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

Zhou Jingchen woke up at about six in the morning.

A sliver of sunlight filtered through the thin curtains, and in the bedroom, on a small single bed, the two were embracing tightly.

The girl was fast asleep, her head resting on his arm. Her beautiful face was serene and lovely, and her bare, smooth skin was pressed against him, as obedient and adorable as a kitten.

He stared blankly for a while, then unconsciously raised the corners of his lips, kissed her forehead, tucked her arm that was sticking out of the blanket back in, and pulled the blanket up a little to cover her.

I picked up my phone and glanced at it; it was 6:05.

He gently lifted her head and placed it steadily on the pillow. She seemed to sense it and frowned as if she was about to wake up. He held his breath and quickly patted her through the blanket like he was coaxing a child.

Seeing that she didn't move anymore, he quietly got up and put on his clothes.

Last night, he spent the entire time behind the door and on the sofa. The living room was a mess, with clothes scattered on the floor, underwear and bra lying on the sofa legs, one behind the door and the other beside it. Zhou Jingchen quietly tidied things up a bit. He folded the clothes neatly and pulled the sofa cover flat.

Before leaving, he took the spare key from her pink keychain and left a note on the bedside table:

"Baby, I'm going out for a bit. I'll come back later and bring you breakfast."

In the early spring, around six o'clock, the air was pleasantly fresh.

He drove back to his apartment first, opened his laptop, and saw an email from Lin Xujie.

I've searched every inch of Lin Shen, but I can't find a single trace of Wen Zhiting and Xiang Qin. They must be in another province.

After reading the message, Zhou Jingchen leaned back in his leather chair in the study, casually opened a drawer with his long, slender hand, took out a pack of cigarettes, lit one, and pulled it out.

The bluish-white smoke blurred his profile as he rested one hand on the table, tapping it lightly and repeatedly, lost in thought.

He gently bit his cigarette butt as he replied to the email:

I have a feeling they're near Shenzhen. Aunt Xiang and Uncle Wen only have this one daughter; they wouldn't leave her alone in a strange city. They're hiding from debt collectors, and most likely won't be using their real identities. Wenxi has an uncle, a aunt, and an older uncle; check all these relatives. Focus on checking their employment registration, temporary residence records, and hospital records. They're getting old; they're bound to have some health problems.

After replying to the email, Zhou Jingchen glanced at the time: eight o'clock. His little princess had been thoroughly exhausted last night and would probably sleep until at least ten. Thinking of her, his expression softened and became gentle.

He called Zhao Jingan, but a woman answered.

Her voice was soft and gentle, tinged with a sleepy, half-awake state: "Feed?"

Zhou Jingchen seemed unfazed, stubbing out his cigarette in the ashtray. "Call Zhao Jinqian."

The woman's voice came through the receiver, "Here, it's for you."

"Feed?" Zhao Jingan's voice was hoarse, and he was very annoyed at being suddenly woken up.

"Isn't Liang Ji a restaurant brand owned by one of your relatives?"

Hearing that it was Zhou Jingchen, he became a little more alert. "What's wrong?"

Zhao Jinqian still remembers the look in Zhou Jingchen's eyes when he came to find him after he fired Wenxi. It was then that he realized he had done something wrong with his good intentions.

Zhou Jingchen searched for that girl like a madman for several months, which made him feel extremely guilty, and he didn't touch any women for a whole month.

"Wenxi is going to start work there soon, could you please say hello and take care of her? I don't want her to do too much hard work."

Zhao Jinqian replied lazily, "Okay, no problem."

"You..." He raised an eyebrow and asked, "Did you win back your childhood sweetheart?"

"Um."

Zhao Jinqian's voice was excited: "Slept? How did it feel? Wasn't it great?"

Zhou Jingchen ignored him and hung up the phone directly.

Zhao Jinqian heard a "beep beep beep" sound from his phone. He glanced at the already disconnected call and thought, "Damn, who is this guy? He's got a wife and forgot about his brothers."

After saying that, he tossed his phone aside, put his arm around the woman beside him, and pressed his body against hers. "Baby, let's do some morning exercise."

At 10 a.m., Zhou Jingchen packed his things at home and went out again. First, he went to a friend's place to pick up something, and then he bought breakfast from several popular breakfast shops on the street.

The gleaming black Land Rover stood out conspicuously parked in front of the Wanxingyuan residential building.

Several neighbors happened to see the man get out of the car as they were coming in and out.

Looking up, the man was tall and impeccably dressed. He wore a dark striped shirt with a black double-breasted vest, and trousers that hugged his long, straight legs. His black leather shoes had a high-quality feel, and his presence was understated yet sharp.

With a refined and handsome face, well-defined bone structure, prominent brow bones, a high nose bridge, and a sharp jawline, he exudes a cool, mature, and steady aura.

When a neighbor walks towards him with their child, he will nod slightly to greet them, displaying an outstanding demeanor and impeccable manners.

Zhou Jingchen took his things upstairs, took out his key, gently turned the lock, and opened the door. The room was quiet, and the person was still asleep.

He placed breakfast on the table, washed his hands, and tiptoed into the bedroom.

The bed was empty.

In an instant, Zhou Jingchen's heart plummeted into an abyss, a fatal sense of suffocation washing over him, as if someone were tightly gripping his throat.

He stood frozen in place, his expression also stuck.

"Zhou Jingchen~" A sweet voice suddenly rang out from behind.

He turned around stiffly and saw her standing at the bathroom door in a nightgown.

The girl was still sleepy, with long hair hanging down. Her skin was like white jade just taken out of an ice cellar, radiating a cold white light, and even her veins were as clear as ice cracks.

She wore a beige long dress with a loose neckline, revealing her fair, white shoulders with patches of red marks left by him the night before.

The skirt only covered her calves, and beneath the loose fabric lay a slender and graceful figure. Her hair was slightly disheveled, and even from a distance, her familiar scent wafted into his nostrils first.

Wenxi looked at him suspiciously, "Where are you going...?"

Before she could finish speaking, the man suddenly stepped forward and forcefully pulled her into his arms.

Only when he felt that she was real, soft, warm, and present did Zhou Jingchen's heart slowly resume beating.

He thought she had run away again.

He almost died just now.

Zhou Jingchen hugged her tightly, so tightly that Wenxi could barely breathe. She managed to lift her head and ask, "What's wrong?"

His eyes were red-rimmed, and he replied in a hoarse voice, "It's nothing."

He then lifted her up by her hips, and Wenxi hooked her arms around his neck, her slender legs wrapped around his waist, clinging to him like a koala.

"I went home for a bit, and I bought you breakfast on my way here."

After saying that, he lowered his head and kissed her soft little face. "Why didn't you sleep a little longer?"

"I was woken up by the urge to pee." Wenxi's cherry-red lips were very pretty, and her slightly pouting lips made her look even cuter.

She leaned closer to his neck and sniffed a few times. "You've been smoking."

Zhou Jingchen chuckled and leaned down to nuzzle her nose affectionately, "Your little nose is so sensitive."

He carried the person to the living room, placed them on a dining chair, and opened the bag containing breakfast.

To Wenxi's astonishment, a table was set with various breakfast items, including soy milk, fried dough sticks, tofu pudding, pumpkin porridge, steamed buns, and sweet cakes.

"Is anyone else coming to eat?" she asked.

"No, it's just the two of us."

Why did you buy so much?

"Don't you like to try a little bit of everything?" He inserted a straw into the soy milk cup and pushed it in front of her. "There are salty ones and sweet ones, you can eat whichever you want."

Wenxi's eyes widened. "We can't finish it all."

"It's okay."

Zhou Jingchen sat down opposite her, broke open several buns with different fillings, and let her choose which one she wanted to eat.

Wenxi's gaze swept across the house, noticing that the messy living room from last night was now much tidier. Her eyes paused for a moment when they passed a black suitcase against the wall behind the door.

She stared at him in astonishment and asked, "Why did you bring a suitcase?"

Zhou Jingchen looked calm and slowly took a sip of porridge: "I'll move in with you."