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

The moment the living room door opened, a chilly draft rushed in along with Zhou Jingchen.

"Oh my, Xiaoze is back! My grandson is back!" The old lady clapped her hands, a warm smile spreading across her wrinkled face.

Qiao Yue looked up.

The man was tall and straight, his black overcoat accentuating his sturdy figure. He had deep-set features, calm and aloof eyes, and a rugged face that exuded a sense of detachment and nobility. His cool and refined demeanor made him impossible to look away from at first glance.

Zhou Jingchen changed his shoes, strode confidently to the sofa, a faint smile playing on his lips, and presented the gift he had asked his secretary to buy:

Happy birthday, Grandma.

The old lady opened the bag, and inside was a colorful silk scarf. She was overjoyed.

She quickly pulled him to sit down next to her and introduced him: "This is your Uncle Qiao's daughter. We've known each other for many years. She's about your age and has a master's degree..."

Zhou Jingchen slightly lifted his eyelids and nodded politely.

Qiao Yue's ears turned slightly red, and she silently clenched her clothes.

The kitchen sliding door opened, and Lu Yuanyuan and the nanny, Aunt Xiu, carried the food to the table. Upon seeing this, Qiao Yue immediately stood up and said, "Auntie, let me help you."

The old lady also stood up and pulled her to sit down at the dining table. "You're a guest; how can you let a guest do your bidding?"

She deliberately arranged for Qiao Yue and Zhou Jingchen to sit facing each other, so that they could both get to know each other properly.

Zhou Jingchen and Lu Zhenting helped bring the food to the table and set it up. Five or six people sat down together.

The table was laden with delicacies, some steamed, some boiled, all prepared in a light style to suit the old lady's taste.

During the meal, the old lady reminded her grandson, "Xiaoze, put some food on Xiaoyue's plate."

Zhou Jingchen sighed helplessly, then calmly used the serving chopsticks to casually pick up a piece of fish and put it in the bowl of the person opposite him. The other person softly said "thank you," to which he replied, "You're welcome."

"Our Xiaoze is a top student who graduated from Penn. He now has his own company, is successful in his career, is handsome, and has everything except a girlfriend."

The old lady moved gracefully, gently wiping the corner of her mouth with a tissue, her eyes darting back and forth between the two of them.

Qiao Yue smiled and agreed, "He probably doesn't lack girlfriends."

"Oh dear, I've never dated anyone, I'm so naive."

"Grandma, I have a problem with my leg, how can we talk?" Zhou Jingchen took a sip of his drink.

His face remained calm and composed as he chatted casually, "Miss Qiao may not know, but I broke my leg when I was two years old and have been disabled for over ten years, relying on crutches to walk. Although I had surgery a couple of years ago, I still don't have the same mobility as a normal person with two legs."

Qiao Yue took a sip of water and smiled softly, "I know, I've heard it from my parents. You're quite remarkable. Despite your leg injury, you persevered and studied abroad on your own. During your university years, you even founded the Xinghe Forum, which has grown to its current size."

"Young, promising, and accomplished," she added with a smile.

Zhou Jingchen gave a slight smile, his tone calm and polite: "You flatter me."

The aroma of food wafted slowly through the dining room, and the chopsticks and bowls occasionally clinked together, making soft sounds.

Qiao Yue would occasionally glance at Zhou Jingchen, her shy gaze falling on his shoulder, face, and hands. The old lady knew that she was safe from this sight.

He thought to himself that a man still needs to have a good appearance, and his grandson's good looks would surely charm countless young girls.

Lu Yuanyuan put some food into his bowl and said softly, "Eat more."

Lu Zhenting chatted with him about company matters for a few minutes. Lu Zhenting was in the manufacturing business and initially wanted his son to take over the learning, but Zhou Jingchen wasn't interested in that and was focused on his own technology company.

Seeing his son's modest achievements now, he is quite pleased.

After dinner, the old lady asked Zhou Jingchen to take Qiao Yue home. Zhou Jingchen made a phone call, and soon the Lu family's driver arrived.

"I need to go back to the company. Could you please take her home?"

After the girl left, the old lady was furious. She patted his back several times, but didn't use much force.

"You kid, what a great opportunity! You could have chatted with them in the car and gotten to know them better, and you just wasted it."

"Grandma, something really came up at my company," he said hurriedly, glancing at his watch. "I have to go now."

The old lady was so angry that she rubbed the beads in her hand until they made a grinding sound.

It was freezing cold outside. As soon as Zhou Jingchen stepped out the door, Lu Yuanyuan said, "I'll take him a scarf." She grabbed a gray scarf and followed Zhou Jingchen.

Beside the parking lot, Lu Yuanyuan tucked the scarf into his arms and said gently:

"Son, your grandma is getting old, it's normal for her to worry about your marriage. Don't put too much pressure on yourself. Ultimately, this is your own business, and you should make your own decision. No matter what, Mom and Dad will support you."

Zhou Jingchen smiled easily: "Thank you, Mom."

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Night Bar, 11 p.m.

The deafening DJ music ignited the atmosphere, while colorful rotating lights and strobe lights swayed incessantly, creating a dizzying effect.

The booths and tables were almost full, with music mixed with the clinking of glasses and the clattering of dice in the cups.

Suddenly, the beam of light in the center of the stage tightened abruptly and then exploded.

A woman emerged from the dark purple smoke.

The sequined miniskirt was so short it couldn't be shorter, tightly hugging her round, full hips. Her legs were long and straight, gleaming under the fishnet stockings. Her ankles were slender, yet she stood firmly on a pair of ten-centimeter patent leather shoes with red soles.

The top was just a few pieces of fabric covered with rhinestones, barely covering the vital parts, revealing a dazzlingly white, slender waist and deep dimples.

She swayed her slender waist as she walked up the steps to the center of the circular stage.

Her long, curly hair cascaded down her back, her face was heavily made up, with slanted eyeliner and exaggerated silver sequins, and her lips were the color of ripe cherries. Under the changing lights, she looked like an unreasonablely beautiful fairy, yet with an air of nonchalant indifference.

Zhao Jinqian sat in a booth on the second floor, his eyes half-closed, watching her. He took out his phone and sent a message to Zhou Jingchen: [Hurry! Quickly!]