A Disabled Alpha’S Guide To Being Loved Chapter 12

Chapter 12 Wei Zhi’s original intention Back home, Wei Zhi insisted on washing himself…

After returning home, Wei Zhi insisted on taking a shower by himself. After Cheng Cheng washed up, he went back to his room and lay down.

The bedside lamp turned on a warm yellow circle, and he took out his mobile phone. The moment the screen lit up, Su Xiaohe’s WeChat message popped up first.

The message was long and there was a hint of patience between the lines.

Su Xiaohe detailed the benefits of going to college, saying that after graduation, she would have more choices, and that she would be able to earn the respect of others with her abilities. At the end, she softened and apologized, adding that she was too hasty during the day and was speaking too hastily. She never meant to blame him.

Cheng Cheng stared at the words for half a minute, his fingertips hovering over the input box, and finally pressed the lock screen.

Cheng Cheng didn’t want to reply to the message. He put his arm on his forehead and thought. The lines on the ceiling were blurred in front of his eyes, but his mind was very clear.

Of course, what he was avoiding was not Su Xiaohe, so what exactly was it?

The phone vibrated twice more. It was a message from Wei Zhi, “Can you help me blow dry my hair? My hands are a little inconvenient (wry smile)”. Cheng Cheng got up and went upstairs.

There was a faint scent of mint floating in Wei Zhi’s room. It must have been because he had just taken a shower. Mixed with water vapor, it penetrated into his nose and inexplicably dispelled some of the stagnation in his heart.

Cheng Cheng sniffed subconsciously, looking for the smell of alcohol, but the tip of his nose circled around, only the refreshing smell of mint.

He suddenly came back to his senses, and his ears burned instantly. What was wrong with smelling other people’s pheromones?Too perverted.

Cheng Cheng composed himself, walked to the bathroom door, and knocked on the door: “Can I come in?”

“Well, it’s unlocked.” Wei Zhi opened the door, and Cheng Cheng saw his left arm hanging down.

Wei Zhi obviously noticed it and tried to raise his arm to demonstrate. His upper arm was tense and his muscles were trembling slightly, but his forearm was only raised halfway and lost strength. He curled his lips helplessly: “Look, we are on strike today, and I have to trouble you again.”

Cheng Cheng picked up the hair dryer on his lap and smiled: “I was originally working for you.”

Amidst the buzzing sound of the hair dryer, Cheng Cheng ran his fingers through Wei Zhi’s soft black hair, and the warm wind wrapped the hair and swept over his fingertips. He was afraid of burning the other person, so he moved very gently. Cheng Cheng concentrated on blowing Wei Zhi’s hair.

The fingertips brushed across his scalp and felt the slightest itching. Wei Zhi flinched almost imperceptibly. He looked at Cheng Cheng with his head lowered in the mirror.

The young man’s skin is light wheat-colored, and his arms under the short sleeves are a bit thin, but you can see the faint muscle lines, which rise and fall with the movements of the arms, revealing the unique vitality of the young man.

Wei Zhi’s right hand gently touched his left hand, and his voice was like a gust of wind blowing from the window: “Xiao Cheng, do you know what my original intention was to start a company after I was injured?”

Cheng Cheng was a little surprised that Wei Zhi would tell him this. He thought about it, looked at Wei Zhi’s indifferent expression, and became a little bolder: “Is it because of the unfinished regrets of his past star career?”

Wei Zhi looked at him in surprise: “Many people think so, but they don’t dare to tell me face to face. But no, I just wanted to provide a job for the disabled at the beginning.”

“Many disabled people can only rely on the savings of their parents or the first half of their lives for the rest of their lives. They can’t find a job at all. The jobs of the Disabled Persons’ Federation basically only recruit people with mild disabilities, and some even have only a slight disadvantage. However, it is not enough for disabled people to rely on subsidies and savings alone. There are many complications that come with disability. Without treatment fees and nursing fees, they will be dead.”

“After I founded Zhiyu, I signed the first batch of disabled people. I brought them into the Internet, provided them with shooting equipment, and let them embark on the path of self-media. Sometimes I would also find them some disabled characters needed for TV series and movies, so that their lives gradually became more comfortable.”

The hair has been dried and the sound of the hair dryer has stopped. Cheng Cheng is still holding the hair dryer, keeping his hand raised and looking at Wei Zhi blankly.

Those words just now sent ripples in his heart. He had never seen Wei Zhi like this. He was not the glamorous star on TV, nor the gentle boss in ordinary times, but a “fellow traveler” who was a little stubborn and wanted to help others.

Wei Zhi touched his dry hair with satisfaction and turned the wheelchair around: “Xiao Cheng, are you shocked by me?”

Cheng Cheng quickly put the hair dryer in the cabinet: “I think you are excellent, I am really shocked.”

Wei Zhi looked at his busy movements, and suddenly, he gently held his wrist and rubbed it: “So Xiaocheng, I told you the reason why I started a company. Can you tell me the reason why you don’t want to go to college? Maybe I can help you analyze it based on my experience, or we can just chat casually like friends.”

“Friends…” Cheng Cheng repeated in a low voice, feeling as if something had hit him lightly in his heart.

Wei Zhi raised his eyebrows: “Aren’t we friends? Don’t you want me as a rich friend?”

“Of course I do!” Cheng Cheng was afraid that he would think differently, “We are friends.”

It’s just that the gap between these friends is too big. One is the boss of a company, and the other is a wage earner who makes a living by “fake marriage”. He feels a little guilty even if he says it out loud.

“Then why can’t you tell me?” Wei Zhi followed suit.

“Because…” Cheng Cheng scratched his hair, “Oh, because I don’t know why. I just have strong thoughts but can’t figure it out.”

Wei Zhi operated the wheelchair and slowly swayed to the bedside, looking a little regretful: “Okay, can you tell me first when Xiao Cheng has an idea?”

“Yeah.” Cheng Cheng nodded heavily, “I’ll tell you first.”

“Have you forgotten by then, the one who first told you about it, or the friend named Su Xiaohe? Then I will be very sad.” Wei Zhi asked again.

“Of course not! Look, I didn’t tell Xu Zhiping about our fake marriage.” Cheng Cheng laughed awkwardly.

Wei Zhi looked at his embarrassed look, and the smile in his eyes deepened: “Actually, it doesn’t matter if you want to say it.”

He paused and added, “But we can only say that we are really married. If you need my help to prove it, that’s fine.”

Cheng Cheng felt warm in his heart and couldn’t help but sigh that Wei Zhi was too considerate and he was really lucky to have such a good boss.

Cheng Cheng waved his hands quickly and blushed: “No, no, it’s useless if they know. Just keep it a secret.”

Wei Zhi smiled: “It’s getting late today. You should go to bed early. I can clean up the bathroom.”

Cheng Cheng returned to his room with enthusiasm still in his heart. Unexpectedly, Wei Zhi’s original intention of opening the company was to help the disabled, which was completely different from his idea.

I wonder if his fake marriage to me had another secret, and it wasn’t to evade the single tax as he originally thought.

Wei Zhi, Cheng Cheng called this name in his heart, what kind of person are you?

Wei Zhi didn’t go out for the next few days and stayed at home quietly to work. Cheng Cheng naturally felt very good. At least he would no longer go out to socialize, drink, or do things that were not good for his health.

At dinner time, at the dinner table, Cheng Cheng was in front of a bowl of freshly cooked rice, while Wei Zhi’s seat was actually filled with two large bowls of solid white rice placed side by side. The portion was almost four times his usual size.

Cheng Cheng asked worriedly: “Aunt Lan, did you really finish eating so much?”

Aunt Lan sighed: “There’s nothing we can do. Dr. Zhuang specifically told me that my husband usually eats too little. If he doesn’t take more supplements, he won’t be given more rehabilitation training.”

“Additional training?” Cheng Cheng raised his eyes suddenly, unable to hide his surprise in his tone, “If sir, he would train basically every night if he is free, why do you need additional training? Rehabilitation is not something that can be accomplished overnight.”

Aunt Lan shook her head, with a look of helplessness on her face: “I don’t know. As workers, we can only give you a few words of advice, but once Mr. makes up his mind, he won’t be able to pull back ten cows.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the elevator dinged softly. Wei Zhi pushed his wheelchair out slowly. When he saw the two people looking at each other, he joked: “I will eat more than you from now on. Do you think I eat too much?”

Cheng Cheng placed his chopsticks and looked at Wei Zhi with his round black and white eyes: “It’s not that it’s too much. If you eat so much at once, your stomach won’t be able to bear it.”

Wei Zhi lowered his eyes and glanced at the pile of rice in front of him, lightly touched the edge of the bowl with his fingertips, and said in a firm voice, “You have to eat even if you can’t.”

Isn’t it torturing yourself if you continue to eat when you’re full?Cheng Cheng felt panicked, but he didn’t dare to say anything.

The dishes were cooked brightly, and the dishes on the table were rich. The braised hairtail was wrapped in a shiny sauce, the steamed scallops and vermicelli had a delicious aroma of garlic, the baby cabbage in sour soup was appetizing, and the pork ribs and corn soup were mellow, all exuding an alluring aroma, but Cheng Cheng was a little confused about the taste.

When Wei Zhi ate the bottom of the first bowl, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead. It was obvious that he had reached the end of the bowl, but he didn’t take a breath and reached out to pick up the second bowl.

Probably because his left hand is still not very flexible, he specially wore rehabilitation gloves to help stretch his fingers. Even holding a bowl to eat became part of his rehabilitation.

Wei Zhi’s fingertips trembled slightly, but he still mechanically scooped the rice into his mouth. Every time he swallowed, his Adam’s apple rolled a little stiffly.Cheng Cheng sat opposite, his heart pounding as he watched, fearing that he would vomit in the next second.

After finally swallowing the last bite of food, Wei Zhi untied the recovery glove. As soon as his fingers relaxed, he curled up slightly uncontrollably.He leaned on the back of the chair and relaxed for a while, then his tense shoulders slowly slumped down, and his face became a little pale.

Aunt Cheng Chenglan put the dishes into the dishwasher and saw Wei Zhi milling around the sofa in the living room. His eyes seemed to be measuring the dimensions, scanning the armrests and backrests of the sofa inch by inch, as if he was studying some precision instrument.

When Wei Zhi saw Cheng Cheng coming out of the kitchen, he raised his hand to signal him to come over: “Xiao Cheng, sit on the sofa.”

Cheng Cheng sat on the sofa obediently and looked at Wei Zhi doubtfully: “That’s it?”

“Yes.” Wei Zhi nodded and controlled the wheelchair to park beside the sofa. “Help me, and I’ll sit next to you.”

Cheng Cheng quickly stood up and reached out to hold his arm.Wei Zhi put his hands on the armrests of the wheelchair, and with a slight push of strength, he moved his body to the sofa.Cheng Cheng carefully helped him lean back until his back hit the back of the sofa, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

But within two minutes of sitting there, Wei Zhi frowned again, as if he felt his posture was wrong: “Xiao Cheng, bring over the waist pad, I want to sit up straighter.”

Cheng Cheng quickly went to get a waist pad and put it on his waist. Looking at his satisfied look, he didn’t understand why he did this.

Could it be that Wei Zhi also wants to experience his own sofa, which cost more than 100,000 yuan and was customized from abroad?

Wei Zhi touched his legs that were leaning sideways, thoughtfully, and soon asked Cheng Cheng to help him get the leg straps.

Cheng Cheng handed over the straps and watched him fix his legs bit by bit until the sitting posture became standard and almost rigid.

The sofa was soft and Wei Zhi couldn’t sit firmly. Cheng Cheng could only put his arm against his side and gently support his arm to prevent him from falling over.Their arms were very close to each other, and the body temperature coming from under the cloth could be clearly felt.

Cheng Cheng’s ears quietly became warm and moved uncomfortably.

Wei Zhi obviously noticed his stiffness. He glanced sideways at him and said calmly: “Xiao Cheng, hold my arm. This will save you some effort.”

Cheng Cheng was stunned for a moment, then whispered “Oh”, raised his hand and gently held his arm. His fingertips touched his thin home clothes, and he could vaguely touch the warm skin underneath, and his heart beat a little faster.

Aunt Lan happened to come out of the room and paused when she saw their slightly intimate gesture. She couldn’t help but smile and said: “Oh, sir, you are handsome, and Xiao Cheng is handsome. If you two change into suits, you can go and take wedding photos.”

Cheng Cheng didn’t dare to speak. The fact was that they had already taken wedding photos.

Wei Zhi heard this and leaned towards Cheng Cheng again, and answered seriously: “Oh? Really? Let’s try to take a photo next time.”

Cheng Cheng’s face was as red as a ripe tomato, and he tightened his grip on Wei Zhi’s thin home clothes.

After sitting like this for a while, beads of sweat gradually appeared on Wei Zhi’s forehead, and his face became paler than before.

Cheng Cheng took out a piece of paper to wipe his sweat and whispered: “The sofa is too soft. Sitting for too long will be bad for your waist. You’d better sit in a wheelchair.”

“Hold on a little longer.” Wei Zhi raised his hand and patted the back of his hand, with a bit of comfort in his tone, “I’m fine.”

After about ten minutes, Wei Zhi’s lips began to turn white, his upper body swayed slightly, and his breathing became heavier: “Xiao Cheng, I have no strength, please carry me to the wheelchair.”

Cheng Cheng quickly and carefully helped him move back to the wheelchair, and watched him lean on the back of the chair before heaving a sigh of relief.

Wei Zhi calmed down, put his hands on the familiar armrests of the wheelchair, showed his usual smile, and said to him: “I will go upstairs to rest for a while. When Dr. Zhuang comes, ask her to go directly to the third floor to find me.”

“Okay.”

Cheng Cheng looked at Wei Zhi’s leaving figure and could only see half of his slightly tilted head, knowing that he must have been trying to be brave just now.

Zhuang Qian came very early today. Different from usual, she also pulled a large suitcase half a person’s height.

Cheng Cheng looked at the box and felt a little confused.Will Dr. Zhuang stay today?

Probably seeing his doubts, Zhuang Qian was in a good mood today and rarely took the initiative to explain: “Wei Zhi wants to increase the intensity of training. This is a newly developed auxiliary device in our research center. I will give it to him to try.”

“A new auxiliary device?” Cheng Cheng’s brows instantly furrowed, with worry in his tone, “Is it dangerous if I give something that has not yet been put into use to my husband? Isn’t it dangerous to treat him like…”

“Treat him as a guinea pig?” Zhuang Qian raised his eyebrows and interrupted him, “You work for him, so you care about him. But you can’t control this matter. Wei Zhi himself stalked him and asked for it. I can’t persuade him. That guy is as stubborn as an old cow.”

After saying that, she didn’t talk to Cheng Cheng anymore and pushed the big suitcase into the elevator.

Cheng Cheng stood there, still thinking about Zhuang Qian’s words in his mind.

Wei Zhi?Old cow?This wonderful metaphor made him stunned for a while, and then he realized belatedly: In order to increase his training, my husband was even willing to use this kind of equipment that he had never tried before…

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