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

Upon hearing this, the boy opposite immediately shook his head: "My money is only for you to spend."

He paused, then added, "I've never given her any money, and she doesn't need me to."

Wenxi was in a good mood, her eyes sparkling, and she couldn't help but laugh and pat his bottom. "Thanks, little dog, I'll spend it well."

His face instantly turned red down to his neck.

Fang Haoyu was right; she was indeed reckless, a late bloomer with no limits.

The two stood by the roadside, looking at each other, wanting to say something but not knowing what to say.

Wenxi reminded him, "Don't forget our promise for May Day. We'll contact each other by phone then."

"it is good."

Zhou Jingchen said, "I should go now, Wenxi."

She hummed in agreement, then suddenly felt a sharp, painful tightness in her chest, and clutched the hem of his shirt with her small hand.

"Did you write down the phone number for our dorm building?"

He nodded: "I've got it."

"Then you'll call me every night..." Every night seemed a bit too much, so she said, "Then remember to call me every week."

"Yes, I will call. I used to call home often, but you never answered."

She got impatient and couldn't resist stepping on his foot, but seeing that he was wearing white sneakers, she didn't. She stuck out her neck and said, "I was just angry."

"Are you still angry now?" he asked.

She shook her head, looking up at him with her pretty, clean face: "You've already bribed me with the necklace and money, so my anger has completely dissipated."

As she spoke, Zhou Jingchen's gaze couldn't help but fall on her lips again.

Her lips were rosy and full... How could a girl have such beautiful lips?

He swallowed hard, feeling his throat was incredibly dry, and forced himself to look away.

"Oh dear, you'd better hurry up, or you'll miss your flight." Wenxi urged him and pulled him to the side of the road to hail a taxi.

A yellow taxi stopped, and Zhou Jingchen opened the car door and glanced back at her.

Wenxi's eyes were red-rimmed, her lips were pursed, and she looked like she was about to cry but couldn't, her expression was very pitiful.

She has always been someone who can't hide her emotions; her joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness are all written on her face.

Zhou Jingchen felt a sudden pang of heartache and turned to hug her.

A refreshing scent of soap enveloped Wenxi: "Cheer up, little princess."

Wenxi buried her head in the man's chest, tears streaming down her face, soaking his shirt, and began to sob like a kitten.

Although her feelings for him were not romantic, Zhou Jingchen was still moved.

As long as there are feelings, that's enough; who cares about the specifics of those feelings?

After a while, the driver couldn't help but lean out and ask, "Shall we go?"

Wenxi quickly wiped away her tears with the back of her hand and pushed the person into the car: "Driver, please get the person to the airport safely!"

She closed the car door from the outside, and the taxi's tires screeched as it drove away.

Zhou Jingchen didn't dare to look back, and Wen Xi also turned her back and hurried back to the dormitory.

As soon as she got to the dormitory, she threw herself onto the bed and cried fiercely for a while.

It feels like someone has ripped a hole out of my heart; it hurts and stings.

Zhou Jingchen has found his biological parents and started a family. She should be happy for him, but this comes at the cost of breaking up her family and separating her from Zhou Jingchen. Wenxi is not happy.

Her roommate, Qian Xiaoxiao, asked her what was wrong, and she said her younger brother had passed away.

The other person asked in surprise, "You and your brother must be very close, right?" After a pause, she added, "When I see my brother, I feel like killing him."

Wenxi's eyes were swollen like walnuts. She cried herself to sleep on the bed.

Around 9 PM, Qian Xiaoxiao returned with some late-night snacks and hurriedly called to her, "Wenxi, hurry to the dorm manager, she has your phone number!"

Wenxi suddenly jumped off the bed and ran to the dormitory supervisor's window.

The microphone was pointed upwards, clearly indicating that the person on the other end was waiting. She grabbed it and held it to her ear: "Feed?"

"Wenxi, it's me."

Zhou Jingchen's voice traveled over a thousand kilometers to Wenxi's ears through the telephone line.

His voice was gentle and clear, as if carrying a tingling electric current. Wenxi's fingers paused for a moment, then she gripped the microphone tightly.

"Zhou Jingchen, have you arrived at school yet?"

"Yeah, just arrived."

Are you hungry?

"fine."

Wenxi paused for two seconds, then said, "Zhou Jingchen, meeting you once had a very strong aftereffect."

The person on the other end was taken aback. "Why? So you don't want to see me anymore?"

"Yes, I'm looking forward to going to the beach during the May Day holiday."

A soft laugh came from the other end.

Wenxi slapped her own mouth, thinking to herself, "He's had his fun again."

They chatted for a bit, said goodnight to each other, and hung up the phone.

This meeting restored their relationship to what it used to be.

Wenxi felt a joy of something lost and then regained; her empty heart was filled again, like warm water overflowing with happiness, and she even smiled in her dreams at night.

-

The days passed uneventfully, and the two often talked on the phone. Sometimes Wenxi would call him, and sometimes he would call her back.

Wenxi was very happy during that time, always smiling and kind to everyone around him.

Qin Xiao was among these people.

Wenxi would occasionally chat with him, even though she wouldn't accept the gifts or food he gave her, which made him very happy.

So he often "bumped into" her by the lake or on the playground.

Take a walk with her and chat about things related to your profession or about everyday life.

Qin Xiao is very talkative, witty, and knows how to make girls happy, which is the complete opposite of Zhou Jingchen, who is clumsy with words.

When Wenxi talks to Zhou Jingchen on the phone, she sometimes doesn't know what to say.

Zhou Jingchen was a man of few words. When she talked to him about acting, he didn't understand. When he talked to her about computers, she didn't understand either.

The two are separated by a great distance and live completely different lives, so they can't even find common ground to complain about and have little in common.

But Wenxi always wanted to chat with him a little longer, so she would always mention Qin Xiao.

She said, "Zhou Jingchen, Qin Xiao told me a joke today, it cracked me up! Let me tell you..."

She said that she ran into him again at the library in the morning, and he actually saved her a seat and got her a glass of water.

She said that Qin Xiao is quite talented; he put on a stage play that was very popular at school.

She said, "I had a fever a couple of days ago, and he brought me medicine."

She said that when he played ball, he always liked to put his water bottle in my arms and ask me to hold it for him.

She said, "Zhou Jingchen, why aren't you saying anything?"

The boy on the other end paused for a moment, then said softly, "I'm listening."

By mid-April, the cherry blossoms had all fallen.

The sycamore leaves by the roadside had just unfurled into palm-sized green leaves, and when the wind blew, the tender yellow edges of the leaves dazzled the eyes.

At the Spring Games, Qin Xiao's team won the championship again with several perfect dunks.

He stepped down from the podium and went straight to where Wenxi was sitting. The boy was shirtless, and beads of sweat slid down his honey-colored skin, flowing into the creases of his abdominal muscles.

His laughter was hearty and frank, and his words of confession brought tears to the eyes of the students around him.

Finally, he conjured a bouquet of vibrant, radiant flowers and, on a bright, sunny afternoon in early spring, exclaimed, "Wenxi, fall in love with me!"

"Together, together, together!" The crowd's shouts grew louder and louder.

Wenxi's mind went completely blank. For some reason, she accepted the bouquet of flowers as if possessed.

That night, she nervously called Zhou Jingchen:

"Zhou Jingchen, Qin Xiao confessed his feelings to me in public again today, and I said yes. Tonight, he wanted to hold my hand, but I felt strange and didn't let him."

The boy on the other end was silent for a while, then hummed in agreement and asked, "Are you still going to Haizhou for the May Day holiday?"

Wenxi, holding the phone, said, "Of course I'll go! Didn't we agree on that?"

He said "okay," but after a moment he added, "Wenxi, could you please not talk to me about Qin Xiao next time? I don't want to hear it."

"You don't want to listen to me?"

"no..."

"Fine, don't call me if you don't want to hear it. I won't call you again!" She slammed the phone down.

The other end called urgently, but Wenxi didn't answer.

After the phone rang three times, Wenxi finally raised the corners of her lips and slowly answered, "Feed?"

Zhou Jingchen's voice was flustered: "Wenxi, I'm sorry... I apologize to you. I, I didn't mean it that way. I really like... listening to you talk."

"Oh..." Wenxi thought to herself with secret delight.

She enjoyed the feeling of having him under her thumb.

She liked Zhou Jingchen's subservient and obsequious manner in front of her.

Wenxi gently touched the moon necklace around her neck, bit her lip, and snorted, "Anyway, I won't call you again."

"Then I'll call you," he said, his breath trembling. "I'll call you, please answer, okay? I'm so afraid you won't answer my calls again."

Zhou Jingchen thought to himself, "So be it. Let her mention whoever she wants. As long as I can hear her voice and know that she is happy, that's enough."

He wasn't qualified to stand next to her, but he couldn't and wouldn't allow others to stand next to her, could he?

Wenxi is so dazzling, beautiful, and lovable.

What is he anyway?

Would a cripple dare to covet her?

Let her bring it up; once she does, he'll give up.

Let him crumble to pieces; she won't see it anyway.