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

During the New Year, this little incident occurred.

Qiao Yue, who was in the detention center, was somehow managed to get out of there by her parents asking for help from countless people and using all their connections.

In the past two years, the Qiao family's physical businesses have been declining. The Qiao couple had planned ahead, sending their daughter abroad while quietly transferring their assets overseas.

The Lu family is wealthy and influential in both politics and business, while the Qiao family has always been inferior and simply cannot afford to offend them. This time, Qiao Yue offended Zhou Jingchen, and Qiao's second uncle got into trouble, severely damaging their physical businesses.

As soon as Qiao Yue came out, her father urged her to leave the country immediately.

But she was always one to seek revenge, and she was unwilling to leave in such a disgraceful manner.

Before leaving, she arranged to meet Wenxi alone.

That day was the ninth day of the month. Wenxi agreed to the appointment because she wanted to get revenge in person, since this woman had almost ruined her life.

The location is approximately a coffee shop.

Qiao Yue, with her exquisite makeup and flat shoes, sat down opposite Wenxi with an air of authority.

A disdainful smirk curled at the corner of her lips as she spoke sarcastically: "You're quite pleased with yourself, aren't you? You've climbed up to Zhou Jingchen, and you've climbed up to the Lu family, this big tree."

Wenxi curled her lips into a mocking smile: "If it were you, you might be smug, but I'm different." She raised an eyebrow slightly, "It's Zhou Jingchen who's been clinging to me, and it's also Lu's parents who can't wait for me to marry into their family."

"You're shameless!" Qiao Yue cursed.

Wenxi smiled, her eyes narrowed: "I'm nowhere near as good as you. Those smear posts and insults against me were all orchestrated by you! I never expected someone with such fair skin to have such a dark heart."

Qiao Yue suppressed her anger and changed the subject: "Don't you want to know why I asked you out today?"

Wenxi raised her eyebrows to look at her, picked up her coffee cup and slowly took a sip, savoring the rich aroma on her tongue. She thought to herself that the coffee here was quite good and she could come again next time.

Across from her, Qiao Yue raised her hand and touched her lower abdomen, deliberately speaking slowly: "I'm pregnant."

"It belongs to Zhou Jingchen."

"Pfft—" Wenxi sprayed the coffee in her mouth straight onto her face.

"You, you..." She was so angry that her face turned red as she glared at Wenxi.

"I'm sorry, but what you said was really shocking." Wenxi apologized, but her eyebrows curled up in an undisguised sarcasm.

Qiao Yue grabbed a tissue from the table and wiped her face and clothes haphazardly. Her hair, stained with coffee, clung to her cheeks, and the stains on her sweater became more and more blurred as she wiped. Her originally elegant appearance now looked rather disheveled.

Her brow furrowed as she stared intently at Wenxi: "He was with me long before he got with you; he was just two-timing me..."

"Really?" Wenxi raised an eyebrow, her tone completely unfathomable.

Qiao Yue's expression was serious and solemn: "I'm carrying his child. Do you think I would joke about my innocence?"

The smile on Wenxi's face faded, and she lowered her eyes to look at the coffee cup in her hand. Her slender white fingers gently tapped the cool cup, and she remained silent for a moment.

When she looked up again, her gaze fell on Qiao Yue's face, and she spoke in a cold and indifferent voice, word by word:

"Then get an abortion."

"Wh-what?" Qiao Yue thought she had misheard.

"I said," Wenxi looked at her, smiled briefly, then his face turned cold, "you should get an abortion."

"I will not allow him to have children outside of marriage, not now, and not in the future."

"Zhou Jingchen is my dog, and I won't let any other woman have his puppies."

Qiao Yue's face paled instantly, a fleeting look of surprise crossing her eyes. It was supposed to be a scheme to sow discord, but she hadn't expected Qiao Yue to fall for it.

Wenxi suddenly realized that this New Year wasn't so boring after all; today's play was much more exciting than anything shown on TV.

She yawned slightly, a hint of weariness flashing in her eyes.

Last night, that bastard kept me up until midnight, and I feel like my body is about to fall apart.

"Is there anything else?" She looked at Qiao Yue, her tone languid. "If not, I'll be going now."

"Do you have the money for an abortion? If not, I'll have Zhou Jingchen transfer it to you later."

Qiao Yue's face was extremely pale at this moment, turning from white to green, then green to red, like a palette of colors, and she was trembling with anger.

Wenxi picked up her bag, stood up, smiled slightly, and said, "Then I'll be going now."

He had only taken two steps when he suddenly turned around: "Oh right, I almost forgot something."

She walked back to the table, picked up another cup of coffee, raised her hand, and slowly poured it over Qiao Yue's head.

Dark brown coffee dripped down Qiao Yue's hair, wetting her face and neck, and soaking her clothes. Her earlier imposing manner vanished instantly, leaving her looking utterly disheveled.

"Ah! You're a lunatic!" Qiao Yue exclaimed in a low voice, wiping her face haphazardly, both angry and anxious, her eyes reddening.

Wenxi smiled contentedly, put the cup back on the table, and swayed away with her slender waist.

-

On February 14, 2008, Zhou Jingchen and Wen Xi registered their marriage.

On that day, Lu Xiaobao took photos of the two of them the whole time, from entering the Civil Affairs Bureau to filling out forms, pressing fingerprints, and receiving the certificate. The camera captured every precious moment.

When they came out with their marriage certificate, Zhou Jingchen excitedly picked her up and carried her around the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau several times before finally holding her tightly in his arms.

"We got married," he exclaimed, feeling like it was a dream.

"Mmm." She smiled, her eyes crinkling.

"You can't flirt with other men anymore, you can't meet alone with men who have designs on you, you can't block or delete me when you're angry, and you can't easily say goodbye."

Goodness, they're already setting rules right after getting married.

Wenxi pushed him away, grabbed his tie, stood on tiptoe and bit his lip, saying fiercely:

"Zhou Jingchen, don't forget you're my dog, only you can listen to me!"

He smiled, pursing his thin lips: "Okay."

Lu Xiaobao, who was standing nearby, screamed excitedly, "Oh my god, oh my god, I just recorded it!"

.....

After the New Year, the two got busy with their own things. Sometimes Zhou Jingchen would stay at Jingyue Terrace, and sometimes Wenxi would go with him to another house.

The young couple couldn't really let loose at Jingyue Terrace and couldn't enjoy themselves to the fullest.

The house where Zhou Jingchen lived alone was well soundproofed, the bed was sturdy, and the drawers were stuffed full of condoms.

Use one and discard it; the consumption rate is extremely fast.

-

It's Qingming Festival.

Zhou Jingchen drove Wenxi and Xiang Qin to Lianghe to sweep Wen Zhiting's grave.

Xiang Qin, dressed in a plain-colored cheongsam, stood before her husband's tombstone, tears streaming down her face.

"Zhiting, look at you, you left so early, leaving me all alone, to spend the rest of my life in longing..."

"All the debts at home have been paid off, so you don't need to worry about anything."

"Our daughter is really successful now. She dances well, even filmed a movie, and has become a little star. She's made you proud."

After saying that, she pushed the two children in front of her, laughing and crying: "Look at these two naughty kids we raised, they secretly dated behind our backs, and now they're married."

Zhou Jingchen and Wenxi knelt down together and kowtowed, calling out "Dad" to the tombstone.

However, the person has passed away, and there has been no further response.

Only a few magpies hovered low above the cemetery, flapping their wings.

Time flies, and the Dragon Boat Festival is just around the corner after Qingming.

On the eve of the Dragon Boat Festival, Lu Yuanyuan asked the young couple if they wanted to go back to the old house together, saying that the old lady had called them earnestly and asked them to go back.

"She is, after all, your own grandmother, someone who's practically on her deathbed. It's only right and proper that you two, now that you're married, go back to her."

"But it depends on your own wishes. If you don't want to go, I can just refuse her directly," Lu Yuanyuan said.

Wenxi raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Go! Why wouldn't I go?"