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

Zhou Jingchen clicked on the picture. In the dim light, a row of muscular men without shirts stood together, and Wenxi had one hand on the chest of one of the men.

"Ha~" Zhou Jingchen was so angry he almost laughed, and he nearly smashed his phone against the windshield.

However, after only a cold laugh, his handsome face immediately darkened, his eyes filled with anger, and he stepped on the gas pedal rapidly, as if a storm was brewing.

My wife went out on a wild adventure less than a week after I left on a business trip.

If he hadn't been so persistent in begging her to get their marriage certificate, they probably would have broken up long ago.

A beautiful woman, a restless woman, a woman who needs to be constantly watched, a woman whose heart is not entirely devoted to him.

Zhou Jingchen's face was filled with anger, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, his gloomy gaze as cold as ice.

Inside Zero Degree Bar.

The deep bass made hearts race, the dance floor was packed, and the heat and the aroma of alcohol filled the air.

Wenxi's face flushed red, slightly tipsy, and she smiled as she touched the chest and abdominal muscles of each of the male models.

"Wow, that's really tough. How did you train to be so tough...?"

She swayed unsteadily, her steps faltering, and pinched the chin of a male model, looking him over carefully from left to right before shaking her head.

"Tsk, her face isn't the best looking..."

Zhou Jingchen is still the better-looking one.

As she spoke, she moved to another male model, lazily raised a hand, and tapped his chest: "You, call me 'sister'."

The other person obediently called out "Sister".

She added, "No, no, my voice isn't good enough."

Her voice isn't as pleasant as Zhou Jingchen's.

Just as she was about to take a step, her legs suddenly gave way, and she fell onto the male model next to her. He instinctively caught her.

This is what Zhou Jingchen saw when he came in—

She was wearing a revealing lace dress, drunk and slumped over a male model, her hand gripping the chest of another male model.

Hugging and touching them, even emperors couldn't do that.

it is good.

That's great.

Zhou Jingchen gritted his teeth, suppressing his anger, and strode up to her.

A waiter saw a strange man enter the bar and was about to approach him when Zhao Jingan stopped him, saying, "Hey, that's my friend."

"Okay, boss." The waiter then left.

Zhou Jingchen walked to Wenxi's side, suddenly grabbed her wrist, and pulled her directly into his arms.

His gaze was icy, sweeping over the row of male models, his anger almost bursting forth.

"You guys go ahead and get busy." Zhao Jinqian walked over and dispersed the row of male models.

"Who are you? Why are you hugging me?" Wenxi suddenly fell into a warm embrace. She lazily lifted her eyes, but her gaze couldn't focus. She could only see the person's face in a blur.

She drunkenly tried to break free from him, but his arms were so strong that she couldn't budge him an inch.

His scent was somewhat like Zhou Jingchen's; it smelled wonderful, a crisp cedar scent with a hint of cleanliness after a shower.

A male model? Wenxi squinted and looked closely. His features resembled those of Zhou Jingchen, a male model.

"Little brother, what's your name? You smell so good."

Zhou Jingchen's face was as black as coal. He looked down at the woman in his arms.

The thin, lace bodysuit she wore was alluring and revealing, with her waistline tucked into her jeans, sparking all sorts of fantasies.

His young wife, while he was away on a business trip, dressed like this to go to a bar, swiped his card, and ordered male models!

Zhou Jingchen's eyes were cold, his brows furrowed slightly, and his voice was low:

"Sister, I think you're really tired of living."

The night was deep, the bar was noisy, with laughter, dice clattering, cocktail mixing, and music rising and falling.

Zhao Jinqian, with a nonchalant smile on his face, stepped forward and said, "You've finally arrived."

"Any later and your little darling will be heading to the Carlton Hotel upstairs."

"They ordered our most expensive male model, and they even played a game just now." Zhao Jinqian deliberately stirred things up, knowing that Jiang Qi was the one who played the game.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Jingchen's expression darkened further. He looked down at the woman in his arms, who was drunk and flushed. Her eyes and cheeks were red, and she looked alluring and beautiful, like a drunken beauty.

He simply picked the person up horizontally and carried them in his arms.

"I'm leaving now." He raised an eyebrow, glanced coldly at Jiang Qi, and casually picked up the deck of cards from the table. "Could you please look after the person in the booth?"

Zhao Jinqian waved his hand: "Alright, go ahead."

Zhou Jingchen carried the woman in his arms and strode out of the bar. He opened the car door, carefully placed her in the passenger seat, and got in himself.

He started the car, his expression gloomy, his jawline taut.

He glanced at the woman in the passenger seat. The drunkard tilted his head, nestled limply in the seat, dressed provocatively, with thin, red lips, large breasts, and a slender waist. She could steal a man's heart with just a few inches of her body.

She has the looks and figure that would attract attention even without paying at a bar.

Doesn't she know that he gets text message notifications every time he uses his credit card?

He blatantly used his card to go to bars to find male models, played games with them, and groped them...

Zhou Jingchen became increasingly frustrated.

"Jiang Qi, drink up, why aren't you drinking anymore..." The woman in the passenger seat had a rosy face and hazy, dreamy eyes, looking like a drunkard.

She sat up with her eyes half-closed, drunkenly glancing at the "male model" beside her, then leaned over and giggled as she touched his hand:

"Little brother, if you make your sister happy tonight, I'll give you a super-premium membership..."

Zhou Jingchen's jawline tightened into a cold, hard curve, his dark pupils staring at her with a gloomy gaze. "Let go, I'm driving."

Wenxi ignored him, slowly moved her hand to his chest muscles, and even grabbed them twice.

"It feels so good... How did you train?" It feels exactly like Zhou Jingchen's pectoral muscles.

The man's temples throbbed twice. He grabbed her wrist and gently pushed her back into the seat.

"My sister is rich..." She leaned in again, her soft hands tracing the grooves of his abdominal muscles.

Her cheeks flushed, her eyes fixed on him, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. Her movements were quite bold. "I'll swipe my husband's card for you, hehe, let me touch...let me see how well you've got your abs..."

The car tires ran over a rock, causing it to shudder violently. Wenxi's hand slipped and landed on...

"Hmm..." The man's neck veins bulged, his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, and he let out a low breath.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

She seemed to realize she had made a mistake, and in a daze, she tried to straighten up, but her arms were weak and she couldn't lift them.

Her hands were soft, slender, fair, and delicate, and she unintentionally teased them through a thin layer of clothing.

Zhou Jingchen gasped, his arm gripping the steering wheel bulging with veins, his breathing suppressed and restrained.

He said through gritted teeth, "You've really surprised me today."

Alcohol corrupts the mind.

Wenxi was drunk, immersed in a world of incomprehension, completely oblivious to what he was saying, and unaware of how gloomy his face looked.

"It was just an accidental touch, why are you yelling at me?"

The woman's eyes were reddish at the corners, and beneath her smoky makeup were clean and delicate eyebrows and eyes. Her pupils shimmered with a faint light, making her look pitiful yet alluring, with a captivating charm that was hard to resist.

She even felt wronged.

Zhou Jingchen's breath hitched for a moment. He suddenly grabbed her wrist and coldly pressed her back into the passenger seat.

If it weren't for the restrictions of modern marriage laws, his little princess would probably want to marry more than ten men.

The accelerator was pressed down hard, and the car sped all the way home.

As soon as the two entered the door, Zhou Jingchen took off his black belt and pinned the drunkard against the door.

Her rosy cheeks, slightly pouting lips, pretty face, alluring eyes, and faint scent of wine with her breath, combined with her exquisite figure and captivating charm, made her look like a wild little cat with an untamed spirit.

Zhou Jingchen forcefully gripped her chin with his tiger's mouth, forcing her face up.

"If the little wildcat is naughty, then we'll just have to tame her properly." With that, he used a leather belt to tie the woman's slender white wrists together.

Wenxi frowned, her charming face showing slight displeasure: "What are you doing?"

Before she could finish speaking, her lips were sealed by his, his hand gripping the back of her head, kissing her passionately and fervently.

The girl's soft lips were like marshmallows, and her sweet but not cloying scent made one's throat dry, making one want to continuously inhale more of her sweet flavor.

The scene he had just witnessed at the bar kept replaying in his mind, stimulating Zhou Jingchen's sensitive and fragile nerves.

Zhou Jingchen knew he wasn't a very magnanimous man; he would secretly get jealous even if she glanced at other men a few times.

Now he's even touching other people's chest and abs!

One male model wasn't enough, they actually ordered ten!

The more Zhou Jingchen thought about it, the angrier he became. His heart ached and he was filled with rage. He entwined his lips and tongue with hers even tighter, wishing he could suck her into his body and kiss her alluring little mouth raw.

"Mmm..." Wenxi groaned in pain as he bit her lip, opening her dazed eyes to look at him.

He gripped her chin tightly, forcing out each word through gritted teeth:

"Baby, look closely, who am I?"

Wenxi seemed to regain some consciousness. Her misty pupils stared at him as she raised her bound wrists and touched his handsome face with her slender fingers.

"Zhou, Jing, Chen..." The soft, sweet voice carried a seductive quality.

The lights in the corridor were dim, casting an ambiguous glow on the two of them.

Zhou Jingchen's prominent Adam's apple swayed slightly as he gently stroked her fair and tender skin with both hands, his fingertips lightly rubbing her earlobes.

"Baby, why did you go to that kind of bar? Hmm?"

"I..." Wenxi pouted, her delicate eyes glistening with tears, "I want to have some fun."

"Didn't I make you happy?" His eyes suddenly darkened.

"No...we're getting married soon, I don't want to..."

Actually, she couldn't explain it clearly herself. She might have some pre-wedding anxiety, and the alcohol she had made her even more confused, causing her to speak in fits and starts.

"You don't want to marry me? You don't want to have a wedding?"

Zhou Jingchen pressed one arm against the door panel, his arm was strong and muscular, and his tall figure cast a small shadow over her, creating a strong sense of oppression.

Those deep black eyes were like a cheetah in the darkness, staring intently at her, poised to pounce and kill its prey at any moment.

"Mmm...no..." Her voice was soft, and the large expanse of bare shoulder and neck skin was as smooth and beautiful as white porcelain. A thin blue eyeliner was slightly upturned, making her look both docile and alluring.

Hmm, no?

It means "Yes, I don't want to marry him." Zhou Jingchen understood.

No wonder she said she didn't want a grand wedding and suggested a private banquet instead. It turns out she was afraid that too many people would know and affect her future escape plans.

He ground his back teeth heavily, his handsome face covered with a morbid obsession, a few streaks of blood appearing in his eyes, and his fingertips slowly caressing her tender white face.

"Baby, you really know how to make me angry."

After saying that, Zhou Jingchen suddenly leaned down and bit her fair and slender neck hard with his sharp teeth, only slowly releasing his grip when a little blood seeped from her thin skin.

Wenxi whimpered in pain, her eyes glistening with tears, and cried weakly, "It hurts so much..."

He licked his lips, his voice low and cold: "Only through pain can one learn a lesson."

A moment later, he suddenly grabbed her slender waist and pulled her close, threatening through gritted teeth:

"If you ever dare to go out and mess around with Jiang Qi again, or mess around with male models, I'll bite you to death, drink your blood dry, and turn you into a specimen, you hear me?"

Alcohol numbed her brain; though her thoughts were muddled, the pain in her neck was crystal clear.

She pitifully raised her hand, punched him with her little fist, and scolded him in a sweet, coquettish voice:

"Ugh, Zhou Jingchen, how dare you bully me..."

"You kidnapped me! I'm going to tell Mom!"

"You little bastard, you cripple, you piece of shit..."

Her soft, delicate body rubbed against him, and her faint fragrance wafted into his breath.

He was away on a business trip for more than a week, and the person he missed the most was her, but ironically, she was also the one who made him the angrier.

Zhou Jingchen felt a tickle in his heart, so he lifted her arm, pressed it against the door, and leaned down to kiss her small mouth, stopping her from talking nonsense.

Their cheeks met, his high nose bridge sinking into her face, the taste of fruit wine passing between their tongues, their hot breaths mingling erratically, the air seeming to boil over at the slightest spark.

His long, slender fingers groped restlessly downwards along her waistline...

A hoarse voice, laced with seduction: "Baby, do you know you were wrong?"

"Mmm..." Wenxi's already soft body became even softer after his kiss. If she hadn't been leaning against the door, she probably would have melted into a puddle of soft water.

He cruelly applied pressure to the soft flesh of her waist: "Say you're wrong, and I won't do it anymore..."

She whimpered sweetly, "You're bad..."

"Did I make a mistake?" he asked again in a deep voice.

Wenxi was being kissed so hard she could hardly breathe, her delicate body trembling like butterfly wings: "Waaah... I... I was wrong... Stop it..."

After a lingering, passionate kiss, their noses touched, his dark eyes gleaming, and her thoughts drifting.

Zhou Jingchen raised his hand and pressed his fingertip against her rosy, glistening lips.

His Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes darkened, and a shadow fell over his long eyelashes, adding a hint of danger to his expression.

He gently sucked on her small lips, a wicked smile playing on his lips, his voice deep and husky:

"Good boy/girl, since you did something wrong, you have to accept the punishment."

The next second, his hand rested on her shoulder, gently and skillfully lowering her shoulder...