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

The music has changed.

It's no longer the ear-splitting electronic music from before; the intro is a drumbeat with an exotic flair, deep and resonant, each beat striking the heart.

She didn't move immediately, but kept her eyes down, one hand supporting the steel pipe above her head.

A beam of light shone on her, drawing everyone's attention.

Then, the drumbeats intensified.

She survived.

Her head snapped back, her long, curly hair whipping into a beautiful arc. The lines of her neck were graceful yet delicate, her shoulder blades like butterflies breaking free of their cocoons.

Her waist began to sway, her arms stretched out, and her fingertips carried emotion, sometimes brushing through her hair, sometimes tracing the curves of her body, as if caressing a cherished musical instrument.

The woman on stage spun and slid around the cold steel pipe, her body sometimes pressed against it, sometimes flying away.

A backbend, the arc of which was breathtaking, her full breasts facing the chaotic lights, the edge of her short skirt digging into her thighs, drawing a chorus of hushed, gasping gazes.

Zhao Jinqian stood up, holding his wine glass, and lazily leaned his elbow on the railing, looking down from his vantage point, which was the best viewpoint.

The woman was clearly a professional dancer; she had a slender figure and beautiful curves, hooking one leg around the steel pole and performing various difficult moves.

The music was turned up to the maximum volume.

Whistles, screams, and cheers suddenly erupted. In the excitement, someone threw banknotes onto the stage, which landed near her.

"Interesting." Zhao Jingan murmured softly, a slight smile playing on his lips. He swirled the glass, and the amber-colored whiskey slid down his throat, leaving a spicy aftertaste.

After a long while, the dance ended. Wenxi bowed, slightly out of breath, and bent down to pick up the money from the ground.

She swept her wet hair behind her ear, revealing a small, simple silver stud earring on her earlobe.

The lights shifted, illuminating her profile. Beneath the heavy makeup, the clean, tired eyes and brows of a young woman in her early twenties were faintly visible.

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Backstage lounge.

Wenxi had already changed into casual clothes, but hadn't had time to remove her makeup yet.

Zhao Jingan offered her a high salary and asked her to sign a one-year contract, but she refused.

"Mr. Zhao, I only do part-time work."

Zhao Jinqian gritted his teeth: "Fine, part-time it is, I'll pay you the same salary as a regular employee."

"Mr. Zhao... I have another favor to ask." She hesitated, clasped her hands together in front of her chest and rubbed them together, pleading softly, "Could you give me an advance of one month's salary? I need to pay my rent soon."

Zhao Jinqian wasn't short of money, so he naturally wouldn't refuse such a request, especially when it came to a beautiful woman.

A month's salary is only a small amount; buying a handbag for a woman with a flick of the finger could be worth a year's salary in Wenxi.

He was just a little curious as to why she was so short of money. With her looks, she could have more money than she could ever spend if she wanted to.

To demonstrate his generosity, Zhao Jinqian immediately called over the finance department to give Wenxi an advance on her salary for one month.

"Thank you, boss!"

Wenxi tilted her head and smiled at him, revealing a pair of cute little white tiger teeth. Against his heavily made-up face, this touch of innocence stood out brightly, creating an indescribable contrast.

Zhao Jingan stared blankly for two seconds, then swallowed hard. "Are you going back already?"

"Mmm." Wenxi put the money into her bag, picked up a tissue, poured some makeup remover on it, and wiped her face.

Zhao Jinqian leaned against the table and watched her remove her makeup. Soon, a clear and pure face was revealed.

Where do you live?

"Over there in the urban village."

"I'll give you a ride." He added, "I'll just be passing by there on my way home."

Wenxi was very happy today; the thick stack of banknotes in her bag made her feel at ease.

Although this man's feelings for her may not be entirely innocent, he is at least decisive, generous, and doesn't make unwanted advances.

Unlike some of the bars she had been to before, where the owners were pot-bellied middle-aged men who were not only disgusting to look at but also tried to take advantage of her on the very first day, drooling all over the place.

She stood up, picked up her bag, and smiled gently as she declined, "No need, Mr. Zhao, thank you. I have something to do later, so I'll be going now."

She then flew out of the lounge, leaving him with a graceful silhouette.

Wenxi came out of the main gate and stood by the bus stop outside the Nightfall Bar, waiting for the night bus.

A taxi stopped, and the driver leaned out to ask if she needed a ride, but she waved him off. A bus ride home would only cost a dollar, but a taxi would be too expensive.

Not far away, a cool black Land Rover SUV drove towards us.

The car's body lines are sharp and sturdy, and the wheels gleam with a cold light. It is silent and powerful. Who wouldn't love a luxury car? Wenxi couldn't help but glance at it a few more times.

The car windows were dark, obscured by the moonlight, making it impossible to see the people inside.

A gust of cold wind blew by, scraping my skin like a knife.

Wenxi lowered her head and wrapped herself in her white coat, hunching her neck and burying her face in the thick scarf, revealing only her big, round eyes, which were dark and bright in the night.

The bus hadn't arrived yet, so she rubbed her icy hands, breathed on them, and stomped her feet in place.

Wenxi's skin was fair, her clothes were white, her eyelashes were covered with a layer of mist, and the tip of her nose was red, as if she had been crying, giving her a somewhat tragic beauty.

Standing alone in the cold night wind, next to the bus stop, her figure was as thin as a fragile little white flower that seemed about to fall.

Zhou Jingchen gripped the steering wheel, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of that white figure standing there, and his heart inexplicably clenched.

He frowned and raised his hand to rub his heart.

Just then, his phone rang abruptly, and he looked away to retrieve the phone he had left on the passenger seat.

The car slowly passed the girl.

"Feed?"

"Have you arrived yet?" It was Zhao Jinqian.

"We've arrived. Let's find a place to park now."

"Okay, we have to have a few more drinks tonight."

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Jingchen parked his car in front of the Nightfall Bar.

He couldn't help but glance at the rearview mirror a couple more times.

The girl remained standing there. In the pitch-black street, a dim streetlight shone on her, as if it were a stage light specially lit for her, drawing one's gaze involuntarily.

The large scarf almost completely covered her face. Perhaps it was too cold, because she kept rubbing her hands and stamping her feet in small steps.

Zhou Jingchen suddenly thought of Wenxi, who also liked to make that gesture.

In winter, she also liked to put her hands in his pockets or crawl directly into his collar. Her icy fingers would slip into his collar like little snakes, touching his warm skin and making him shudder.

She smiled slyly, her eyelashes curving as she said, "Little dog, warm me up."

The last time we met, it was just a fleeting encounter, and I haven't heard from you since, just like seven years ago when you suddenly vanished from the face of the earth.

If someone intentionally avoids you, you won't find them. Unless fate intervenes, you might never meet them even if you live in the same city your whole life.

She was avoiding him.

Why?

What exactly happened seven years ago? Where did Uncle Wen's whole family go? Why does she never contact him? Everything was like a dark, gloomy cloud, shrouding his heart.

Zhou Jingchen's heart started to ache again, as if it were being pricked by sharp needles.

He was as if he had a chronic, incurable illness; he would never recover without seeing her.

......

The night was like ink that couldn't be dissolved, splashed on the long, quiet winter street.

Zhou Jingchen rubbed his throbbing temples, about to push open the door and get out of the car, when his gaze inadvertently swept across the rearview mirror, and his heart suddenly clenched—

Under a streetlamp a hundred meters away, a man wearing a baseball cap was desperately snatching the girl's bag strap, his movements so violent it looked like he wanted to tear the bag in two.

The girl's fingers gripped the edge of the bag tightly, her slender body staggering under the strain, yet she refused to let go, screaming, "Help! Robbery!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhou Jingchen opened the car door and jumped out, shouting, "Let go! I'm calling the police!"

The roar pierced the cold night wind. The robber paused, turned his head, saw the figure rushing towards him, and his face instantly turned ferocious.

As Zhou Jingchen drew closer, he exerted all his strength, trying to pull the bag from the girl's arms. However, he did not expect that this seemingly frail girl would be so stubborn and would refuse to let go.

The robber got angry. Seeing that Zhou Jingchen was about to reach him, he hurriedly pulled out a dagger from his waist, its cold light flashing blindingly under the streetlight.

"Let go! If you don't let go, I'll stab you to death!"

"I won't let go! This is my bag!"

Wenxi's voice was tinged with a sob, yet it was filled with stubbornness, and her eyes were as red as cherries soaked in water.

Suddenly, she lowered her head sharply and bit down hard on the back of the man's hand that was holding the bag.

"Damn!" The robber winced in pain, realizing he had run into a tough opponent.

He glanced at Zhou Jingchen, who had rushed up to him, and knew the situation was bad. He shoved Wenxi hard and turned to dart into the darkness.

Wenxi was kicked and staggered backward, falling hard onto the cold cement floor. The banknotes, keys, and other small items in her bag scattered all over the ground.

Ignoring the pain in her tailbone and her frozen fingers, she hurriedly crawled on her knees to pick up the red bills.

Zhou Jingchen ran over, slightly out of breath: "Are you alright?"

Wenxi shook her head, "It's nothing." She hurriedly picked up the money.

He also squatted down and silently helped her pick it up.

The girl was wrapped in a large scarf, revealing only a section of her fair forehead, making it impossible to see her face clearly.

Keys, lipstick, tissues... He stuffed all these odds and ends back into her bag, and heard the girl's soft thank you, her voice trembling slightly with lingering shock.

The last few scattered banknotes were picked up, and the two stood up at the same time.

The moment Zhou Jingchen handed over the money, the girl reached out to take it; her fingertips were slender and white, as cold as ice.

A gust of cold wind swept past, carrying fallen leaves, and suddenly pulled off the loose scarf around her neck.

That familiar, fair and delicate face suddenly appeared in Zhou Jingchen's eyes.

Wenxi had just stuffed the money into her bag when she looked up and her eyes met his.

The moment their eyes met—

The two of them froze in surprise.

The cold wind, the winter night, the noisy bar, the falling leaves... everything seemed frozen in time.