was clenched tightly, his voice was icy, and his breath was erratic and suppressed to the extreme.

"I wish I could fuck you to death and turn you into a dried corpse, so that... you would belong to me alone."

Wenxi pressed her face against the cold door panel, "You're insane...you're a lunatic..."