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

The next day, Wenxi went to the hospital to visit her mother.

She sat by the hospital bed, smiled and patted Qin's hair, asking her how her work had been lately.

"Mom, I have to go out of town for some business."

When Xiang Qin asked where she was going, she didn't say, only saying, "Don't worry, I'm going to work with my colleagues."

The soft sunlight fell on Xiang Qin's white hair at her temples, making her look old and gentle.

Wenxi looked at her mother, and thinking about all the recent events, a pang of sadness struck her heart. She felt so tired, so exhausted, as if a thousand burdens were weighing on her shoulders, almost crushing her...

The scene from a few years ago was still vivid in her mind. She had sworn that she would never ask Zhou Jingchen or the Lu family behind him for money to pay off her debts, never!

Wenxi gently leaned on Xiangqin's lap, unable to hold back her soft sobs: "Mom, wait for me to come back. Let's leave Linshen and go to Lianghe to find Dad."

Xiang Qin paused for a moment, and after a long while, she softly replied, "Okay."

Before parting, Wenxi went to find Song Xianglin.

He said, "You should at least tell me your schedule, so that if anything happens, I'll know where to find you."

Wenxi hesitated for a moment before finally explaining to him, "I'm going to Dianzhou to participate in a dance competition."

The Luoshen Cup is a dance competition held only once every five years. The champion can receive a grand prize of 200 million yuan and an endorsement deal with a major domestic brand, with an endorsement fee of 300 million yuan for two years.

Wenxi wanted to seize this opportunity.

She is determined to win the championship.

Recalling their last meal together, Song Xianglin couldn't help but ask, "You and Zhou Jingchen, are you two...?"

"Brother Xiang Lin," Wenxi suddenly looked up at him, her eyes pleading, "I want to ask you for a favor."

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Zhou Jingchen went to the store to pick up Wenxi in the evening, but her colleagues said she had already left work.

He frowned. "Off work? Did you go home first?"

He called her, but no one answered, so he drove back to Wanxingyuan full of questions.

When they arrived home, they found Wenxi sitting at the dining table, her face cold and seemingly unhappy.

He took off his coat and hung it on the rack next to him.

"Why didn't you wait for me to pick you up today?"

"What is your relationship with Qiao Yue?"

The two spoke almost simultaneously.

Zhou Jingchen's temples throbbed twice. He walked to her side and gently stroked her hair. "What's wrong?"

"Zhou Jingchen," Wenxi raised her head, her cold gaze piercing him, "Why did you lie to me?"

Wenxi stood up. "You and Qiao Yue are getting engaged! And you still lied to me and said we were just acquaintances?"

"Sister, let me explain..." He reached out to hug her, but she pushed him away.

"Get away! I don't want to hear it!"

Do you think I'm easy to fool? Do you feel smug that you're making a fool of me?

"You went home for the family banquet yesterday, didn't you? Your grandma announced your engagement to Qiao Yue in front of everyone, right?"

Zhou Jingchen paused, looking at her in surprise.

"You're curious, aren't you? How do I know all this?" She scoffed. "I personally set up your dessert table."

"You lied to me, saying you were socializing with investors?" she scoffed. "How do you manage to juggle your fiancée during the day and sleep with me at night?"

Zhou Jingchen explained anxiously, reaching out to take her hand, "There's nothing between Qiao Yue and me. I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to worry or overthink. It was all arranged by my family. I have no feelings for her and we've never been together."

Wenxi tossed him the black suitcase she had packed beforehand, strode to the door, and opened it: "Take your things and get out!"

"Why won't you listen to my explanation?" His forehead veins bulged as he grabbed her slender white wrist. "Do you have to slander me like this?"

Wenxi: "I hate it when people treat me like a fool! Do you think I'm down on my luck right now, that you can just do whatever you want with me? So you wait until you get engaged and married to someone else, then kick me aside and make me a laughingstock, as revenge?"

"Can't you calm down!" Zhou Jingchen frowned at her.

She shrieked, "Why should I stay calm? Why should I be calm? If this were the old Wenxi, I would have torn you to pieces by now if you played me like this. Stop disgusting me, Zhou Jingchen! Let's break up!"

"Breaking up is so easy for you? You're just playing me! You said you loved me last night, and today you're breaking up with me." He leaned down and glared at her, gritting his teeth. "Wenxi, who can change their mind as quickly as you?"

"That's just how I am! I love whoever makes me happy. I've told countless men I love them, so who do you think you are?"

She tapped his chest with her index finger, narrowing her eyes and sneering, "You think I really love you? Zhou Jingchen, don't be so naive. When I was 19 and already out in the world, you were still in school. I was just playing around with a virgin, and you actually think you're something special?"

"I can not love you, I can act and play along with you, but I won't allow you to treat me like a fool!"

"What did you say? Wenxi, say it again." Zhou Jingchen's fists were clenched tightly, his knuckles protruding and turning white.

She craned her neck, looking up at him defiantly: "I said, I want to break up with you! I'm tired of your dick. Can't you understand human language?"

Zhou Jingchen's heart was about to explode with anger; veins throbbed on his forehead, and his breathing became heavy.

Suddenly, he cupped her face in his hands, lowered his head and captured her red lips with his own. His tongue forcefully broke through her teeth, and with unstoppable courage, he kissed her passionately.

Wenxi was incredibly strong; she shoved him away and slapped him across the face with a loud "smack."

"I hate men who are clingy and persistent!" she glared at him angrily.

"I don't believe you don't love me!" he roared. "You're lying to me again, aren't you? What happened? Can you tell me?"

Wenxi gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, swallowed hard, looked up at him, and spoke in a light, airy tone:

"Zhou Jingchen, we're all adults. It was just a game, and no one lost out. Don't take any of that 'love' nonsense seriously. You lied to me, and I lied to you. We're even now, and no one owes anyone anything."

Those beautiful eyes held no tenderness whatsoever, only an indifference and apathy colder than ice, tinged with a hint of mockery.

That look pierced Zhou Jingchen's heart.

His eyes suddenly reddened, and he bent down to hug her:

"Sister, please don't treat me like this. I beg you. Lying to you was wrong, it was all my fault. I didn't mean to play with you, I really, really love you. I'm so afraid of losing you, so I can't let anything change and affect our relationship..."

She made Zhou Jingchen cry again.

A tall man, over six feet tall, hugged her tightly, pleaded with her, and shed tears because of her.

Wenxi felt a tightness and pain in her chest, and could hardly breathe.

But she couldn't be soft-hearted; getting too close to him would hurt him. She'd seen what those people were capable of.

Even if she can't be a star or a moon, she doesn't want to become dust in Zhou Jingchen's life.

This period of sweetness has been enough. Let's treat it as a dream, and it should end here.

After all, the two have no future, let alone get married.

Yes, she could marry any man in the world, but she would never marry Zhou Jingchen. Years ago, she secretly swore a poisonous oath that if she broke it, she would die a horrible death.

"Sister, please don't leave me..." The man held her tightly, his voice hoarse as he pleaded, "I'm yours, you can do whatever you want with me, but please don't leave me, please don't break up with me. Please..."

Wenxi bit her lip, pushed him away, her icy gaze devoid of any warmth:

"Zhou Jingchen, I beg you, please stop being that kind of persistent ex-boyfriend. It's really annoying."

"You're being too humble. I feel sorry for you."

"You are indeed very good and would make a great boyfriend, but I'm sorry, I'm not a person who stays in love for long. I've never loved anyone before; I love myself the most."

He looked directly into her eyes: "I don't believe it."

"If you don't love me, why did you jump into the Han River to retrieve the necklace I gave you? If you don't love me, why did you sleep with me in the She ethnic village? You've told me you love me more than once. So, Wenxi, I don't believe a single word you're saying now."

She clicked her tongue impatiently, a hint of disgust flashing in her eyes: "Look, here you go again. You're trying to find some excuse to convince yourself that I love you."

"But I'm sorry, I really don't love it. You asked me why I risked my life to jump into the Hanjiang River to retrieve that necklace, and now I can tell you the truth. It was pure silver! That was the only valuable thing I had at the time, so I instinctively jumped into the river to retrieve it."

"I was so touched when you caught that snake for me in the She ethnic village. It was only natural that we ended up in bed together. If you think that having sex is love, then I've loved many people."

Zhou Jingchen's face was pale, his eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions—confusion, resentment, heartache, and grievance...

"Stop brainwashing yourself. I'm genuinely grateful for your affection, and I've been quite happy these past few days, but now I'm fed up and annoyed. Can't we just end it here and break up peacefully?"

Lovers know how to hurt each other the most.

"By the way," she glanced at him, "do you know why Song Xianglin knows my period?"

A cruel glint flashed in Zhou Jingchen's eyes. His back stiffened, and his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

Wenxi stepped forward, a contemptuous smile on her face. "You've been afraid to ask me about this because you're afraid of hearing things you don't want to hear, right?"

She poked his chest with her fingertip. "Zhou Jingchen, you're really weak. I even look down on you a little."

Her luscious red lips brushed close to his ear, her voice soft yet piercing his heart like a venomous snake:

"I can tell you now, it's because... he also rubbed my stomach. He's been to some place you've been to."