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

Xiang Qin sighed, "If only your uncle were still alive, he would be so happy to see you now."

As soon as he finished speaking, the fruit knife in Zhou Jingchen's hand crashed to the ground.

He suddenly knelt down in front of Xiang Qin's bed with a thud, and said with difficulty, "Aunt Xiang, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

"Get up quickly," Xiang Qin hurriedly reached out to help him up, "What are you doing, child?"

Zhou Jingchen was already in tears, his long-suppressed guilt and remorse completely collapsing at this moment.

He held Xiang Qin's hand and recounted, in fits and starts, how Wen Xi had once come to Shenzhen specifically to look for him, only to be turned away and humiliated by his grandmother.

Xiang Qin listened quietly, her eyes gradually reddening, tears welling up in her eyes, and she remained silent for a long time.

Only when Zhou Jingchen's voice gradually choked up and he could no longer speak did she raise her hand, gently pat the back of his hand, and say softly, "It's not your fault, child."

"Your grandma is your grandma, and you are you," Xiang Qin said. "Your uncle and I watched you grow up. You're the child we raised ourselves. How could your aunt not know your character?"

Xiang Qin could imagine that Jing Chen must have had a very repressed life in that family.

Her generosity and understanding made him feel even more guilty.

Zhou Jingchen knelt by Xiang Qin's bedside, his forehead pressed against the blankets, murmuring and repeating "I'm sorry" over and over again.

Xiang Qin gently patted his shoulder and slowly said, "Actually, when your uncle was diagnosed with lung cancer and a tumor, he was already terminally ill. Even if he had the money for surgery at the time, he wouldn't have lasted long."

"I didn't expect the little magpie to come looking for you; she never mentioned it."

The thought of her daughter, who had gone to seek help with high hopes but was humiliated, caused Xiang Qin's heart to ache. Yet, she couldn't blame Jing Chen for it all.

He is a pitiful and kind child. How can he bear the consequences of his grandmother's bad words? That's not fair.

That day, Xiang Qin said many things to comfort him repeatedly.

She told him about the places her family had been and the things they had experienced over the years, but she only told him the good parts.

For example, she mentioned meeting some kind people or experiencing some heartwarming events, but she didn't mention a word about the other hardships and setbacks.

......

Meanwhile, Lu Yuanyuan has been living in the Yushuiwan residential area for more than a month and has not returned to the Lu family villa.

When the old lady was discharged from the hospital and returned home, she pushed open the villa gate and saw the empty house, devoid of its usual warmth and life. Her face immediately darkened.

He kept muttering to himself, full of dissatisfaction and complaints, and he was quite unhappy that Lu Yuanyuan hadn't picked him up from the hospital.

On his day off, Lu Zhenting drove to Yushui Bay, intending to personally persuade his wife to go home.

Upon entering, Lu Yuanyuan was cooking in the kitchen, while Lu Xiaobao lay sprawled on the sofa.

Upon seeing her father, Xiao Bao glanced at him lazily, gave a soft snort, and ignored him.

Lu Zhenting's temple throbbed twice. Suppressing the helplessness in his heart, he tiptoed behind Lu Yuanyuan and softened his voice:

"Xiaoyuan, come back with me. It's not a good idea for you to stay here every day. Mom has been talking about you a lot these past few days."

Lu Yuanyuan took off her apron and went to the living room.

With a calm expression, she looked at the man she had spent half her life with and said in a low voice, "Let's get a divorce."

Lu Xiaobao, who was sitting on the sofa not far away, almost swallowed the apple in her mouth without chewing it, which made her cough repeatedly.

She sat up abruptly, her eyes filled with shock, and quietly pricked up her ears, holding her breath as she listened intently to their conversation.

"What did you say?" Lu Zhenting looked at the woman opposite him in disbelief.

"I said, let's get a divorce. Now that the children are grown up, we should separate and live our own comfortable lives."

"Are you not comfortable being with me?" Lu Zhenting asked.

During their argument, Lu Xiaobao secretly took out his phone, quickly snapped a photo, and sent it to Zhou Jingchen with the caption: "[Breaking news! Mom's divorcing Dad, come and see!]"

Lu Yuanyuan did not answer Lu Zhenting's question; her voice was weary.

"Brother, I once received financial assistance from your Lu family, which enabled me to complete my studies. I will remember this kindness and be grateful for it for the rest of my life. Later, you married me against the wishes of your elders, and we did have a period of relatively happy life. But over the years, I have given birth to children for your Lu family, managed the household, and endured decades of torment and harassment from your mother. I have endured it time and time again. I think this debt of gratitude has been repaid."

Lu Zhenting's face turned deathly pale instantly, his eyes filled with confusion and panic. He stared blankly at Lu Yuanyuan, opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Looking at his expression, a hint of disappointment flashed in Lu Yuanyuan's eyes, and she continued:

"You may not know what heinous things your 'good mother' has done over the years. The Wen family in Pingjiang has taken care of Jingchen for us for more than ten years, treating him like their own son. A few years ago, when the Wen family encountered difficulties, Jingchen's older sister came to our house for help. But what did your mother do? Not only did she not lend a helping hand, she humiliated her in every way and kicked her out."

"What did you say?" Lu Zhenting looked up abruptly, his eyes filled with shock, shaking his head repeatedly. "This is impossible... How could Mom do such a thing?"

"How is that impossible!" Lu Xiaobao jumped up from the sofa. "Dad, I heard it with my own ears! I clearly heard Grandma talking to Qiao Yue!"

Lu Yuanyuan said in a low voice, "Wen Zhiting has passed away. His wife, Xiang Qin, has cancer and is undergoing chemotherapy in the hospital. Lu Zhenting, if you have any conscience or remorse, go back and persuade your mother. Tomorrow, our whole family will go to the hospital to visit her in person and apologize to Xiang Qin."

Upon hearing this, Lu Zhenting's facial muscles twitched a few times, looking troubled:

"No, Xiaoyuan, my mom definitely won't go. She's over eighty years old. How could she face anyone if word got out that she had to bow her head and apologize? You know, she's very proud..."

"I'll go to the hospital with you tomorrow to apologize. As for my mother, I'll try to persuade her slowly. And don't bring up the divorce again; I don't agree to it."

Lu Yuanyuan frowned sharply, seeing his evasive manner, and the grievances and anger that had been building up in her heart for many years suddenly erupted, and she shrieked:

"Lu Zhenting, do you think I brought up divorce just because of this one thing? Don't forget how Jing Chen treated you back then..."

"Shut up!" Lu Zhenting abruptly interrupted her, glancing quickly at Xiao Bao beside him and lowering his voice, "Don't mention these things in front of the child!"

Lu Yuanyuan's voice stopped abruptly, her eyes instantly reddened, and tears welled up in her eyes. She bit her lower lip hard, trying her best to hold back the tears from falling.

After a long silence, he finally said in a hoarse voice, "Okay, I won't mention it."

"But I will never go back to that home again." She looked up at Lu Zhenting. "I'm getting a divorce, I'm determined to get one."

"Xiaoyuan, we're both getting on in years, and the kids are all grown up. What are you doing, making such a fuss?" Lu Zhenting looked at her resolute expression and felt increasingly flustered. He reached out to grab her arm, wanting to persuade her to calm down.

"Then what do you want me to do?" Lu Yuanyuan crossed her arms and glared at him. "Lu Zhenting, tell me, what exactly do I need to do to escape that suffocating home and live a little more comfortably?"

In fact, she knew in her heart that there were feelings between her and Lu Zhenting. Their years of marriage were not something that could be severed so easily, and their two children were the most precious crystallization of their love.

The problems that stood between them were like cold bricks, piling up day by day, making it hard for her to breathe, and had long since exhausted all her patience and expectations.

Looking at the man in front of her who always protected his mother and refused to face the problem, the last glimmer of hope in her eyes was completely extinguished.

Her voice was cold as she said, "I don't want to argue with you anymore, and I'm too tired to argue. Go back and spend the rest of your life with your hypocritical mother."

......

The following morning, Lu Zhenting arrived at Yushui Bay again.

This time, he didn't try to persuade Lu Yuanyuan to go home. He just waited silently for her to pack her things, then picked up Lu Yuanyuan and Xiaobao and drove to Dingkang Private Hospital.

The couple remained awkward and barely spoke the rest of the way.

Upon arriving at the hospital ward, Lu Zhenting and Lu Yuanyuan gently placed the gifts they had brought on the table.

Xiang Qin had already heard from Zhou Jingchen that his parents would be coming, so she wasn't too surprised. She simply leaned against the headboard, a faint smile on her face, and looked at them gently.

Lu Yuanyuan felt extremely uneasy. She walked to the bedside, looked at Xiang Qin's pale and haggard face, and her eyes were filled with tears.

She suppressed her emotions, spoke gently and sincerely, and apologized for what happened back then with difficulty.

They repeatedly inquired about her health and condition after chemotherapy, showing concern and concern.

Xiang Qin saw Lu Xiaobao hiding behind her parents. Lu Xiaobao was dressed very well. She stepped forward and called out softly, "Auntie."

They are siblings after all; they are equally good-looking, and their features bear a resemblance to Jing Chen's.

Xiang Qin smiled and responded.

Lu Zhenting stood aside, looking at Xiang Qin's haggard appearance, his heart filled with guilt and self-blame.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, she took Zhou Jingchen's hand and led him to the doctor's office to inquire in detail about Xiang Qin's chemotherapy.

Before leaving, he repeatedly instructed the doctor to provide Xiang Qin with the best medical services and care, no matter how much it cost, and to do everything possible to cure her illness.