Mr. Wen’s Little Sweetheart

No medical expertise here, and this story contains certain elements, so please don't attack me if they're not to your taste. The story is purely for my personal enjoyment. Mwah!

Wen Qiao is the youngest female CEO in the capital's business world, worth tens of billions and known for her ruthless decisiveness.

One evening, after her parents had nagged her about marriage until her head hurt, she found a gorgeous man in the landscaping of an upscale neighborhood.

He was six foot two, with skin that seemed to glow and features too beautiful to look real. He was filthy and covered in wounds, though, like the whole world had abandoned him.

Even stranger, this man in his late twenties spoke in a babyish voice. He couldn't use a spoon or get dressed by himself, and when he was hurt, he would only curl up and say, "Yiyi's good."

His name was Shen Zhiyi, the orphaned heir of the Shen family's main branch. As a child, he had watched his parents die in a fire, and his mental development had stopped at a toddler's level. His second uncle's family treated him like a dog.

Wen Qiao had no idea what had come over her. Maybe it was how cute his cheeks puffed up while he ate. Maybe it was how desperately he leaned against her fingers. Or maybe his words, "Big Sis, don't hit me. Big Sis, give me food," had touched her heart.

In any case, she brought him home and decided to take care of him herself.

When she bathed him, fed him the noodles she'd made, or let him sleep in her arms, he'd unconsciously murmur, "Big Sis smells so nice."

Wen Qiao thought, This isn't a nuisance I've picked up. It's a treasure.

Little fool, don't cry. Big Sis will protect you. No one can take you away.