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

The courtyard was filled with laughter and cheerful conversation.

As everyone was chatting, they saw He Li walking towards them in the distance, pulling a suitcase, followed by a tall and upright figure.

The man was tall and slender, his khaki trench coat billowing in the wind, making his broad shoulders and narrow waist appear even more striking. He walked with a composed gait, exuding an elegant aura that kept strangers at bay.

"They're here! They're here!" Jiang Qi's voice couldn't contain her excitement. She nudged Wen Xi with her elbow and pointed in that direction with her fingertips.

Wenxi subconsciously looked up, and when her eyes met that figure, her blood seemed to freeze.

In the instant my brain shut down, the surrounding noise became a blurry background sound.

The man was very tall, wearing a simple white T-shirt and black pants, with a well-tailored khaki trench coat over it. He had an elegant and charming demeanor, with one hand in his pocket and the hem of his coat slightly lifted, revealing a clean-cut waistline.

His face has distinct features and a strong three-dimensional feel, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, exuding a heroic spirit.

His deep eyes were like cold stars, his refined features tinged with a touch of aloof indifference. Beneath his high, straight nose, his thin lips were pressed tightly together, yet they could not conceal his striking handsomeness.

Wenxi's red lips parted slightly in surprise, her knuckles slightly bent as she gripped the cup in her hand tightly.

What is he doing here?

Is he the boss of Xingyao?

This is so melodramatic! God must be playing a joke on me.

Zhou Jingchen approached.

His gaze fell directly on her without any hesitation, meeting her beautiful, astonished eyes.

He subtly raised an eyebrow, his thin lips curving upwards in a slightly amused smile.

"President Zhou." The surrounding employees stood up to greet him, and he nodded slightly in response.

He Li placed the black suitcase in the corner, and Li Wei quickly pulled out the chair next to the head of the table: "Boss, have you eaten yet?"

"Hmm," he responded, sitting down casually. An employee nearby quickly poured him a glass of water.

Wenxi felt her head throbbing, and the thin layer of sweat on her palms dampened her hands. She quickly looked away, staring at the wood grain on the corner of the table, wishing she could become invisible.

"My God," Jiang Qi's voice was extremely low as he subtly poked her waist with his fingertip, "His looks are just too stunning! He's even more handsome than a male model!"

Wenxi lowered her head uncomfortably, placing her right hand on her forehead to barely block the overly scorching gaze.

The last rays of the setting sun on the horizon were a deep orange. He Li pressed the switch on the wall, and the incandescent light suddenly shone brightly, illuminating the courtyard.

Most of the project team members were grassroots colleagues drawn from various departments. Many of them had almost never had direct contact with Zhou Jingchen at work, and at this moment they were all quietly observing the man in the main seat.

Li Wei suggested, "Let's all introduce ourselves one by one, so that President Zhou can get to know us."

Zhou Jingchen sat at the head of the long table, his fingertips gently stroking the rim of his glass, his expression gentle.

The young people on the right stood up one by one.

"My name is Qingqing, and I'm in charge of copywriting."

"Qiyao from the Marketing Department is responsible for coordinating with Sister Wei."

"Xiao Zhe is in charge of photography and material collection."

......

When it was the turn of the three part-time assistants, Li Wei added, "These three are part-time assistants hired for this trip, responsible for assisting with the work."

"Hmm." Zhou Jingchen's voice was casual, his gaze falling on Wenxi again.

She kept her head down the whole time, and the curl of her low ponytail was very pretty, revealing a long, slender neck that was fair and delicate.

Jiang Qi was the first to stand up, a cheerful smile on her face: "President Zhou, my name is Jiang Qi, I'm 26 years old, and I'm from Qiangzhou..."

When she stood up, her figure blocked Wenxi's view. Zhou Jingchen raised his hand, gesturing for her to sit down.

Jiang Qi thought to herself that this president was really easygoing and a good person.

As Zhou Jingchen listened to her self-introduction, he glanced at the girl beside her.

That gaze, almost tangible, fell upon Wenxi's soft hair, delicate face, and porcelain-white fingers...

Wenxi could clearly feel that gaze, and her back tensed up.

After Jiang Qi finished her self-introduction, Wen Xi was still lost in thought. She quietly tugged at Wen Xi's sleeve and whispered, "It's your turn."

Wenxi looked up in surprise, her gaze meeting the dark, deep eyes of the man not far away.

For some reason, she felt an invisible invasion and danger, like prey falling into the hunter's sight.

My heartbeat suddenly became erratic, missing a beat.

Zhou Jingchen's eyes were deep, like a deep sea that could completely devour a person.

He looked at her fair face, her clear yet astonished eyes. Her pink sweatshirt accentuated her snow-white skin, making her stand out in the crowd. Her slender fingertips were slightly curled, carrying a hint of barely perceptible panic.

Zhou Jingchen slightly curved his lips into a smile, his obsidian-like eyes becoming even more profound, a secret pleasure rising in his heart.

Wenxi lowered her eyes, pretending to be a stranger, and said in a cold, flat voice, "President Zhou, my name is Wenxi."

There was no extra introduction, no deliberate flattery like others, only distant politeness.

Zhou Jingchen touched his back teeth with the tip of his tongue and chuckled inwardly.

His thin lips parted slightly, and his magnetic voice rang out in the quiet courtyard, tinged with casualness: "Do we know each other?"

These words caused an uproar in the room.

All eyes instantly focused on Wenxi, curiosity, inquiry, gossip—a mix of gazes intertwined, like an invisible net tightly enveloping her.

Her cheeks flushed instantly, and her fingers clenched even tighter.

Wenxi forced a smile and said through gritted teeth, "No, how would I know President Zhou? Maybe I just have a rather ordinary face."

Zhou Jingchen let out a drawn-out "Ah," looking at her with great interest:

"I remember now, I have an older sister, and you look quite a bit like her."

Wenxi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, as the surrounding gazes finally dispersed somewhat.

Before she could even catch her breath, the voice boomed again like thunder: "Who smells? Who rejoices?"

All eyes turned to her again, darting back and forth between her and Zhou Jingchen.

Some familiar colleagues have already started exchanging glances, their eyes full of inquisitive curiosity.

Wenxi pursed her lips, her hands clenched into fists under the table, her cold eyes staring straight at him. Was this ever going to end?

Zhou Jingchen met her gaze, raising an eyebrow as if in confusion. What's wrong?

"The 'wen' in 'hearing' and the 'happy' in 'joy'," she replied through gritted teeth.

"Oh," he replied, not pressing the matter further. He knew that any further teasing would only provoke him.

But his gaze remained fixed on her.

After everyone finished introducing themselves, Li Wei reported the schedule for tomorrow to Zhou Jingchen:

"Boss, here's the schedule for tomorrow. The village chief will first take us on a tour of the entire village and introduce us to the situation. Then we'll split into two groups. One group will be responsible for filming, shooting panoramic views of the village, the daily work of the villagers, and dynamic materials such as the production process of traditional crafts; the other group will be responsible for digging up historical and cultural materials and folk tales, collecting text and image materials."

Zhou Jingchen casually replied, "Okay, let's go with your plan."

"Boss, is there anything you need here?"

Zhou Jingchen pondered for a moment, "I need an assistant."

Li Wei looked at He Li beside her and asked in confusion, "Isn't He Li...?"

"He has other work to do."

Zhou Jingchen spoke gently, his spiderweb-like gaze slowly tracing Wenxi's face.

Li Wei's ability to rise to the position of director shows she's no naive or innocent; she's observant and exceptionally intelligent.

She followed Zhou Jingchen's gaze and looked at Wenxi, a moment of surprise creeping into her heart.

Li Wei's eyes darted around, and she casually suggested, "Then let Wenxi be your assistant."

"Okay," Zhou Jingchen blurted out.

Wenxi paused, opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing. She was there to work, so naturally she had to follow orders.

It ran around and ran, only to end up in someone's palm. How ridiculous!

If she had known it was Zhou Jingchen's company, she would never have taken this part-time job.

Can she just quit so easily and give up now?

That's 300 a day! Only a fool wouldn't do that.

Who would argue over money?

After the meeting adjourned, everyone gradually left. Suddenly, He Li called out to Wen Xi:

"Wenxi, could you please take President Zhou to his residence? It's in that stilted building diagonally across from yours."

Jiang Qi immediately gave her a push, lowered her voice, and her eyes gleamed with gossip:

"Seize the opportunity and perform well! If all else fails, try seduction!"

Wenxi rubbed his temples silently and took the black suitcase from He Li.

She turned to look at Zhou Jingchen, her voice almost squeezed out through clenched teeth: "Please, Mr. Zhou."

Zhou Jingchen casually followed behind her, one hand in his pocket.

As night deepened, a crescent moon hung in the dark blue sky, casting its clear light and illuminating the road on the ground.

The sound of their footsteps was exceptionally clear in the night, one after the other, like a silent tug-of-war.

Wenxi was distracted, and suddenly, his foot slipped, and his body stumbled towards the edge of the stone path.

A warm, large hand suddenly wrapped around her waist.

The crisp scent of pine wood strongly enveloped his presence, filling his nostrils.

The temperature of his palm was astonishingly high, as if it could burn her skin through the thin sweatshirt.

Wenxi's heart skipped a beat, and the hairs on her body stood on end.

She glanced hastily at the crowd in front of her, instinctively pushed his hand away, frowned, and took a step back, her voice tinged with a hurried coldness:

"Stay away from me."