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

He walked through rows of booths and down the stairs, putting on his coat as he went.

Suddenly—all the lights in the venue went out.

Then, a spotlight slashed through the darkness and precisely pierced the gleaming steel pipe in the center of the stage.

The swaying crowd fell silent for a moment, hands holding beer bottles hovered in mid-air, the shouts of the drinking games abruptly stopped, and everyone's attention was drawn to them.

An exceptionally beautiful woman stepped out of the dim light and onto the stage, into the spotlight.

She had a slender waist and long legs, and dressed boldly and revealingly. A soft cat-ear headband adorned her long, curly hair, and her pure white short-sleeved shirt barely covered her waist and abdomen. The top two buttons of her collar were undone, rising and falling slightly with her breath, revealing her delicate collarbone and a small patch of fair skin.

The black, high-slit bodycon skirt was incredibly short, with the slit reaching the top of her thighs. With every step she took, one could catch a glimpse of her smooth leg curves. The skirt clung tightly to her hips, creating a striking waist-to-hip ratio.

Zhou Jingchen subconsciously looked up, and the moment he saw that face, his blood seemed to freeze.

He stood frozen in place, his mind blank.

The heavy drumbeats of the intro crashed down, and her fair fingertips lightly glided across the steel pipe as her body swayed to the music.

Immediately, she tiptoed, wrapped her legs around the steel pipe, and spun gracefully in mid-air.

Her long hair drew a graceful arc in the air, her cat ears swayed slightly under the light, and the hem of her shirt was lifted by her movements, revealing a slender yet powerful waist.

The commotion from the audience instantly reached its climax.

Her eyes were as calm as water, yet incredibly alluring, sweeping over the audience with an air of complete control.

Every movement is precisely in rhythm. Holding the pole, she wraps around, climbs, bends over, and spins. Strength and grace blend perfectly in her body. Her professional dance moves showcase the sexiness and tension of pole dancing to the fullest.

Young men and women clapped and cheered, whistles rose and fell, and chatter mingled with the music.

"That figure is amazing!"

"That was such a professional jump! It was even more captivating than the previous ones!"

"This Nightfall Bar is definitely more upscale than other venues."

Zhou Jingchen noticed that some men couldn't help but move closer, their eyes lingering on Wenxi like sticky spider webs.

Those sounds were vulgar and obscene.

"Damn, that waist is so flexible, that's amazing!"

"Her legs are so white, and her breasts are big enough too."

"With that kind of perky butt, it must mean..."

"What are you thinking? This kind of woman has probably been with countless men."

The man who said this was a middle-aged man with a fierce face. As soon as he finished speaking, he was kicked hard in the back.

He staggered, nearly falling to the ground, then turned around, his eyes wide with fury: "Damn it! Who the hell kicked me?"

Zhou Jingchen ignored him and strode to a place closer to the stage, his gaze fixed on the figure on the stage, his shock almost overflowing.

His usually gentle features were now furrowed in anger.

His jawline was taut, and the low pressure around him almost froze the surrounding air.

She even blew kisses to the audience and smiled at others with her eyes crinkled.

She has never smiled at him once since they met.

He stared intently at that dazzling and blinding figure, watching her in such revealing clothes, entwined with the steel pole in full view of everyone, and seeing the undisguised greed in the eyes of the men below the stage. His heart felt like it was being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, and anger and jealousy intertwined, almost overwhelming his reason.

As a man, he understood all too well the meaning behind those gazes.

His fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. He wished he could rush up to her immediately, drag her off that stage, hide her away, and prevent anyone from spying on her or coveting her.

But he can't.

She is working, earning money with her own hands.

She refused his help and resolutely severed ties with him. He understood her inferiority complex and stubbornness better than anyone.

No one understands the feeling of inferiority better than Zhou Jingchen.

Everyone was immersed in excitement and joy. Amidst the flashing lights, Zhou Jingchen saw the red marks on her back from the steel pipe, the sweat deep on her forehead, and her reddened palms.

A surge of emotion welled up inside me, heavier than anger and more painful than jealousy.

It was a deep, throbbing heartache that flowed from the softest part of my heart.

As the music faded, Wenxi completed her final move. Her body pressed against the steel pipe as she slowly slid down, her fingertips gliding across the pipe before landing steadily. Her cat ears swayed gently with the movement, and the cheers from the audience nearly lifted the roof off.

It's common for people to throw cash onto the stage if someone dances well; the more money, the better. Wenxi hung her head and picked up the scattered money one by one.

Zhou Jingchen's eyes suddenly welled up with tears.

Heartache surged like a rising tide, instantly engulfing the man standing in the crowd.

His little princess was once so proud. She had an incredibly strong sense of self-esteem and would never easily bow her head.

When she was in school, boys would fawn over her, but she always held her slender, white swan neck high, proud and haughty.

What kind of hardship did she encounter that made her abandon all her pride and come to a place like this to dance and earn money?

The deep-seated tenderness felt like countless fine needles piercing Zhou Jingchen's heart, a pain a thousand times greater than if he himself had been injured.

After picking up the money, Wenxi quietly retreated along the side of the stage.

The host, microphone in hand, loudly announced the next program—a local singer performing.

Zhou Jingchen did not show up.

He cannot see her now.

He knew all too well that the moment he appeared, she would flee in terror, or even hide away in anger, refusing to see him again.

He hid in the noisy crowd, his gaze like glue, fixed on her figure.

Wenxi took the towel from her colleague, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and then walked around the booths in the central area one by one. She smiled professionally and moved with ease through the noise.

Taking advantage of the momentum after the dance performance, now is the best time to promote drinks.

Someone waved for her to sit down, and she smiled and sat down next to an empty seat. Her eyes quickly scanned the person's clothes and accessories, and she quickly calculated in her mind whether the person could afford a 6800-dollar bottle of whisky or an 18000-dollar bottle of Hennessy Richard, and then made a precise sales pitch.

"Besides these, we also have Royal Salute, which costs 5800 yuan a bottle. The bottle is particularly exquisite, and it looks impressive whether you drink it yourself or display it. If you think a single bottle is too expensive, you can also order a small tasting set, but you won't be able to enjoy the member benefits with the tasting set." She was poised and dignified, neither overstepping boundaries nor being aloof.

"Member benefits?" a new customer wearing wire-rimmed glasses asked. "How do I become a member? What are the advantages?"

Wenxi immediately put on a more friendly smile and her tone became more sincere as she explained the levels of the gold card, silver card, and black gold card and their corresponding benefits.

The man in the main seat stubbed out his cigarette and, with a wave of his hand, bought a gold card.

Wenxi smiled appropriately: "I'll have the waiter bring over the drinks and snacks. The membership card will be given to you after your meal. You can contact me anytime if you need anything."

She continued moving between the booths, where some people praised her dancing and invited her to sit down and chat for a bit.

She wasn't shy at all, and sat down confidently, chatting casually with people.

During the meal, a man took out a cigarette and offered it to her, asking if she wanted one.

She smiled and pushed it back, and the man's face immediately darkened.

Wenxi remained calm, beckoned over a female colleague who was carrying a tray, took a pack of women's cigarettes from the other woman's pocket, gave her a look, and the female colleague understood and silently retreated.

She held the cigarette pack, her eyes crinkling as she waved it at the man: "Excuse me, sir, I'm used to smoking women's cigarettes."

"Excuse me, could you lend me a light?"

She leaned forward slightly, bringing the long cigarette butt close to the other person, and raised an eyebrow slightly.

The man immediately took out a lighter and solicitously lit it for her. She took a drag, gently exhaled a smoke ring, and her smile made her already beautiful features radiate even more beauty.

Her gaze swept over the wine on the table, and she praised it with a smile: "Rémy Martin XO, smooth on the palate, perfect for savoring slowly. Men who can order this wine have exceptional taste."

The man was flattered and smiled broadly. He praised her dancing skills a few more times, then took out a few red bills from his wallet and stuffed them directly into her open collar.

The two buttons on the shirt collar were undone, and the faint curve of the skin was incredibly alluring, making her skin appear almost blindingly white.

She took the opportunity to persuade him to sign up for a black card. Just as she was about to get up and leave, the man suddenly grabbed her wrist. Caught off guard, she fell back onto the stool.

The man's arm wrapped around her waist, his breath, heavy with the smell of alcohol, brushing against her ear:

"Hey sis, how about we go out tonight?"

Zhou Jingchen, who was in the distance, saw this scene clearly.

In an instant, the warmth in his eyes vanished, leaving only icy coldness.

His clenched fists cracked as he could no longer hold back, and he strode off toward that direction.

"No, my boyfriend is coming to pick me up later."

Wenxi still had a polite smile on her face, but she tried to break free of the other person's grip with her wrist. Her mind was racing, trying to figure out how to get out of this black card customer without offending him.

The man was clearly unwilling to let her go easily; having gotten the card, he wanted to take advantage of her anyway, and his rough hands were about to grab her breasts—

Suddenly, a figure rushed over.

Zhou Jingchen stretched out his arm and pulled Wenxi into his arms tightly. With his other hand, he clenched his fist and slammed it hard into the man's face.

The man's head was immediately knocked to the side by the blow, and his companion screamed.

After a muffled thud, the man groaned in pain, his head snapping to one side. His companion beside him screamed in fright.

"Zhou Jingchen! Are you crazy?" Wenxi stared at him in disbelief, her red lips parted in astonishment.

"Mr. Zhang, are you alright?" She instinctively tried to check his injuries, but Zhou Jingchen gripped her wrist tightly.

His eyes were frighteningly sharp, filled with barely suppressed rage, and his voice was as cold as ice.

"Are you willing to make money off anyone? Can't you tell he's trying to take advantage of you?"

Wenxi glared at him fiercely: "What's it to you!"

When people lose control of their emotions, they can't control themselves. No matter how gentle and calm Zhou Jingchen is, he was already on the verge of collapse after being stimulated by what happened tonight.

The flames in his heart burned fiercely, almost burning him to ashes.

The commotion was so loud that it quickly attracted the attention of the bar's security, as well as Zhao Jinqian, who rushed over upon hearing the commotion.

He had noticed Zhou Jingchen hadn't left; he was staring intently at his little cake, his eyes practically glued to it.

The man in the booth was covering his face, howling in pain, and shouting that this wasn't over yet!

Zhou Jingchen glanced at Zhao Jingqian, his tone chillingly heavy: "Please handle this."

As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed Wenxi's wrist and started walking outside.

Zhao Jinqian looked at the customer who was covering his face, then at the two people's tightly clasped hands, and was completely dumbfounded:

"Huh? You...I...Holy crap."

"Let go of me! Zhou Jingchen! Let go!" Wenxi desperately tried to pull her hand back.

The next second, the man took off his coat and wrapped it tightly around her. He put his hand behind her buttocks, lifted her up, and carried her on his shoulder, striding out of the bar.

Wen Xi was furious, her cheeks flushed red with rage. She thrashed about on him, cursing loudly:

"Are you out of your mind, Zhou Jingchen? You piece of shit! You bastard! Put me down!"

She was like a slippery eel, kicking and hitting him. Zhou Jingchen's handsome face grew increasingly tense, and finally, unable to bear it any longer, he raised his hand and slapped her shapely buttocks hard.

"Don't move!" A low shout rang out, and the touch from his palm was soft and bouncy.

A tingling, slightly painful sensation, like an electric current, coursed through Wenxi's limbs and bones.

She was stunned for a moment, then her ears instantly burned, filled with shame and indignation:

"How dare you hit me! I will never forgive you! Zhou Jingchen, you're finished! You cripple! You've got guts now, haven't you? How dare you bully me like this..."

She kept grumbling and cursing all the way until Zhou Jingchen shoved her into the passenger seat, and he got in himself. He stepped on the gas, and the car sped away like an arrow.

"Where are you taking me?" Wenxi's eyes blazed with anger, her tone sharp. "I still have work to do!"

She roared fiercely, but the cat ear headband on her head was still swaying gently, revealing a charmingly naive and playful side.

He ignored her, his face cold, and drove at an alarming speed.

Although Wenxi was furious, she knew she couldn't fight with the driver; otherwise, a fatal accident could happen, which was no laughing matter.

She huddled inside his oversized coat, pouting angrily, glaring at him resentfully, but her curses never stopped.

"You just hit my big client! He's definitely not going to let this go! He'll definitely want to cancel the card! Waaah... Zhou Jingchen, I hate you so much! You rotten dog! You bastard! You son of a bitch!"

"I told you to get lost! Why didn't you get lost? What does my business have to do with you? I get annoyed just looking at you! Why do you have to keep coming up to me like that?"

"Are you a masochist? You just enjoy being insulted..."

He let her vent, pursing his lips and listening without saying a word.

As the car drove through the city's streets and alleys, fine snowflakes began to fall from the sky.

He turned into an upscale residential area and slowly stopped in front of a building.

Wenxi's eyes blazed with fury as she snarled, "You bastard! You ruined my job! I finally found this high-paying job, and you've destroyed it all!"

He pulled out the car keys, his dark, unfathomable eyes fixed on her.

She wore heavy makeup, her large eyes glaring at him fiercely. Her lips were red and her teeth were white. Her hair exuded a fragrant scent, and her pretty face was bright and lively. Whether her eyes were gentle or fierce, they were captivating.

The scene he had just witnessed flashed through Zhou Jingchen's mind, and the stinging pain in his heart returned to his body.

He swallowed hard, his brow furrowed, his voice hoarse:

"With so many jobs to choose from, why come to a place like this? Do you really want to be taken advantage of by these men?"

Wenxi's fingers suddenly curled up, her nails digging deeply into her palms. Her voice was sharp, carrying a desperate, broken quality:

"What's wrong with this kind of job? Do you look down on me? Do you think I'm lowly? Don't you think the way I look now, stuck in the mud, is particularly pathetic and disgusting?"

She has a very low tolerance threshold for him now; if he says one thing, she wants to retort with ten.

"That's money I earned through my own hard work. What gives you the right to look down on me and criticize me? Who do you think you are?"

"Yes! That's exactly who I am! I'll do anything for money now! Forget about being groped, I'd even sleep with someone for money!"

Every word and phrase was like a poisoned knife, stabbing deeply into Zhou Jingchen's heart.

His eyes suddenly reddened, and the anger and heartache in his chest were intertwined, almost bursting out.

She refused the card and came to work in this chaotic place, smiling obsequiously at people and getting groped.

Now people are saying they'd sleep with anyone for money...

She was really pushing his sensitive and fragile nerves to the limit; he was going crazy.

Zhou Jingchen stared intently at her, his voice hoarse as he growled, "Then come with me! I'll give you the money!"

Wenxi felt like he had heard the biggest joke in the world, wondering if he had been kicked in the head by a donkey.

She gave a cold laugh, a mocking smirk playing on one corner of her lips, emphasizing each word with a heavy touch of sarcasm:

"Zhou Jingchen, you wish!"