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

The next day, Wenxi approached Li Wei and expressed her willingness to cooperate with the filming.

Li Wei was very happy and let her wear the ethnic costume from yesterday.

The camera captured every beautiful frame.

She strolled under the eaves of the ancient building; she walked along the bluestone path; she bent down to pick tea leaves with a small bamboo basket slung over her shoulder; she bent down to embroider clothes using traditional techniques; she held barley in her hands, smiled at the camera with her eyes crinkling, revealing a pair of adorable tiger teeth...

This photography assignment was given to another teacher, and Xiao Zhe was assigned to other photography work.

Zhou Jingchen stayed by her side the whole time, occasionally offering some advice, or promptly handing her a glass of water when filming a scene in Wenxi was finished, asking her if she was tired.

The water bottle was bought by He Li. It's pink with a childish Disney princess pattern on the surface and comes with a straw.

When he handed it to her, she instinctively lowered her head and drank through the straw, just like when she was a child.

It contains vitamin C tablets, and has a sweet and sour taste that leaves a subtle feeling of happiness on the tip of your tongue.

After gulping down the drink, Wenxi glanced at the group of people around her and then belatedly blushed.

She's not good at acting, and she's not good at pretending. Even though she's very familiar with Zhou Jingchen, she pretends not to be; even though they've kissed, she pretends to be just a normal superior and subordinate. She can't keep up the act for more than two days before she's exposed.

After finishing her water, she pursed her lips, her beautiful, bewildered eyes blinking as she looked at him, playfully scolding him for always getting so close to her.

He apologized in a low voice, "I'll be more careful next time."

Then next time, he'll continue to swarm around her like a slutty dog, and she won't leave no matter how hard you try to kick him away.

After this happened several times, Wenxi thought, "Forget it. Others aren't stupid; they've probably figured something out by now."

He's a big CEO and he doesn't care about other people's gossip, so why should she worry about it?

Forget it, I'm going to run away anyway, so I might as well enjoy the moment and not worry about so much.

So we just let him be.

The shoot went very smoothly. Wenxi is beautiful and has excellent camera presence. Wearing that outfit, she really looked like a beautiful and lively She ethnic minority girl. The photography teacher looked through his masterpieces on the camera and praised them highly.

The last dance video was filmed by a stream, with majestic green mountains in the background and flowing water nearby. The girl stretched her body as much as she could in front of the camera, showing the simple and ancient dance movements of the She ethnic group.

Zhou Jingchen stood not far away, keeping him company. He was dressed neatly and smartly, in a white shirt and black trousers, with a few buttons casually undone at the collar, revealing a section of his long, fair neck.

His clothes were neatly pressed, accentuating his tall and straight waist, and his two legs were long and straight.

His long, narrow phoenix eyes gave him a cold and elegant appearance, but when he looked at the woman not far away, those eyes would become tender and moist.

Filming is in full swing.

Just then, Wenxi's cell phone, which was lying to the side, suddenly vibrated.

He glanced casually at the incoming call on the screen—Song Xianglin.

Zhou Jingchen's eyes suddenly darkened a few degrees. He glanced at Wenxi, who was engrossed in filming, and with a flick of his long, slender fingers, he silently hung up the phone. Then, he smoothly deleted the call log and put the phone back in its place.

After filming the dance video, the others gradually returned to the village with their equipment.

Wenxi took off the heavy headdress, rubbed her shoulders and neck, and said, "Good heavens, did She women have to wear such heavy headdresses every day before? Wouldn't they get cervical spondylosis after a year or two?"

Zhou Jingchen smiled and reached out his hand: "Are you tired? Come here, let me give you a massage."

He held her in his arms, his warm hands covering the back of her neck, and massaged her sore neck.

Wenxi squinted her eyes in enjoyment. After a while, she tilted her head up in his arms, her eyes crinkling as she looked at him with a smile, "Zhou Jingchen."

"Hmm?" He tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his voice deep and magnetic.

"You can kiss me now," she said.

The girl's eyes seemed to sparkle like stars, and when she blinked, her long, curled eyelashes fluttered slightly, making her incredibly charming.

Zhou Jingchen's lips curled up slightly as he lowered his head to kiss her small mouth.

His clean and pleasant masculine scent enveloped her, making her feel incredibly safe, and Wenxi was lost in this tender kiss.

The two kissed, greedily inhaling each other's breath.

The sweet saliva in her mouth was swept away by his nimble tongue, and even her soft little tongue was easily captured by him.

Wenxi was so overwhelmed by the kisses that her face flushed, and she leaned against him like a melted maltose candy, all sticky and limp.

The soft afternoon sun fell on the two of them, and nothing could be happier than this moment.

-

Wenxi noticed something was wrong that night.

Around 10 p.m., Song Xianglin called her.

"The hospital recently imported a new instrument from abroad that can assist your aunt with chemotherapy, making it more effective. I was thinking of asking for your opinion on whether we should arrange for your aunt to receive it."

"Have you been very busy lately? I called you this afternoon, but you hung up..."

Wenxi gripped her phone tightly, her expression tense: "What time did you call this afternoon?"

"Around four o'clock," Song Xianglin said.

"I was really busy at the time, so I probably didn't notice," Wenxi said. "Thank you for your help. Please arrange it for my mom. Money is not a problem."

The other person replied, "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Wenxi checked her phone's call history, but there was nothing there.

Who would touch their own phone? Who would be so bored as to hang up on Song Xianglin and delete the call log?

Suddenly, her pupils contracted slightly, she bit her lip hard, and her temples throbbed with anger.

For Wenxi, every phone call from Song Xianglin was very important.

Most of his phone calls were about his mother. Either the hospital had changed his medication, or he was asking her if she agreed to the new treatment plan, or it was about this or that about his mother.

She would hang up on anyone's call, but she almost never hung up on Song Xianglin's call; in fact, she knew his phone number by heart.

Wenxi didn't sleep well that night.

The third day after the "Feast Festival" is the day when the gods bestow their blessings. The villagers carry offerings such as pig heads and cow legs up the mountain to worship the gods.

A group of Xingyao employees followed the ceremony, filming the entire way to document this precious ritual.

Zhou Jingchen and Wen Xi walked at the very back of the group.

The mountain path was rugged, and he wanted to hold her hand, but she stubbornly refused to let him.

Zhou Jingchen frowned. What's wrong now?

Throughout the journey, she completely ignored him. Whenever he got close, she would raise her hand and slap him, as if she had swallowed gunpowder.

There is a small temple halfway up the mountain, which enshrines the gods and mythical beasts worshipped by the She people.

The sacrificial ceremony began, and immediately gongs and drums resounded, while the witch chanted ancient incantations.

Li Wei and her team set up their cameras and filmed from multiple angles.

Zhou Jingchen stood beside Wenxi, gently tugged at her sleeve, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Wenxi took a step away from him, but he came closer and called out "Sister".

The scene was noisy, and the two mingled at the back of the crowd. Wenxi asked, "What did you do yesterday?"

He lowered his eyelashes and thought for a long time before saying, "I kissed you."

Wenxi's face flushed red instantly. "That's not what I was asking you."

"What is that?"

"Keep pretending, Zhou Jingchen. I never expected you to be so cunning now."

Upon hearing this, the man raised an eyebrow slightly, then grinned and kissed her hand, "Baby can even peek into people's brains, that's amazing."

He paused, then whispered in her ear:

"Okay, I admit I fantasized about you last night."

Wenxi was so angry that she reached out to pinch his waist. He didn't dodge or flinch, but only frowned slightly, showing a pitiful and aggrieved expression.

"Did you touch my phone yesterday afternoon?" she demanded angrily.

His expression froze for a moment, then he shook his head in denial: "No."

Wen Xi's voice was filled with anger: "Still lying! Zhou Jingchen, I really misjudged you."

"Don't be angry," he hurriedly grabbed her wrist. "Oh, right, I just remembered. You were filming yesterday afternoon, and I saw your phone ring. I was afraid it would disturb your work, so I turned it off for you. I forgot to tell you later."

"You won't get angry at me over something so small, will you?" he said.

"Then why did you delete the call log? You're deliberately preventing me from answering Song Xianglin's calls!"

Wenxi suppressed her anger, "If he hadn't called me last night, I wouldn't have known about this."

"Last night?" His handsome brows furrowed instantly, and his grip on her wrist tightened unconsciously. "Why did he call you so late at night?"

Wenxi forcefully shook off his hand; she didn't want to argue with him here, so she walked down the mountain.

Zhou Jingchen relentlessly pursued him from behind.

"We got back after 10 p.m. last night after dinner, so he called you after 10 p.m. Why would he call you so late at night?"

"Why did you answer his call so late? Don't you know he has impure feelings for you? Do you know what a man is thinking when he calls a woman late at night?"

Wenxi abruptly stopped in her tracks, turned around to glare at him, and snapped, "Do you think everyone is as despicable as you? Can't he call me? What right do you have to interfere? What right do you have to touch my phone without permission? What right do you have to hang up on him on your own?"

"Why should I?" He stepped forward and grabbed her arm, his tone forceful. "Because we're in a relationship now."

"Let's end this." Wenxi's expression was cold. "Zhou Jingchen, I don't want to play this boring dating game with you anymore."

"Just because I hung up on Song Xianglin?" His narrow eyes narrowed instantly, a burning pain flashing within them. "Is he that important to you? Do you like him?"

"I don't want to talk to you anymore, you lunatic!" Wenxi said angrily, forcefully shaking off his grip.

The arrogant young master, oblivious to the hardships of life, first obtained a fake medical record from who-knows-where to deceive her, and then demanded compensation, using this to threaten her.

Wenxi has been struggling in the lower rungs of society for seven years. What hasn't he seen?

How could I possibly be manipulated by him?

Now she doesn't want to play anymore; she wants to end this absurd love game before she's completely hooked.

The two walked one after the other to a bush. Wenxi stopped, her cold gaze fixed on him, her fingers clenched into a fist, and she forced out the words through clenched teeth:

"Zhou Jingchen, I hate it when you act so presumptuously and interfere in my life."

"You asked me if Song Xianglin is important, and I can tell you, yes. He is extremely important. I don't want to miss a single call from him, no matter what his purpose is. Whether he calls in the morning, afternoon, or evening, I will answer without hesitation."

Zhou Jingchen's face was so dark it seemed to drip water, his jawline taut into a sharp line, his voice hoarse and trembling as he said:

"And what about me? Right now... what am I to you?"

He was genuinely a little lost.

"You're nothing!" Wen Ximei's eyes widened as she retorted, "I don't like this, Zhou Jingchen. I give you a little kindness, and you take it all and try to control everything. I don't like it! I hate it!"

"I'm ending our relationship! All that ridiculous pre-arranged relationship agreement and everything from before, it's all over!"

After saying that, she turned around and walked down the mountain in a menacing manner.

Zhou Jingchen's back suddenly slumped, as if his spine had been broken, and his cool and handsome eyes were filled with a deathly despair.

She said that in her heart he meant nothing, and his behavior disgusted her...

But he couldn't control the dark greed that was spreading in his heart, the desire for her to belong to him alone.

He disliked Song Xianglin.

I hated it when I was a child, and I hate it even more now that I'm older!

He hated the men who surrounded her, the men whose eyes were always on her.

Zhou Jingchen stood there, head bowed, his eyes seemingly shrouded in gloom beneath his thick eyelashes, filled with grievance and resentment.

He has a strong mentality and can calmly face all the storms in his career, but he is very vulnerable in front of her. Often, a few words from her can easily break him down and leave him utterly defeated.

A moment later, when he looked up again, the person in front of him was gone, having gone down the mountain alone, leaving only a few wisps of her soft fragrance in the air.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of grass and leaves. The mountain was shrouded in mist, and tall, sturdy trees blocked out the sun. Green vines entwined the trees, and the air was thick with moisture.

Wenxi walked down the mountain based on his memory of when he came.

However, as she walked, she found that the path under her feet seemed to be getting steeper and steeper, and the vegetation around her was becoming more and more unfamiliar.