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

As soon as she finished speaking, Wenxi's eyelids twitched involuntarily, and she subconsciously looked at Zhou Jingchen beside her.

The other person's thin lips pressed into a cold, hard line, and he glanced at her with an inscrutable expression, making her heart inexplicably tighten; it was strangely unsettling.

Her period was indeed approaching. Song Xianglin knew this because once when she was working part-time, she was in so much pain that she couldn't straighten up, and finally she fainted and was rushed to the hospital by passersby.

Xiang Qin had just undergone surgery a few days prior and was unable to leave her mother's side, so she called Song Xianglin and asked him to take care of her for a few days.

She was confined to her bed at home, unable to move. When Song Xianglin learned of this, he specially bought porridge and came to visit her in her cramped rented room.

Wenxi lowered her eyelashes, picked up the cup of hot rice wine in front of her and took a small sip, feeling inexplicably flustered.

Zhou Jingchen remembered clearly that Wenxi's period always started at the beginning of the month.

She got her first period during the summer vacation after graduating from junior high school. Her menstrual blood even got on his bed sheets. That night, he personally washed her blood-stained underwear.

And now, it is the middle of the month.

Her menstrual cycle has changed? She didn't even know it.

Yes, seven years have passed, and everything has changed. Those details that were once so familiar seem to have been subtly altered.

As the dishes were served one after another, Song Xianglin put a piece of rabbit meat in Wenxi's bowl, and the two chatted casually.

Zhou Jingchen lowered his head and took the piece of rabbit meat from her bowl and ate it.

Song Xianglin would release it again, and he would take it away again, repeating this process.

"Can't you pick up the food yourself?" Song Xianglin glanced at him with amusement.

He shook his head, "The food in your bowl is even more delicious." As he spoke, he picked up some food for Wenxi, carefully removing the peppercorns and scallions from the surface before putting it in her bowl.

"Stop putting food in my bowl! Stop putting food in my bowl!" Wenxi looked at the mountain of food in her bowl, her cheeks slightly flushed. She felt uncomfortable being bothered by the two men. "If you keep putting food in my bowl, I won't be able to finish it."

After dinner, the three of them walked to the alley entrance, and Song Xianglin said to her, "Let me take you home."

Zhou Jingchen suddenly curled the corners of his lips, "No need to trouble Dr. Song, we'll live together."

Song Xianglin was surprised for a few seconds, then chuckled, his brows relaxing: "Alright, I'll be going then."

"Drive carefully," Wenxi whispered.

Wenxi only looked away when Song Xianglin's figure completely disappeared around the corner at the end of the alley.

Suddenly, her wrist was grabbed, and a chilling voice rang in her ear: "Have you seen enough?"

"Huh?" Before Wenxi could react, his vision spun around and he was lifted up and hoisted onto his shoulder.

"Zhou Jingchen, put me down! What will people think if they see this!" She clenched her fists and punched his back repeatedly.

He didn't slacken his pace at all, his steps were very steady, and he carried the person straight home without stopping.

The entryway light was off, and in the dim light, an overwhelming kiss, laced with an intense, unyielding jealousy, descended, capturing her lips with an irresistible possessiveness.

His hard chest pressed tightly against hers, his large hand gripping her chin with a firm yet restrained force, stealing every sweet scent from her lips and teeth.

Wenxi was breathless from the kiss, and soft sobs escaped from her nose: "Ugh...you bastard..."

"Why don't you tell him we're dating?" His hot breath swept across her fair, slender neck, where the skin was delicate and the pulse of her arteries was clearly visible.

Zhou Jingchen gently bit down with his teeth, wishing he could bite through that layer of skin, but afraid of actually hurting her, he restrained himself, his voice hoarse: "Why didn't you tell him?"

Wenxi tilted her head back and hummed softly, "We were holding hands...he must have seen it."

"That's different!" He slammed her against the door, pinching the soft flesh of her waist with his fingers, causing her to tremble slightly.

"If we didn't live together, would you really have let him take you home?"

"Why are you so jealous?" Wenxi opened her mouth and bit his lower lip hard.

He groaned softly, deepening the kiss in a wronged tone:

"You said you'd treat me to dinner, but you brought him along."

"How was I supposed to know he was there too... It wouldn't be right not to invite him to eat with us." Wenxi let out a soft, breathy sigh as she felt his rough fingertips on the bra clasp on her back.

"I don't care, that meal doesn't count..." Zhou Jingchen's eyes were bloodshot and glistening with moisture, looking aggrieved and distressed.

"Then... ah... what do you want?" Wenxi closed her eyes, her heart feeling like it was being gnawed by ants, an intense itch.

His voice was muffled, as if he were holding a piece of candy in his mouth, "I need you to make up for it with a meal."

"Tomorrow...is tomorrow okay?" Wenxi gasped for breath, her fingertips unconsciously gripping his hair.

Zhou Jingchen looked up at her, his dark eyes filled with a stubborn and burning intensity: "Now!"

......

The next morning, Wenxi, clutching his back, grimaced as he shuffled off the edge of the bed.

A wave of soreness washed over her lower back and abdomen. She gritted her teeth and cursed Zhou Jingchen a thousand times in her mind, calling him a beast.

Zhou Jingchen attentively drove her to work, with a warm breakfast laid out on the passenger seat.

She had a cold face and wouldn't even look at him. When he reached out to touch her hair, she reacted like a petrified animal, clenching her fists and kicking him.

Knowing he was in the wrong, he didn't dare retaliate at all. He obediently drove the car to the store entrance and respectfully opened the car door for her.

She bent down and coaxed gently, "I'll pick you up at noon, and we'll go eat your favorite sweet and sour fish, okay?"

"I'm not going!" Wenxi glared at him, coldly turning her face away. "You're moving out tonight!"

"I don't want to..." He stepped forward and hugged her, looking pitiful. "Sister, please don't do this to me..."

Wenxi was going crazy. If she hadn't been a dancer, he would have broken her like a toy by flipping through her.

"I have to go to work." She pushed him away and ran into the store.

When walking, the subtle soreness and swelling returned as my legs touched.

She frowned, cursing him a thousand times in her heart.

Wenxi's period indeed started around those few days.

She took leave to rest at home, and Zhou Jingchen would make longan, red date, and brown sugar water every day without fail, with a soft-boiled egg in it, and bring it to her.

He served her meekly and obediently for a whole week, doing his bidding without daring to misbehave in the slightest.

Seeing his obedient appearance, Wenxi's anger gradually subsided, and she naturally didn't mention moving out again.

-

In early May, after a light drizzle, the temperature suddenly rose.

The dessert shop's orders doubled as a result, and Wenxi would occasionally help her colleagues with delivery when she had free time.

That day, the store received a large order, the address of which was Shenglong Huijin Building on Jiangdong South Road.

Wenxi and her colleague Xiaoyu carried heavy takeout bags and made their way to the twentieth floor. On the glass door of the reception desk, a line of large, gold-embossed characters read: Xingyao Technology Co., Ltd.

Wenxi's brow twitched, her fingertips instinctively tightened around the plastic bag handle, and she hurriedly pulled up her mask to cover half of her face.

The receptionist led them inside and instructed, "Please take these items to the break room next to the tea room, and also prepare the desserts for the staff to drink later."

The two responded and followed the receptionist through the office area.

As far as the eye can see, most of the people are energetic young people, with the sound of keyboards being typed incessantly. Occasionally, someone will turn around in their chair and chat for a few words. The atmosphere is relaxed and lively, without any of the oppressive feeling one might have imagined.

They placed the takeout bags on the conference table and bent down to prepare their drinks and toppings.

The two were busy with their work when they heard footsteps passing by in the hallway outside.

Zhou Jingchen walked at the front, tall and handsome, with his white shirt sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing a low-key mechanical watch on his wrist. Three or five executives followed closely behind him.

"Mr. Zhou, our forum broke its registration record again yesterday, reaching 3 million daily active users. The tech department says the server is under too much pressure and they want to apply for additional hardware investment. Three Google vendors have also submitted their annual cooperation proposals, with offers that are 30% higher than last year..."

Zhou Jingchen didn't stop walking, but simply raised his hand to interrupt, his voice crisp and clear: "Approve the hardware investment. Have the CTO submit the budget to me before the end of the day. GG Business should first screen two leading companies, and the rest will be handled by the marketing department."

The group brushed past each other, stirring up a cool breeze. Wenxi kept her head down, wishing she could bury her face in her collar.

As Zhou Jingchen passed the entrance to the lounge, he glanced down at his watch, his brows furrowing slightly: "The plan for building the new section isn't finalized yet?"

"It's already in progress, and the final version will be provided to you by tomorrow night," the accompanying executive replied quickly. "In addition, regarding the final payment for the third round of financing, two institutions are still a little short of receiving their funds. I just spoke with their representatives again, and they promised to settle the payment by noon tomorrow."

"Hmm." Zhou Jingchen responded, his steps unwavering, his tone becoming more serious. "The user base is growing rapidly, which means more people are watching. Keep a close eye on content moderation. The market is a mixed bag right now, and if a public opinion crisis arises, it will affect the entire market. Have the content director personally oversee it."

"clear!"

The secretary behind him said, "Mr. Zhou, you haven't eaten yet. Would you like me to order some food for you?"

"Need not."

The sound of footsteps gradually faded away until the elevator doors closed with a "ding." Wenxi quietly breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at the place he had just passed.

So that's why he's so busy and works so hard every day...

But why, when you're already so busy, do you still have so much energy to do *that* at night?