What Do You Mean, Little Fool? That's My Wife

Everyone in A City's high society knew that Shen Cian, the young master of the Shen family, was an idiot.

A high fever when he was three had damaged his brain, leaving his mind forever stuck at the age of three. Yet the heavens had given him every other blessing. The Shen family was the richest in A City, and everyone in the family treated him like a precious treasure, afraid he might melt if they held him in their mouths. Whenever he went out, they would have loved to send a whole platoon of bodyguards with him.

Su Anyi, the only son of the Su family, had been a clever little rascal since childhood. He was devilishly handsome, and his mouth was wicked too. He flirted with everyone he met, a walking hormone factory. But his one pleasure in life was teasing the little fool next door.

"Cian, be a good boy and call me big brother."

Shen Cian blinked his clear, innocent eyes and called out in a childish voice, "Big brother!"

Su Anyi grinned like a cat that had stolen a fish, leaned in, and kissed his cheek. "What a good boy. Big brother will give you a candy as a reward."

The people nearby stared in disbelief. Since when had the young master of the Su family ever been so patient with anyone?

Then, at some point, the way Su Anyi looked at Shen Cian started to change. That wasn't how you looked at a childhood friend. It was the way a wolf looked at its meat.

Someone asked him, "Young Master Su, what exactly do you think of that little fool from the Shen family?"

Su Anyi leisurely lit a cigarette. His peach-blossom eyes narrowed through the smoke, and he smiled, roguish and wicked.

"What little fool? He's the wife I've raised since childhood."