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

Year after year, time slips by.

At the school's talent competition at the beginning of the semester, Wenxi won the championship with a dance, becoming famous overnight.

She stood on the podium, her face beaming with smiles.

The school awarded her a certificate, and that evening Wenxi proudly wiggled her hips and hummed a song while waving the certificate in front of Zhou Jingchen, finally sticking it in the most conspicuous place in the living room.

Wenxi rarely received awards at school from childhood to adulthood. There were no talent competitions organized in elementary and middle school. Only in high school did she finally win an award.

At first, she didn't realize what kind of turmoil the competition would cause until she walked across the playground in her school uniform, when boys whistled at her, when she was running on the playground, when someone took off her hair tie, and when someone else picked up the strap of her halter top at the back of her neck and let it snap back.

These actions were seen as blatant provocation by Wenxi.

In the end, the boy who whistled at her was verbally abused; the boy who took her hair tie and messed with her belt was punched and kicked, and the incident even went to the teacher's office.

Once, a love letter was slipped into Wenxi's desk. When she opened the letter, a long string of cheesy words gave Wenxi goosebumps.

The whole thing is full of love and romance, but Wenxi doesn't even recognize this person; it's all so inexplicable.

Finally, she handed the letter to her teacher.

Jiang Xiaoya, filled with envy and jealousy, pointed at her and said, "Wenxi, you're really stubborn!"

Zhou Jingchen saw everything and strongly supported Wenxi's actions: "At our age, we should focus on our studies."

That night, Zhou Jingchen was sitting on the sofa watching TV when Wenxi came up to him, her long, curled eyelashes fluttering and brushing against his face.

Zhou Jingchen felt itchy and pulled his body back slightly.

"Are my eyelashes long?" She opened her almond-shaped eyes, her eyelashes like angel wings, her eyes dark and bright, extremely beautiful.

The boy's heartbeat suddenly went off track, and his face flushed red.

Wenxi deliberately blinked her eyelashes quickly: "In that love letter today, the boy said my eyelashes were long and beautiful."

She leaned closer again, tilting her small face up, her sweet breath brushing against his skin:

"Do I look good? Zhou Jingchen, do I look good? Hmm?"

Her pajamas had a low neckline, and Zhou Jingchen could just make out half of her snow-white curve when he looked down...

He swallowed hard, his breathing became heavier, and stared at her for a long time before stiffly turning his head away without saying a word.

Wenxi's lips curled down, and he immediately jumped up to hit him.

Before the hand could even fall, two streams of bright red blood began to flow from the other person's nose...

"Zhou Jingchen, you're bleeding—" Wenxi's eyes widened, and she panicked.

Zhou Jingchen felt the warm liquid gushing out and frantically tried to cover it up, then staggered towards the bathroom, leaning on his crutches.

"Hey, I haven't even hit you yet, how come you have a nosebleed?" Wenxi shouted from behind.

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After a year or two of training, Wenxi made rapid progress at her new dance institution.

The teacher said she has a great talent for dancing, and that she will definitely have no problem getting into an art college and could have a long-term career in the dance industry.

Xiang Qin was very happy and stopped nagging her about her academic classes.

There was a girl named Zhang Ning in the dance studio. She was about the same age as Wenxi and had a very lively personality.

During a break from stretching that day, Zhang Ning leaned over and gently nudged Wenxi's arm with her elbow, her eyes sparkling: "Wenxi, who is that boy who picked you up from get out of class last time?"

Wenxi was stretching his legs and casually replied, "Family."

"Your brother?"

"younger brother."

"He's so handsome! Hey, can I go after him?" Zhang Ning nudged Wen Xi quietly, her voice excited: "I kind of like him."

Wenxi was shocked when she first heard someone say they wanted to pursue Zhou Jingchen.

She paused for a moment, then said casually, "Go ahead and pursue me if you want."

The other person was delighted: "Then how about I come over to your house on Saturday?"

"Okay," Wenxi agreed.

Zhang Ning did indeed come on Saturday.

She was dressed in a striking way, with her hair styled in an elegant bun and wearing a floral dress that accentuated her fair skin.

It was only a dozen degrees Celsius outside, and the wind was chilly, but Zhang Ning was bare-legged, her skirt barely covering her knees.

Wenxi stared at her legs for a long time, then couldn't help but widen her eyes and ask, "Aren't you cold?"

She smiled shyly: "I'm not cold."

She brought Wenxi a bag of imported snacks, and as soon as she entered the door, her eyes were glued to the boy on the sofa.

Zhou Jingchen leaned back on the sofa, his posture upright, his brows and eyes deep-set, his profile sharply defined as if sculpted. A brand-new cane rested casually beside him, specially commissioned by Wen Zhiting.

Wenxi introduced Zhang Ning to Zhou Jingchen: "Zhang Ning is a friend from the dance studio."

"Hello." Zhang Ning nodded slightly in greeting, a blush rising on her face.

Zhou Jingchen replied with a nonchalant "Hello".

In the living room, the TV was on, playing a Hong Kong police drama. Wenxi asked Zhang Ning to sit down and watch it with her, but Zhang Ning plopped down next to Zhou Jingchen. Wenxi had no choice but to sit on the very edge.

"You like watching Hong Kong movies?" Zhang Ning tried to strike up a conversation with Zhou Jingchen.

"Hmm." Zhou Jingchen's gaze remained fixed on the screen, showing no particular emotion.

"I also enjoy watching Hong Kong movies. Whose movies do you like to watch?"

"I don't really like anything." Zhou Jingchen felt uncomfortable all over. Zhang Ning had sprayed something on her, and it smelled pungent, like floral water.

He suddenly stood up, leaning on his cane, and looked at Wenxi at the other end, his voice much gentler: "Want some grapes?"

Wenxi nodded.

As soon as he entered the kitchen, Zhang Ning grabbed Wenxi's arm and whispered, "He's so handsome! He's even more handsome up close today."

Wenxi remained silent, then said, "It's alright."

"Wenxi, I really envy you, being able to live with him every day. I just saw his Adam's apple; the way it moved up and down was absolutely breathtaking..."

Zhang Ning was so excited she was practically bursting with joy. She pleaded, "Could you please create some opportunities for me to be alone with him later? Please, Wenxi?"

"Okay, okay, stop pulling me."

A moment later, Zhou Jingchen came out with a fruit platter, the plump and glistening grapes washed clean.

He placed it on the coffee table and invited Zhang Ning to eat with him.

After he sat back down, Wenxi suddenly stood up, touched the tip of her nose, and said, "Uh... I'm going to find something." With that, she ran back to her room, closing the door behind her.

Wenxi lay on the bed, turned on the cassette player, put on her headphones and listened to music. After a while, her mind wandered and she felt inexplicably irritable.

In the living room, Zhou Jingchen went back to the kitchen and brought out a transparent glass bowl.

He deliberately moved to the other end of the sofa, keeping a distance from Zhang Ning, before bending down to peel the grapes one by one.

Zhang Ning tugged at her skirt, casually stretching her leg a little closer to him, and started a conversation: "I saw you when you went dancing with Wenxi."

"Hmm." He didn't even look up, his slender fingers deftly peeling off the grape skins and placing the plump flesh into the bowl with patient and meticulous movements.

"Do you also attend No. 2 High School?" Zhang Ning asked again.

"Yes," he continued, focusing intently on peeling the grapes.

"You don't like grape skins?"

"fine."

"I didn't like eating it before, but then I found peeling it too much trouble, so I started eating it with the skin on."

Zhou Jingchen didn't know what to say, so he just replied with an "Mm".

Wenxi listened to music in her room for a while, but for no reason she felt extremely irritable, so she lifted her leg and kicked it a few times in the air.

She couldn't understand why Zhang Ning was wearing such a short skirt. Was this some kind of way to chase someone? She was so close to Zhou Jingchen, practically glued to him...

After a while, the bedroom door opened with a "bang," and Wenxi walked out.

"Did you find the item?" Zhou Jingchen asked her.

"Ah... I found it." She touched the tip of her nose awkwardly and gave an embarrassed laugh.

A pile of plump, green grapes lay in a bowl on the coffee table. As soon as Wenxi sat down on the sofa, Zhou Jingchen pushed the bowl of grapes in front of her: "They're peeled, eat up."

The girl grabbed a handful, stuffed it all into her mouth, chewed it fiercely, and still had a smile on her face.

Sitting to the side, Zhang Ning stared in astonishment at the scene before her—

So this bowl of grapes was peeled especially for Wenxi?

Her smile froze, her eyes darted between Zhou Jingchen and Wen Xi, and her expression gradually became complicated.

Zhang Ning left after sitting for only a short time that day, and never came to Wenxi's house again. Even in the dance studio, she rarely spoke to Wenxi.

After she left, Wenxi sprawled out on the sofa, her legs propped up on Zhou Jingchen's lap, and kicked him, asking, "Do you think Zhang Ning is pretty?"

"have no idea."

She had just come out of the bedroom, without socks, her fair and delicate feet with beautiful arches, and her feet were icy cold.

Zhou Jingchen grasped her hand and covered her mouth.

"I don't know what that means?"

"I didn't see her much."

"Oh..." Wenxi seemed thoughtful, her pink toes scratching at his palm. "Was she wearing a skirt or pants today?"

"skirt."

Wenxi sat up abruptly, her little face contorted with anger: "You dare say you didn't look at her much!"

"What I mean is I didn't really look at her face. You asked me what she looks like, and I honestly didn't look closely, so I don't know," the boy explained calmly.

The girl huffed, "Didn't you see my face? Then you must have looked at my legs!"

He's just like Fang Haoyu.

When they were in junior high school, they asked them to accompany her to the dance studio, but Fang Haoyu absolutely refused to go.

After starting high school, Fang Haoyu ran into her several times and shamelessly asked, "Wenxi, are you going to dance? I can give you a ride."

Once, Fang Haoyu actually rode his bicycle to take Wenxi to dance class, but he stared at the legs of the other girls in the dance studio the whole time.

Wenxi felt ashamed and never let him go with her again.

A martial arts movie was playing on TV, and the loud, chaotic sounds of "Heave-ho!" echoed throughout the living room.

Zhou Jingchen was speechless for a moment, unsure how to respond. After a long silence, he slowly whispered, "I didn't." His tone was somewhat aggrieved, as if he had been wronged.

It's still my own dog, I have to train and teach it!

Wenxi pulled up a stool and sat down in front of him, looking very serious:

"Little dog, don't you dare learn bad things from Fang Haoyu. His mind is full of filthy things. All he cares about are girls' legs and breasts."

Ugh~ Anyway, he's incredibly vulgar and disgusting! I'm warning you, never learn from him, don't let him corrupt you."

The boy in front of her lowered his head, his gaze sliding over her fair and delicate thighs. His fingers unconsciously crumpled the sofa cover, and he murmured an "Mmm".