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

Wenxi stood there, stunned.

Zhou Jingchen's dark eyes were fixed on her, his gaze filled with intense, unyielding emotions.

He handed her a bank card, his voice gentle: "The PIN is your birthday. There's five million in there. Is that enough to pay off your debts?"

She didn't accept the offer of congratulations, but looked at him with a mocking expression.

He guessed this would happen, and shoved the card into her hand, only to have her throw it to the ground.

"I told you, I don't need your money! Stay away from me!"

Zhou Jingchen sighed, bent down to pick it up, then took out his phone. His voice was still clear and gentle, but it carried a hint of domineering force that he hadn't shown before: "Then give me your phone number."

Wenxi pursed her lips and didn't respond.

"What's your phone number?" he asked again, his tone less forceful but more oppressive.

His gaze fell upon the mobile phone clutched in her palm. Without waiting for her to speak, he reached out and snatched it away.

Wenxi's round eyes widened suddenly, and she hurriedly raised her arm to grab it, shouting, "What are you doing?"

He raised his long arm high. Wenxi jumped up and down several times, her fingertips barely brushing against his sleeve, not even touching the edge of the phone.

It was an old, secondhand PHS phone, its body gleaming with a cheap plastic sheen. Besides making and receiving calls and sending text messages, it had no other functions. Just looking at this object revealed the poverty of her life.

"Give me back my phone!" Wenxi cried out anxiously, her voice trembling slightly.

The scene was truly comical. She was jumping around in front of him like a little animal with its fur standing on end, while he, taking advantage of his height, leisurely held up his phone and refused to give it to her.

Blood rushed to her head, and Wenxi gritted her teeth, her voice laced with barely suppressed anger: "Zhou Jingchen, do you want to die?"

Passersby frequently strolled past the hospital entrance, casting curious glances. Wenxi's face flushed red, both embarrassed and angry. She lowered her head and reluctantly stopped what she was doing.

Zhou Jingchen opened the contact interface, and the name at the top was: A Xiang Lin.

Ai Xianglin?

The vein on his forehead throbbed almost imperceptibly, and his face instantly darkened. His fingertips tapped the edit key with an almost obsessive stubbornness, changing those two words to: Song Xianglin.

Immediately afterwards, he skillfully entered his number and typed two words in the remarks column: Jingchen.

He dialed his own number using her phone, heard a brief busy tone, and was then disconnected.

He had the address and the phone number. Only after doing all this did he seem to breathe a sigh of relief, and the gloom between his brows completely disappeared.

He lowered his arm, his warm, large hand taking her slightly cool wrist, and carefully placed the phone back into her palm, his voice softening: "Call me anytime if you need anything."

Wenxi stared at her phone screen, her almond-shaped eyes wide with rage. "Go ahead and hit your mother!"

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the shadow of bus number 102 approaching from a distance. She pulled her hand away from his and turned to walk towards the bus stop.

After taking only two steps, an indescribable feeling of bitterness and grievance suddenly welled up in my heart.

She stopped in her tracks, turned around angrily, ran back to him, raised her foot, and stomped hard on his shiny leather shoes.

The force was astonishing.

Caught off guard, Zhou Jingchen winced sharply in pain.

After stomping her foot, she glared at him fiercely, then turned and ran wildly towards the bus stop.

He had barely jumped onto the bus when the door slammed shut behind him. The engine roared, the exhaust pipe sputtering white smoke as the bus sped away from the platform and gradually disappeared from Zhou Jingchen's sight.

The pain in his foot was clearly felt, but he still managed a slight smile.

-

Nine o'clock at night, at the Night Bar.

Tonight is New Year's Eve, and the bar has arranged for several dancers to perform a spectacular dance medley that will continue from 10 p.m., the peak time for customers, until 3 a.m.

Wenxi sat backstage getting her makeup done and changing into the uniform prepared by the staff: an extremely short black tight-fitting bodycon skirt with a slit on the right side, a short-sleeved white shirt that only reached above her navel, and a cat ear headband.

After changing her clothes, she chatted with several other girls who also danced in the lounge. Two of them were also doing part-time work. Wenxi exchanged contact information with them and said that they could introduce each other to suitable jobs in the future.

A staff member brought in several cups of hot drinks, saying that General Manager Zhao had specially bought them for everyone. It was a brand of hot drinks that the girls liked, and everyone thanked him profusely, thinking that the boss was quite nice.

The string lights outside the Night Bar flickered on and off, and a heavy door divided the world in two.

Outside, it was a world of ice and snow, with heavy snow falling and people bundled up in thick coats as they hurried home; inside the bar, it was a scene of utter chaos, with deafening DJ music playing, the dance floor packed with people, and the air thick with the smell of alcohol and cigarettes.

Zhou Jingchen sat in the VIP booth on the second floor with the best view, his knuckles gently rubbing the transparent wine glass in his hand. His eyelids drooped, and the amber liquid swayed, reflecting a hazy light, just like his ethereal and uncertain thoughts.

"What are you thinking about?" Zhao Jingan snapped his fingers in front of him with a flirtatious grin, "Our most beautiful GOGO is about to take the stage."

"Your dream girl?" Zhou Jingchen raised an eyebrow and took a sip from his glass.

He wore a black turtleneck sweater and wool suit trousers. His porcelain-white skin added to his aloof and cool demeanor. His hand holding the wine glass was very beautiful, long, fair, and with well-defined knuckles, like a work of art.

To be honest, he had something on his mind and couldn't sit still. If Zhao Jinqian hadn't made more than ten phone calls in a row, bombarding him with sweet talk and cajoling, he wouldn't have come over tonight.

Zhou Jingchen has never liked noisy and bustling places. When he and Zhao Jinqian were in the United States, one loved to hang out in the library and the other loved to hang out in nightclubs. Their personalities were completely opposite, and it was a miracle that they could get along.

The bass-heavy DJ music blasted in his ears, and Zhao Jinqian, afraid that the other person wouldn't hear him, cupped his hand to his lips and raised the volume:

"No, they're little cakes, delicate and tempting desserts, both sweet and spicy."

"Want to make a bet?" He leaned closer, a sly glint in his eyes.

"What?" Zhou Jingchen knew without even thinking that it was his boring little game again.

The other party looked confident and determined: "I bet I can sleep with her within half a month."

"I wish you success," Zhou Jingchen replied indifferently, his tone devoid of any interest.

"Hey, you're so boring. I already said we'd bet. I bet I'll sleep with her, and you bet I won't."

"I don't have time to gamble with you. I wish you success in sleeping with her." Zhou Jingchen glanced at the silver watch on his wrist. It was almost ten o'clock. Tonight was New Year's Eve, and he didn't want to waste his time here.

"I'm leaving now." He grabbed his coat from the seat, stood up, and was about to leave.

Zhao Jinqian quickly pressed him back into his seat and said urgently, "Tsk, it's about to start. Wait a few more minutes, or you'll regret it."

He said firmly, "Really, this girl is a professional dance student. She dances with incredible energy, has a slim waist and long legs. She's definitely at a level you've never seen before."

Zhou Jingchen's face was expressionless, and his tone was indifferent: "You can appreciate it yourself." He had no interest in other people's waists whatsoever.

"What's the matter? You're acting really strange today, you're clearly not in the right state of mind." Zhao Jinqian looked at him with displeasure.

The DJ's drumbeats crashed through the space, making my heart tremble. I could hear the noisy drinking and rock-paper-scissors games at the next table, and in the corner, a strange couple was passionately kissing, oblivious to everyone else. Everything seemed chaotic and unrestrained.

Zhou Jingchen's expression was cold and stern. His clear black and white eyes looked at Zhao Jingqian, and he said, word by word, "I've found her."

"Damn it..." Zhao Jingan slammed his cup down on the table, his mouth agape in shock. "Your, your childhood sweetheart?"

"Mm." He nodded, a slight smile curving his lips, his eyes lowered, his eyelashes thick and long.

Zhao Jinqian knew that Zhou Jingchen had been looking for a girl. Although he rarely mentioned it, Zhao Jinqian could tell that the reason he didn't date or flirt with anyone and had lived such a simple life all these years was because he always had that girl in his heart.

A pure-hearted virgin.

Zhao Jinqian, who had always been a womanizer, naturally couldn't understand this obsession, but he was still genuinely happy for his brother.

He leaned closer and raised his voice again: "Let me tell you something, buddy: a woman is like a fortress. You have to attack her with fierce firepower and cannons. You can't drag it out, lest something goes wrong and someone else snatches her up first."

Zhou Jingchen picked up his coat, gently lifted his eyelashes, and teased with a hint of helplessness in his tone, "You think everyone's like you, with this kind of thing on their mind?"

"I'm just telling you the truth. You'll understand after you suffer a few losses."

Zhao Jinqian took out a cigarette and didn't try to stop him any longer: "Go on, go on, I look forward to your good news."

He squinted at Zhou Jingchen's pants and added with a sly grin, "If you don't use that thing of yours soon, it'll really rust."

Zhou Jingchen frowned slightly, then lightly kicked his shin, his tone slightly disdainful: "Let's go."