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

Two years ago, Xiang Qin had already taught her daughter Wenxi about menstruation and taught her how to use sanitary napkins.

She was always afraid that one day her daughter would have her first period without any warning, and she would panic and not know what to do.

Children are naturally curious, and one time, when the adults weren't looking, Wenxi secretly took a sanitary napkin from her mother and quietly put it inside her underwear.

But after a short while, she found the thing too thick and stuffy, making her feel uncomfortable all over. She angrily tore it off and threw it aside, and foolishly prayed in her heart: God help me, please don't let me get my period!

That night, around 10 p.m., Wenxi couldn't sleep.

First, while her mother was out, she ran to the shoe rack by the door and took Xiang Qin's high heels to put on.

She secretly went to her mother's dressing table and fiddled with it for a while, applying face cream, taking out that bright red lipstick, making her lips look like sausages, brushing her eyelashes like a fairy, and drawing her eyebrows with charcoal pencil like Crayon Shin-chan.

After doing all that, she stood in front of the wardrobe mirror with satisfaction, shuffling along in her ill-fitting high heels to show Zhou Jingchen.

The moment the door opened, Zhou Jingchen, who was sitting on the bed reading, shrank back in fright, nearly dropping the book from his hand. He stammered, "What...what are you doing?"

Wenxi acted coy, touched her hair, deliberately shuffled in her high heels, and walked back and forth in front of him several times with her chest out and head held high.

"I want to grow up quickly. I want to wear high heels, and like my mom, carry a small bag and go wherever I want."

She walked up to him, brought her face close to his, and asked with a grin, "Am I pretty? Zhou Jingchen, aren't I especially handsome?"

Zhou Jingchen stared at her with wide eyes, his breath catching for a moment, and he pursed his lips without saying a word.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Wenxi snorted in dissatisfaction, then shuffled to the living room in her high heels to show off. However, she almost twisted her ankle after only a couple of steps, and then reluctantly took off her shoes.

She was very satisfied with her makeup. After entertaining herself, she ran to Zhou Jingchen's bed and jumped around, making his bed creak.

Zhou Jingchen was engrossed in studying a high school textbook he had borrowed from his neighbor Chen Xu's older brother, while Wenxi shook the bed so much that he couldn't concentrate on reading at all.

Zhou Jingchen put down his book and politely asked in a low voice, "Sister, could you jump on your own bed?"

"No way!" She was rebellious by nature; the more she was told not to do something, the more she wanted to do it.

"I'll jump on your bed, I'll jump on your bed." She rolled around and threw a tantrum, like a female rogue.

"It's the holidays, what are you reading?" Wenxi took over his pillow and gently kicked his hand.

Zhou Jingchen's bed sheets were always clean and tidy, with a pleasant, faint soapy scent. Wenxi liked the smell very much, and she secretly sniffed them several times while lying on his bed sheets.

"Studying in advance will make things easier when school starts," Zhou Jingchen answered honestly.

Wenxi clicked her tongue twice in mockery: "Academic geniuses are different; they don't forget to study even during holidays."

After a while, she got tired of playing and lay on the bed, feeling drowsy from the light scent of soap.

Seeing that her eyelids were drooping, Zhou Jingchen urged, "Go wash your face before you go to sleep. You look like a ghost."

Wenxi ignored him and lightly kicked his waist with her toe to show her displeasure.

Soon, her heavy eyelids closed completely.

Hearing her light, even breathing, Zhou Jingchen shook his head helplessly, pulled a small blanket from the side and draped it around her waist, then sat down at the other end to continue reading.

The bedroom window was open, and a cool evening breeze was blowing in, which felt very comfortable.

Not long after Wenxi closed his eyes, tragedy struck—

She suddenly felt a sharp pain in her abdomen, as if someone was pulling her internal organs down.

She woke up in pain, her forehead covered in sweat, and instinctively adjusted her posture, bending her legs and curling up.

Zhou Jingchen sensed something was wrong and turned to look, seeing bright red bloodstains on the back of her skirt and on the bed sheet.

The book in his hand fell to the ground with a "thud": "Wenxi!"

......

An hour later, Wenxi slowly emerged from the bathroom. Her makeup was completely washed off, and she had changed into a clean set of clothes.

Because she had indulged in three ice creams in the afternoon, she was now suffering from both stomach pain and menstrual cramps. Under this double torment, her face was as pale as paper, and she could barely stand up straight. She crouched down and slowly crawled back to her bed.

The sheets on Zhou Jingchen's bed next to her had already been taken off, and she could hear the sound of washing coming from the balcony.

Wenxi's cheeks flushed for the first time, a rare occurrence. She pulled the blanket over her head and muttered to herself, "Ugh, this awful period!"

Then she was relieved that she was at home and that only Zhou Jingchen knew about it. If he had suddenly visited at school and gotten something on the chair, it would have been incredibly embarrassing.

Zhou Jingchen scrubbed the sheets again and again, changing the water several times, until the bloodstains were completely removed. He then stretched them out and hung them on the clothesline on the balcony.

After washing the sheets, I went to the bathroom and saw Wenxi's nightgown and underwear in the basin.

Without any hesitation, I picked them up, washed them thoroughly, and hung them out to dry on the balcony.

When Wenxi and Zhou Jingchen were eight years old, Xiang Qin required them to develop personal hygiene habits and wash their underwear by hand every night.

When they weren't home, Wenxi would make Zhou Jingchen do the washing for her because she was too lazy.

When she first asked him to do her laundry, she arrogantly remarked, "Have you ever seen a pampered young lady do her own laundry?"

"I've never seen her before." He had never seen any other young ladies.

Seeing his reluctance, she coaxed and lied, "Your little brother is your big sister's servant. He has to help you with chores. Otherwise, what's the point of having a little brother?"

The little boy frowned, his face flushed, and he whispered in protest, "Sister, I don't want to wash your underwear..."

Wenxi's eyes darted around, and she launched into another long-winded explanation: "My mom said that children should be hardworking and helpful!"

Zhou Jingchen whispered, "Sister, how about I give you this chance to help others?"

Wenxi got anxious, stamping her feet and yelling, "My hands are so delicate, how can they do such rough work! My parents buy you so many clothes and delicious food so you can serve me!"

Finally, Zhou Jingchen looked at the small, light piece of fabric and, thinking it was something he could easily do, agreed.

This washing has been going on for many years. Whenever Wen Zhiting and his wife are not at home, these chores inevitably fall to him.

Wenxi was pampered and spoiled, never lifting a finger; Zhou Jingchen was diligent and meticulous, doing as many things as possible himself in life, never wanting to cause trouble for others.

When the adults are not home, Zhou Jingchen will help clean the room, wash clothes, sweep the floor, mop the floor, etc. Although his legs are not very convenient and his movements are slow, he does the work meticulously.

When the adults returned, Wenxi would steal the credit: "Mom and Dad, look how clean I've made the house!"

Wen Zhiting and Xiang Qin exchanged a glance. Looking at their daughter's lazy appearance and then at Zhou Jingchen standing silently to the side, they knew exactly what was going on.

The couple would occasionally ask Zhou Jingchen privately, "Has your sister bullied you?"

Zhou Jingchen shook his head firmly each time.

On the balcony, pink panties and a floral nightgown swayed gently in the breeze, emitting a faint scent of soap.

Zhou Jingchen suddenly remembered that Aunt Xiang would also have stomach aches for a few days every month. Whenever this happened, Uncle Wen would make her a cup of hot brown sugar water if he was home.

Sometimes I'll cook a bowl of poached eggs with brown sugar, with an egg inside and sprinkled with longan, goji berries and red dates.

He immediately ran to the kitchen and started working like Uncle Wen.

This was his first time making brown sugar poached eggs, and he was very clumsy. The eggs broke apart as soon as they hit the pot, and a layer of egg flowers and foam floated on the soup.

When I carried the bowl of hot soup into the bedroom, Wenxi was curled up on the bed, her brows furrowed in pain.

"Wenxi, drink this, and the pain will go away."

Wenxi struggled to sit up, took the bowl of brown sugar egg drop soup, and asked weakly, "What is this?"

"Brown sugar water," Zhou Jingchen said. "I've noticed that Auntie drinks this whenever she has a stomachache, and it helps her a lot afterward."

Wenxi gulped down the soup, then pouted and complained, "There's too much brown sugar; it's a bit too sweet."

As she spoke, she shoved the empty bowl into Zhou Jingchen's hand, leaned back, and went back to bed to sleep.

Wenxi got up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night and saw the clothes drying on the balcony. Her eyes flickered, but she didn't say anything.

In Wenxi's view, this is only natural.

If Zhou Jingchen won't wash her underwear, who will?

Zhou Jingchen eats at her house, drinks at her house, so what's wrong with him doing some work for her?