The Big Shot's Little Baby

“Mr. Huo, your little pet is crying again.” “Shut up. That’s your boss’s wife.” He is a domineering CEO with power enough to shake the whole city, and an aura that keeps strangers at a distance. He is a pure-hearted art student, as innocent as a blank sheet of paper, with enough tears to extinguish even the fiercest rage. At thirty-five, Huo Zhenting had never known what it meant to go soft, until the night of a torrential downpour, when he saw a frail figure behind a cash register, trembling with fear yet still fiercely guarding a few dozen yuan. The bright red handprint on the boy’s face felt like a slap against a heart that had never beaten before. Twenty-year-old Ruan Xiaomian only knew he had to fight to stay alive. The shadow of his parents’ deaths, bullying from classmates, and the hardships of working had taught him to bite his lip and cry in silence. But when that dangerous man from the rumors wrapped him in his coat, he felt the warmth of another person for the first time. “Come with me. No one in this city will dare lay a finger on you.” “B-but you’re the one touching my hair...” Huo Zhenting thought he was just taking in a canary to relieve his boredom, never realizing when he had started to: - Remember every food Ruan Xiaomian was allergic to - Personally put a silk sleep mask on the boy when he cried himself to sleep - Replace the sponsors of the entire art academy over a single complaint: “Someone at school laughed at me”