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

On the day of the Dragon Boat Festival, a light rain fell from the sky, and the moist wind carried the fragrance of grass and trees in the air.

Early in the morning, Lu Zhenting went to pick up Lu Yuanyuan and their daughter to take them back to the old house. The car stopped in front of the villa, and Lu Xiaobao skipped and jumped into the house first.

Lu Yuanyuan had just taken a step to follow when her wrist was suddenly gripped tightly from behind. The grip was neither too strong nor too weak, but it carried an unyielding stubbornness that left no room for escape. The next second, she was pulled into Lu Zhenting's arms.

"Yuanyuan, please don't get a divorce, okay?"

"Brother, let go." Lu Yuanyuan frowned slightly and struggled a little, trying to push him away.

"Dad, Mom, come in quickly!" Xiao Bao's voice came from the yard.

Lu Zhenting slowly released his grip. Lu Yuanyuan straightened her clothes, glanced at him sideways, and walked swiftly into the courtyard in her high heels.

Wenxi and Zhou Jingchen arrived a little late.

As soon as the two entered the door, they saw an elderly Mrs. Lu, dressed in a dignified manner and exuding an imposing aura, sitting in the main seat of the living room sofa.

The moment Wenxi appeared, her gaze was already sharp and piercing.

Zhou Jingchen is tall and has long legs. He looks elegant and handsome in a well-tailored suit.

Wenxi wore a black, form-fitting bodycon dress, her waist supple and slender, her figure graceful and shapely. She wore sheer black stockings that hugged her long, beautiful legs, and eight-centimeter patent leather black high heels. The large diamond ring on her right ring finger sparkled and shone, captivating everyone's attention.

This dress is from a high-end brand and was picked out for Xiaobao by Lu Yuanyuan when she accompanied her shopping.

At that moment, Xiao Bao touched the dress and grinned mischievously, "Sister-in-law looks absolutely stunning in this! Mom, if you buy it, you'll be one step closer to having a grandson."

However, in the eyes of the older generation with traditional values, this outfit was too flashy, and even somewhat improper.

Wenxi specially chose it to see the old lady early in the morning.

She insists on doing what the other person dislikes most.

In Old Mrs. Lu's heart, only four words came to mind: "little vixen."

Lu Xiaobao was the first to call out "Sister-in-law," and everyone's eyes fell on the young couple.

Zhou Jingchen bent down, squatted on the ground, took off her high heels, and personally changed her into slippers.

Her hand rested lightly on his shoulder, a slight smile played on her lips, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mockery as she glanced at the old woman.

The old lady's face was already flushed with anger, but she suppressed her words. This scene seemed familiar, as if it had happened before... She glared angrily at Lu Zhenting and Lu Yuanyuan standing to the side.

Lu Yuanyuan stiffened slightly at that sharp gaze, turned her face away, and refused to pay attention.

Lu Zhenting quietly reached out to take her hand, but she calmly shook him off. They had been separated for months; she was determined to leave, while he was desperately trying to win her back.

After the young couple changed their shoes, Zhou Jingchen took Wenxi's soft hand in his large palm and walked side by side to the center of the living room, nodding slightly to the elders: "Grandma, Dad, Mom."

"You even need someone to change your shoes for you?" The old lady snorted at Wenxi.

Upon learning that the two had registered their marriage, she nearly fainted from anger. Ultimately, this little vixen had taken advantage of her, bewitching her grandson completely.

Wenxi clung tightly to Zhou Jingchen's arm, smiling sweetly and innocently: "Grandma, you don't understand. Jingchen is so considerate; he loves to do these little things for me."

You old hag, this is a reward for your grandson.

Grandma Lu was almost laughing in anger.

Lu Yuanyuan quickly smoothed things over, saying, "Please sit down, everyone."

The two sat down on the side sofa, facing the old lady.

"Little Magpie." Lu Yuanyuan knew her nickname, so she called her affectionately and pushed a plate of lychees in front of her. "Try it. They're imported from abroad. If you like them, I'll have someone prepare more and send some to your mother too."

"Thank you, Mom." Wenxi smiled, her beautiful eyes crinkling.

However, she didn't reach for the lychee, but instead looked at Zhou Jingchen with soft eyes. In an instant, he understood, took a lychee, and carefully peeled off the shell.

The plump, white flesh of the lychee was revealed, releasing a sweet aroma. Zhou Jingchen held the lychee to her lips, and she lazily opened her red lips and gently took it in.

As Zhou Jingchen gazed at her rosy lips and pink tongue, a scene he dared not hope for suddenly flashed through his mind, and his blood boiled instantly.

She was dressed exceptionally beautifully and flamboyantly today, showing off her stunning figure. Before leaving home this morning, he pestered her to have sex with him, but she pushed him away without any mercy.

Wenxi turned her head and met Zhou Jingchen's gaze.

She smiled, gently bit the lychee flesh in her mouth, a trickle of juice spilled from the corner of her mouth, which she then licked away with her tongue. She then gave him a coquettish look.

Through these days of in-depth communication, she had a firm grip on Zhou Jingchen, that little lecherous scoundrel.

Lu Zhenting followed suit and helped Lu Yuanyuan peel lychees, but she didn't appreciate it and didn't even glance at him.

She came today only because it was her son and daughter-in-law's first visit after their marriage, and she needed to be there to make sure Wenxi wasn't mistreated at the Lu family's house.

Undeterred, Lu Zhenting forked another piece of mango and held it to her lips. Lu Xiaobao chuckled as he watched them, and Lu Yuanyuan, unable to refuse any longer, reluctantly opened her mouth and took it.

The old lady's face grew increasingly gloomy. That vixen! Her grandson was bewitched by this vixen.

The living room was unusually quiet for a moment.

Lu Zhenting initiated the conversation: "Jingchen, where are you planning to buy a house?"

Zhou Jingchen smiled faintly: "Dad, we've discussed it. You and Mom don't need to worry about the house. There's no rush. Let's think about it some more."

"Sure, feel free to tell me your thoughts anytime."

"it is good."

As Zhou Jingchen responded, he opened his palm and placed it against Wenxi's lips. She naturally spat the lychee pit from her mouth into his palm.

He held the small fruit pit in his hand and continued chatting with his elders. After a while, he took a tissue, wrapped it up, and threw it into a trash can some distance away.

Grandma Lu's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

She has to serve him when he changes his shoes, and she has to peel and feed him fruit. Is this woman treating her grandson like a servant?

The son is completely controlled by Lu Yuanyuan, and the grandson is utterly dominated by this little fox. What a misfortune for the family! The Lu family is doomed to be ruined by these women!

Wenxi noticed the old lady's piercing gaze fixed on her, blinked her big eyes, and asked in a feignedly obedient manner, "Grandma, would you like to eat lychees too?"

The old woman glanced at her sideways, her tone cold and hard: "If I want to eat, I'll peel it myself, unlike some people who need men to serve them everything."

Wenxi sighed with feigned regret, "That's true. Grandpa has been gone for so many years, there's no one left to peel it for you even if you want to."

After saying that, she leaned her head against Zhou Jingchen's shoulder, took his arm, and said in a sickeningly sweet voice, "Honey~ I want to eat pineapple~"

The tone was soft and tingling, like a tiny electric current gently coursing through Zhou Jingchen's body.

I spent half the night in bed with her, but she wouldn't even call me "husband." Now she's acting arrogant and unruly.

Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately leaned over, picked up a piece of golden pineapple with his fork, and brought it to her lips.

Wenxi took only a small bite before pushing his hand away, indicating she didn't want to eat anymore. Zhou Jingchen naturally put the half she had bitten into his own mouth.

A nonchalant smile played on the girl's lips.

Didn't the old lady say she was a vixen? Well then, today, she'll carry that label through to the end.

Grandma Lu was furious and had nowhere to vent her anger. She turned her gaze to Lu Yuanyuan and said, "Go to the kitchen and lend a hand. The whole family is waiting for dinner."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Zhenting grasped Lu Yuanyuan's hand and said in a deep voice, "Mom, we have servants at home, why do you have to order Yuanyuan around?"

"You promised me..." Before coming, he had already told the old lady not to cause trouble during this meal, otherwise he would never set foot in his home again.

The old lady softened her tone slightly, but still remained defiant: "What's wrong with letting her cook a meal for her mother-in-law? As long as we're not divorced, she's still my Lu family's daughter-in-law."

She then looked at Lu Yuanyuan: "You should also discipline your daughter-in-law and teach her the manners of a wealthy family. Look at what she's wearing, her posture, her expression—there's not a trace of decorum about her. It's simply outrageous."

"I..." Lu Yuanyuan was about to speak when Zhou Jingchen's face turned cold: "Grandma, I don't like you talking about my wife like that."

Wenxi gently nudged his arm and said softly, "Honey, it's okay. Go help in the kitchen. I'll chat with Mom here."

"Okay." Zhou Jingchen replied and stood up.

Upon seeing this, Old Mrs. Lu immediately slammed her cane down: "Xiao Ze, sit down! What kind of man goes into the kitchen!"

She glared coldly at Wenxi: "Go!"

Wenxi raised her two fair and slender hands, the translucent nail polish on her fingertips making her skin appear even whiter and more delicate.

She swayed slowly, her tone innocent and coquettish: "Grandma, I can't cook. My hands can't get covered in oil fumes, so Jingchen usually cooks for me."

"What?!" The old lady was shocked. "Xiaoze is the company president, and he's usually very busy and tired. You actually made him cook, someone who never lifts a finger?"

"Not only that," Wenxi said with a grin, hugging Zhou Jingchen's waist. Her voice was sweet enough to make anyone swoon. "He also washes the dishes, does the housework, washes my underwear by hand, and massages and soaks my feet... My husband is the best!"

Zhou Jingchen felt a slight throbbing in his temple. He was a little unaccustomed to her like this, but he enjoyed it and was willing to cooperate with her.

He reached out and pinched her cheek, squeezing her lips into a round "O," and in front of everyone in the room, he lowered his head and gave her a light kiss on her red lips:

"You little rascal, let go, I'll go ask Aunt Zhang to make you a dessert."

"Oh my gosh~ It's so sweet!" Lu Xiaobao covered his mouth and squealed softly.

Watching the two of them being so intimate, oblivious to everyone else, Lu Yuanyuan suddenly recalled the first few years she had been with Lu Zhenting when she was young. A faint smile unconsciously appeared on her lips.

Wen Xi released her grip and said softly, "Thank you, honey, you're so good to me~"

Zhou Jingchen gently pinched her nose, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and stepped into the kitchen.

Watching this scene unfold, Old Mrs. Lu's eyes flashed with cold light. If it weren't for seeing her grandson, she would never have wanted to invite this little vixen into her home.

A short while later, Lu Zhenting got up and went out to answer the phone.

The old lady's gaze swept past Wenxi before settling on Lu Yuanyuan, her tone icy: "When are you and Zhenting planning to get a divorce?"

"If you're going to divorce, don't drag it out. Do it sooner rather than later. That way I can start finding him a new partner."

Lu Xiaobao complained, "Grandma, why do you always encourage my parents to get a divorce?"

"The daughter of the president of Zhiyuan Chamber of Commerce is only twenty-nine years old. She's young and beautiful. As soon as you two divorce, I'll immediately try to match them up," the old lady said.

Lu Yuanyuan had been suppressed by her for more than 20 years and had long been used to enduring it. At this moment, she only kept a straight face and spoke in a calm but firm voice: "Don't worry, we will divorce soon and will not bother your son."

"Hmph, you better keep your word."

"Tsk tsk." Wenxi, who had been silently observing, suddenly clapped her hands lightly, shook her head, and mocked, "People say that it's better to tear down ten temples than to break up one marriage. Grandma, you're really something, always choosing to break up your own son and daughter-in-law's marriage."

With Lu Zhenting and Zhou Jingchen not around, she no longer needed to restrain herself.

"You, who's practically half-buried, why do you keep doing things that are so immoral?"

"What did you say!" the old lady shouted at her sternly.

Wenxi slowly sipped his tea, then gently put it down, lazily lifting his eyelids, and clearly cursed, word by word:

"I'm telling you, you're disrespectful for your age, you're abusing your seniority, you old geezer!"