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

"You bullied me, you bastard! I'm going to beat you to death!"

She pushed him desperately, whimpering and pounding his shoulders, writhing like a slippery little snake.

This series of resistance not only failed to work, but instead, the soft moans and cries of the kitten scratched at his heart like a kitten's, and a fire burned all the way up Zhou Jingchen's heart.

"Don't cry, baby, the little pearls have all fallen out..." He was in a state of panic and didn't bother to pretend to be pitiful. He turned his head to kiss away her tears.

Wenxi stared at him with her beautiful, sparkling eyes, both direct and fierce, revealing an unconsciously charming and alluring quality.

It made his throat tighten and his voice become extremely dry and hoarse.

He gently rubbed her earlobe with his fingertips and coaxed her softly:

"This isn't bullying, it's love."

"I love you, Wenxi."

His lips brushed against her ear, sending a wave of heat through her.

Wenxi hunched her shoulders, trying to hide.

She bit his neck sharply, her canine teeth digging deep into his flesh: "Zhou Jingchen, get away from me!"

Her words were straightforward and endearingly innocent: "I feel unwell..."

Zhou Jingchen swallowed hard, then raised the corners of his lips, "Where does the baby feel uncomfortable?"

His large hand gently traced her collarbone. "Is it here?"

"Still here?" His fingertips brushed against her skin, making it both itchy and numb.

"No..." She couldn't push him away, so she could only open her mouth and bite him again, her sharp teeth biting his tense shoulder.

"Hmm..." Zhou Jingchen closed his eyes and groaned softly, his eyes becoming both alluring and dangerous.

He seemed to have drunk the strongest liquor; his voice was hoarse and burning.

"I'm sorry, can you make the baby feel comfortable right away?"

Wenxi's face flushed, turning as red as the sunset.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly as she stared at him blankly and absentmindedly, not understanding what he meant by those words.

Zhou Jingchen gently held her small hand in his large palm and pressed it onto the pillow. Their fingers were intertwined, and their heartbeats were equally rapid.

He leaned down and gently kissed her eyelids, tenderly and slowly moving them downwards.

He kissed the tip of her nose, then pecked at her lips, and then buried his face in her collarbone, gently nibbling at her fair skin with his teeth.

"Baby...my...belongs only to me."

His voice was like his kiss, tender and extremely cloying.

Her skin was fair and delicate, and where he had kissed her, there were trails of wet marks.

Her heart was in turmoil, and her slender white fingers unconsciously ran through his short hair. A strange thrill made her feel both intoxicated and afraid.

The kiss slid along her waistline to her flat, white belly—

"The little princess is so sweet, like a soft little cake..."

His deep voice and fervent breath rose from below, like a wildfire spreading, reddening Wenxi's cheeks.

Her consciousness was no longer under her control.

Zhou Jingchen slowly licked every inch of her skin, his sharp teeth biting and sending shivers down her spine.

Wenxi's beautiful almond-shaped eyes were wet and she stared blankly at the ceiling.

Her heart was racing, and she bit her red lips tightly.

He seemed unwilling to let her endure it, and pinched the soft flesh of her waist as if punishing her, the delicate and smooth texture feeling like a patch.

Wenxi could only see the top of his dark hair; her voice, tinged with sobs, softly and sweetly scolded him:

"Ugh... Zhou Jingchen, you're so mean."

I do not know how long it has been,

A magpie's sharp cry rang out from the stilted house. The short sound was like a cluster of fireworks, exploding and then disappearing in an instant. The noise startled the birds that were resting on the branches of the trees outside the window.

-

Jiang Qi seemed to be in high spirits every day. When she knocked on Wenxi's door, it was only seven in the morning.

After knocking for a long time, no one answered.

Just as I was wondering if she had gotten up, I turned around to go downstairs to look for her when the door behind me creaked open.

Wenxi rubbed her sleepy eyes, poked her head out, and said in a hoarse voice, "You're up so early?"

Jiang Qi chuckled, "I heard breakfast is going to be very lavish today. Let's go check it out."

"Go downstairs and wash up first, I'll go downstairs after I change my clothes."

"Okay, hurry up!" With that, Jiang Qi ran downstairs like lightning.

Wenxi closed the door, sat back on the bed, patted her cheeks, and felt a little like hanging herself.

Yes, she didn't want to live anymore.

Just die on the spot.

Zhou Jingchen, that bastard!

I could tell he was a bad guy even when he was little; he always pretended to be innocent in front of adults. And he's grown up to be a hypocrite—seemingly upright but actually cunning and treacherous bastard!

......

A thin mist shrouded the village in the early morning. When the two arrived at the courtyard where they were to eat, no one else had arrived yet.

The cook served the two of them two bowls of hot oil tea and placed the prepared glutinous rice cakes on the wooden dining table.

The two were leisurely sipping their oil tea when suddenly, Jiang Qi, with her sharp eyes, noticed something and exclaimed, pointing to a small red mark on Wenxi's neck, "Did you get bitten by an insect?"

Wen Xiteng's face flushed red, and he pulled his collar up. "Yes."

"There are so many bugs in these mountains! I even saw a tiny crawling bug by the window last night, it was terrifying!" Jiang Qi asked with concern, "Is it itchy?"

Wenxi scratched his head. "A little."

Jiang Qi took a sip of soup from the bowl and reminded him, "You need to apply medicine. It's not some poisonous insect that could cause an allergic reaction."

Wenxi gave an awkward laugh: "It's nothing."

Before long, more and more people arrived, accompanied by a series of footsteps.

Zhou Jingchen seemed to have an innate aura; his steps were steady and powerful, with even strides, unlike anyone else's.

When he arrived, Wenxi didn't look up, but she could sense his presence beforehand.

The employees greeted him, "Good morning, Mr. Zhou."

He was dressed in a white shirt and black trousers, with a few buttons undone, giving off a slightly tired and casual vibe. His eyes and brows remained gentle and clear, and with a slight curve to his lips, he replied in a soft voice, "Good morning."

His gaze swept over Wenxi, who was sitting at the other end, and his eyebrows twitched slightly, his expression ambiguous.

Jiang Qi, chewing on a glutinous rice cake, asked Xiao Zhe, who was sitting opposite her, "I heard you say yesterday that you brought some ointment with you?"

"Could I borrow this room for a moment? Wenxi was bitten by an insect last night."

Xiao Zhe looked up at Jiang Qi, then at Wen Xi, his gaze lingering on the two or three faint red marks on her neck:

"Are you alright? Was the bite serious?"

Wenxi shook her head: "It's nothing, no need to apply medicine."

"Did you see what kind of insect it was?"

Suddenly, some images flashed through Wenxi's mind, and her ears burned, turning as red as if they were about to bleed.

He glanced at the man sitting at the other end and said resentfully, "You bug! I stomped you to death."

Zhou Jingchen's forehead throbbed, and he lifted his eyes, his deep gaze falling on her.

"I'll get you some ointment in a bit. Applying it will help; it disinfects and relieves the itching."

Wenxi smiled at him, revealing her sharp, white canine teeth: "Thank you, you're so kind."

Like a flower in the morning light, bright and beautiful.

Xiao Zhe stared blankly for a moment, then scratched his head and said, "You're welcome."

Zhou Jingchen looked away, his hand gripping the cup so tightly it turned white.

While a few people were chatting, another group was also talking.

Several employees sitting close to Zhou Jingchen noticed that he looked a little tired and asked, "Mr. Zhou, did you not sleep well last night?"

"Hmm," he replied heavily.

"Were you bitten by bugs too?"

"No," he said slowly, scooping a spoonful of soup into the mouth, "the faucet is broken, the room is flooded."

"Cough cough..." The words were like a thunderclap, leaving Wenxi's mind blank. She was caught off guard and choked on the food in her mouth.

"Boss, why didn't you ask us for help? You could have called your assistant to change your room or check on your condition."

Knowing that He Li had gone to the county town on business, she turned her attention to Wenxi.

The girl in the corner was turning red inch by inch at a visible speed.

"It's the middle of the night, and I don't want to bother everyone," Zhou Jingchen said. "I've already fixed the faucet, but the blanket is wet."

"Wenxi," Li Wei called to her, "would you like to go to President Zhou's room later and help change the sheets?"

"Okay," Wenxi replied softly, her heart pounding like a rabbit's.

Li Wei added to Zhou Jingchen, "I'll talk to the village chief and have them do some maintenance today."

"No need," Zhou Jingchen slowly took a sip of water. "I know where the problem is. It's just that the faucet valve is out of control, and the pressure inside is too high, causing the water to splash out. Once the pressure is released, it will be fine."

"President Zhou is really amazing. Not only can he write code, but he can also fix faucets himself," the employees exclaimed in admiration.

After the meal, the others went off to do their own interviews and filming.

Xiao Zhe went back to his residence with Wen Xi and Jiang Qi first. He found the ointment and handed it to her: "It won't itch so much if you put it on."

Thanks!

"You're welcome." He smiled shyly and said, "By the way, our group is filming this village and we really need models. Could you take some promotional photos for us sometime? I've already asked Sister Li Wei, and she'll pay you extra later."

"Of course." Wen Xi smiled; how could she refuse to make money?

Zhou Jingchen stood on the second floor of the stilted building, looking down at them. His gaze fell on the knuckles of the two men's fingers as they passed the ointment, and his dark eyes darkened, becoming unfathomable.

A moment later, Wenxi brought over a new set of bedding, kicked Zhou Jingchen's door, and coughed.

"Mr. Zhou, I'm here to change your blankets."

"Come in," the man's deep voice said.

Wenxi pushed open the door and saw him sitting at the table looking at the document she had brought over last night.

She tossed the things she was carrying onto the large bed, stood behind him, and maintained a distant attitude: "Is there anything else?"

Hearing this, Zhou Jingchen turned around, his gaze sweeping over the bed before settling back on her, raising an eyebrow slightly: "Aren't you going to make the bed for me?"

Wenxi twitched the corners of her mouth, a formulaic smile on her face: "I don't know how to make a bed, especially not for you. There's no way I'll ever do that in this lifetime."

He suddenly stood up, his tall figure approaching her with a strong sense of oppression, his shadow instantly enveloping her.

He lowered his gaze, staring intently into her eyes, his tone turning serious: "If you don't pave the way, who will? The culprit."

Wenxi's ears burned, and a surge of anger welled up inside her. She raised her hand, intending to slap him across the face.

But just as she raised her wrist halfway up, he grabbed it tightly.

Zhou Jingchen ground his teeth heavily: "Trying to hit me again? I haven't settled the score with you for what happened yesterday..."

He had only kissed her a few times, and she reacted by raising her leg and kicking him hard, striking him squarely...

He was in so much pain that he groaned, but she was like a frightened and fierce little beast. She turned around, jumped off the bed, and ran away without even closing the door.

Wenxi knew what he was talking about, and although she felt slightly guilty, her tone remained unyielding as she retorted indignantly:

"You deserve it! You're lucky you weren't kicked to death."

"Why are you reacting so strongly to two kisses?"

"Was that just a casual kiss?" Wenxi blushed as she thought about it.

He suddenly pulled hard, pressing her hand directly onto his abs.

The warm touch startled Wenxi, causing her almond-shaped eyes to widen instantly and her breath to catch in her throat.

He leaned forward slightly, so close that you could smell the cedar scent on him, and a sense of oppression was palpable.

Zhou Jingchen's tone held a hint of exasperation: "Do you know there are some places you can't just kick?"

"Who told you to treat me like that?!" She pulled her hand back, her eyes filled with anger.

"How have I treated you?"

"You..." Wen Xi was so angry that she couldn't speak, her cheeks burning slightly.

"Tell me, how have I treated you?"

She abruptly turned her face away, angrily demanding, "What exactly do you want?"

What exactly do they want to do?

He wants to hug and kiss her, he wants her to love him, and he wants her to treat him well.

He wanted her to be honest with him and accept his help.

He wants to date her, marry her, and announce to the world that she is his and no one else is allowed to covet her.

The two were facing off when there was a sudden knock on the door.

Zhou Jingchen opened the door with a gloomy face. Xiao Zhe was slightly taken aback when he saw him, then smiled and asked, "Mr. Zhou, is Wenxi here?"

The air was still for two seconds.

Zhou Jingchen's face darkened further, like the sea before a storm, with dark, churning waves.

When Wenxi heard that it was someone calling her, she rushed to the door, grabbed Zhou Jingchen by the back of his shirt, and told him to get out of the way.

Smiling, she asked Xiao Zhe, "What's wrong?"

Xiao Zhe scratched his head sheepishly: "Oh right, I forgot to remind you earlier that you need to massage the insect bite ointment into your skin until it's absorbed, otherwise it won't work."

Her voice was sweet and gentle: "I understand, you're so thoughtful, thank you."

"It's okay, I'll go take care of my work now."

After saying that, Xiao Zhe left.

When Wenxi turned back into the room, she saw the man sitting on a chair with his legs wide open.

"Pay up the money."

He looked at her with a sullen face, his voice extremely displeased.

"My left leg was already weak, making me disabled, and now I'm even more disabled."

Wenxi pondered for a moment, then suddenly clenched her fingers. "It can't be that bad..."

He gritted his teeth, "I can't even get up in the morning."

"If you can't get up, sleep a little longer."

After she finished speaking, she noticed that his expression had become even more unpleasant.

After a pause of more than ten seconds, Wenxi belatedly realized that she seemed to have really caused trouble.

She frowned and stared at him: "Is it serious?"

Zhou Jingchen snorted coldly, "Either pay compensation or take responsibility."