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

The old lady of the Lu family lived in the cold and desolate villa for a while. During this time, apart from Qiao Yue occasionally visiting, her grandchildren and daughter-in-law never came back.

She harbored a lot of resentment, but unexpectedly, Zhou Jingchen finally returned home that day.

At that moment, the old lady was sitting on the sofa drinking tea. The tea was too hot, which made her furious, and she kept scolding the maid who served the tea.

When she saw her grandson push the door open and come in, she put on a stern face.

"What? Are you here today to apologize to Grandma?"

Zhou Jingchen walked over, stood in front of her, stared at her, and didn't say anything.

"I've been hospitalized for so long, and you haven't come to see me even once. I've wasted my time taking care of you!"

Her hands trembled. "You embarrassed me in front of so many relatives and friends, and hurt Qiao Yue's feelings. This time, this matter will not be easily forgotten."

Seeing Zhou Jingchen's furrowed brows and apologetic expression, the old lady continued:

"Want Grandma to forgive you? Fine. You have to promise me you'll break up with that woman and get engaged to Qiao Yue. I'll forgive and forget the past, and you'll still be the Lu family's grandson, my most beloved grandson."

She sat upright in the center of the sofa, looking at him haughtily.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Jingchen suddenly sneered, "I'm not here to apologize today."

"I'm here to pack my things and leave this home forever."

"From this day forward, I am no longer a grandson of the Lu family. I have absolutely no connection with the Lu family!"

The old woman's prayer beads snapped instantly, slipping to the ground one by one. Her lips trembled as she asked, "What...what did you say?"

Lu Zhenting, who came out of the room, looked at his son in disbelief: "Jingchen, what are you doing?"

"Grandma, the prayer beads are broken. Even Heaven can't bear to see what you've done." His cold, stern gaze pierced the old woman like a knife. "A few years ago, the Wen family's daughter came to borrow money. Do you remember how you humiliated her and how you drove her away?"

Mentioning this, Zhou Jingchen felt another sharp pain in his heart. He closed his eyes briefly, his eyelashes trembling, and said, word by word:

"You know very well that the Wen family has been kind to me. Over the years, apart from Grandpa Zhou, the Wen family has been the best to me. They have spent a lot of money on me and devoted a lot of love and effort to me. They treat me like their own son."

"The Wen family is in trouble. Father Wen is seriously ill and lying in the hospital, yet you refuse to help him. As an elder of the Lu family, you are ungrateful. Wen Xi came to borrow money, only to be humiliated and scolded by you. You are disloyal!"

"My mother was a poor student. Because she received financial assistance from the Lu family when she was young, she fell in love with my father and got married. You used this as an excuse to suppress and torment her for twenty or thirty years."

"Xiao Bao is just a child who only wanted a pet of her own. That dog just nipped at your trouser leg, and you had it poisoned and its body dumped in the wilderness."

"And Aunt Zhang and Aunt Wang, so many honest and hardworking maids and nannies, which one hasn't suffered at your hands? Which one hasn't been made to cry and criticized by you?"

"Wearing Buddhist prayer beads on your wrist, yet harboring a heart of a serpent; even Buddha cannot save you!"

A barrage of words struck the old woman like sharp blades, each one precisely targeting her.

She was so angry that her face turned pale. Her hand, which was pointing at Zhou Jingchen, trembled uncontrollably. She squinted her eyes and cursed, "You, you... what a good grandson you are."

"Ha, do you think I care about this family? Do you think I care about being your grandson? I came back here when I was 18, and to tell you the truth, every second here is torture and suffocation. Every second I want to go back to Pingjiang."

Lu Zhenting stepped forward and shouted, "Jingchen, stop talking! Are you trying to anger your grandmother to death?"

Zhou Jingchen's forehead veins bulged as he continued through gritted teeth, "Grandma, you've ruined everything."

"I will marry no one but that girl in my life."

He lowered his long eyelashes, his voice forlorn, "Of course, she can never marry me again..."

"You'll be childless as soon as you see it." The last sentence was spoken while staring into the old woman's eyes, cold and resolute.

After saying that, Zhou Jingchen turned around and went into his room to pack his things.

The old lady outside was so angry that her blood pressure spiked. She rolled her eyes and slumped onto the sofa.

Lu Zhenting rushed to help while shouting for the nanny to call 120 for emergency medical assistance, and the living room was in complete chaos.

-

After leaving Lianghe, Wenxi returned to Dianzhou to pack up, bought an economy class ticket, and flew directly to Linshen.

The plane cruised smoothly at an altitude of 10,000 meters when a flight attendant walked quietly to her side and asked softly, "Are you Ms. Wenxi?"

Wenxi looked up and replied, "Yes, that's me."

"A VIP customer has upgraded your cabin here. Let me take you there."

Upgrade?

Wenxi looked bewildered as she followed the flight attendant toward the first-class area.

Only after she sat down did she see the person next to her clearly. Her eyes widened suddenly, and she quickly sat up straight, bowed, and said respectfully, "Teacher Liang."

Liang Yanting put down the financial newspaper in his hand and glanced at her sideways.

In the sweltering heat of July, she wore a blue French-style strapless top with a bow, paired with flowing white wide-leg pants. White sandals accentuated her slender ankles, and a light white lace ribbon wrapped around her neck. Her earrings were in the same shade of blue, making her look refreshingly eye-catching.

Despite not wearing any designer brands, her impeccable taste and figure make her even more beautiful and captivating than celebrities in magazines.

She wore light makeup, and her long, soft hair cascaded over her shoulders; she was a girl who evoked images of spring. She brought to mind bright sunshine, resilient vitality, delicate flowers, and pristine streams.

"You won a big prize, but you're not even willing to splurge on a first-class flight?" Liang Yanting teased her.

Wenxi gave an awkward laugh, "Did you upgrade my cabin?"

"Hmm," the man replied indifferently.

"Teacher Liang, thank you. Upgrading must cost a lot of money."

"I'm a lifetime member of this airline, so it doesn't cost me anything," the man chuckled. "Also, the competition is over, so you don't need to call me Teacher Liang."

"Mr. Liang?" Wenxi asked tentatively.

He smiled again, a gentle smile, with a mature and composed air about him.

Wen Xi smiled and solemnly thanked him: "Mr. Liang, thank you for your guidance before the competition."

"You're welcome. You have the ability and quick comprehension, so winning the championship is only natural."

Are you also going to Linshen?

"Yes, my company is over there." Liang Yanting's voice was deep and mellow. "Your collaboration with Jinxiufang, and all subsequent filming work, will also be done in Linshen."

"That's so convenient." Wenxi's eyes crinkled into a smile.

The two chatted casually about the collaboration with Jinxiufang, but soon, weariness crept over them.

Wenxi leaned back in the large, soft chair, her eyelids heavy, and soon drifted off to sleep.

Liang Yanting glanced up and saw her sleeping soundly. He gently beckoned the flight attendant over and whispered a few words of advice.

Soon, the flight attendant brought a thin blanket and gently draped it over the girl.

After getting off the plane, the two walked side by side, chatting as they went. Just as they reached the airport exit, a group of media reporters carrying cameras and microphones suddenly swarmed around them.

All the cameras were pointed at the two of them, and the sound of camera shutters clicking filled the air as countless microphones were brought up in an instant.

"Ms. Wen, now that you've won the Luoshen Cup, what's the first thing you want to say?"

"Ms. Wen, are you and Mr. Liang returning to Lin'an together to begin a deeper collaboration with Jinxiufang?"

"Five major brands have already offered you endorsement deals. Are you interested in signing a contract?"

"During the finals, you accidentally cut your ankle. Was it an accident or a deliberate act? How long did you rehearse that winning dance?"