Can a Cannon Fodder Little Blind Boy Be Coveted Too?

Song Jianshen thought fulfilling his grandfather's last wish and taking care of the Luo family's child, Luo Xuerong, would be a real hassle.

That was before he brought him home.

Luo Xuerong was pretty, blind, and quiet. Even when he scraped his hand, he didn't cry or fuss.

Song Jianshen found himself feeling a rare pang of sympathy. Keeping a pretty doll around wouldn't be so bad.

But one day, Luo Xuerong twisted his ankle and fell into his arms.

Song Jianshen was about to help him up when Luo Xuerong coldly pushed him away and walked off.

The butler looked heartbroken. "Poor child. He hurt his ankle and still wouldn't let anyone help. You really should look after him."

After much thought, Song Jianshen decided to be a good person for once. He brought some ointment to the bedroom door.

Then he heard a muffled voice from inside: "He wears suits every day, but who knew he'd have such an amazing body? Eight-pack abs, drool!"

Song Jianshen: ?

At a reception, Luo Xuerong stared so intently at the little cakes on the table that he nearly got knocked over by a waiter.

Luckily, he dodged at the last second with a nimble sidestep.

Whew, that was close.

The waiter gave him a puzzled look.

Oh no!!

Song Jianshen had just started smiling, waiting to see how Luo Xuerong would handle it.

The next second, Luo Xuerong clutched a wineglass and flopped straight into his chest, spilling wine all over him.

He could even feel the little hand taking the opportunity to feel his abs again.

Song Jianshen: ...

Luo Xuerong lowered his pretty little face, looking utterly innocent. "S-sorry... I can't see because I'm blind. I didn't know where I was going. Sob..."

He cried beautifully, but it was all an act.

A vein throbbed in Song Jianshen's forehead.

No, your eyes aren't blind.

I'm the blind one, for not seeing how good an actor you are.

*

Song Jianshen developed a new hobby: watching Luo Xuerong pretend to be blind every day.

He had to admit, it was pretty entertaining. And cute, too.

With his pretty face, Luo Xuerong acted all frail and helpless in front of Song Jianshen, unable to walk straight. The moment he turned away, he strode along briskly and could wander around with his best friend for ten blocks without getting tired.

During the day, he'd sit in the study and pitifully run his fingers over a book, while secretly playing games on the phone hidden beneath it.

Luo Xuerong was always using his fake blindness as an excuse to cop a feel, but Song Jianshen didn't mind.

If he wanted to pretend to be blind, let him.

Whether he was really blind or not, Song Jianshen could pamper him and keep him safe in the palm of his hand.

*

Luo Xuerong transmigrated into a book.

Good news 1: He's the real young master, doted on, spoiled, and just brought back home.

Bad news: He's a blind little cannon fodder.

Good news 2: The blindness is an act.

The real young master is stupid and nasty. He causes trouble while pretending to be blind, then ends up truly blind, with one leg broken, and reduced to begging on the street.

Thinking about how it would all end, Luo Xuerong shed a tear of pity for himself.

He absolutely wasn't going to cause trouble.

And it seemed he'd have to keep pretending to be blind for now.

But the longer he kept it up... why did it feel like there was always a chill down his back?

One day, Luo Xuerong ended up lying beside a man.

He lowered his head and was so startled his scalp went numb.

...That's a person. O.O

Luo Xuerong trembled. "I... I'm a little scared."

"There, there. Don't be scared." The man smiled and stroked his head.

"But... sweetheart, can't you see?"

Luo Xuerong: .

Cute, silly, pretty boy x powerful man obsessed with pretty boys

Plot idea saved on 2026.6.15

Thesis: We must strive ceaselessly to strengthen ourselves