Can a Sickly Little Fool Be Spoiled, Too?

A pretty little fool has appeared in the old neighborhood.

Pale, quiet, thin and frail, he scavenges for food in the garbage.

Even when he's beaten, he doesn't cry. He just smiles foolishly at people, his voice soft and gentle.

The women in the alley sometimes give him a bowl of hot soup, and the security guard next door has chased off a few lecherous thugs for him. But that's all they can do.

Everyone shakes their head and sighs. "That child probably won't make it through the winter."

Who could have guessed that, on the eve of the first snowfall, a Maybach with a Beijing A license plate bearing consecutive numbers would roll across the frost-covered street?

The man who steps out of the car kneels in the cold wind and wraps the boy tightly in an expensive coat. His warm palm cups the boy's icy face, and his deep, cool voice trembles:

"...I found you."

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The next time people see that little fool, it's in a TV interview.

The pitiful little one has washed away the grime and stands before the camera.

His condition seems to have improved considerably. His starry eyes sparkle, making him more dazzling than any celebrity.

Behind him, the ruthless tycoon of Beijing, wealthy enough to rival a nation, watches over him like a guardian, waiting quietly.

The dust once looked down upon turns out to be someone's beloved treasure, lost and found again, too precious to touch.

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[Everyday sweetness and doting romance]

Gentle, domineering CEO gong x pitiful little one who is foolish at first but gets better later

Theme: A sweet little story