A Touch-Me-Not Became a Spirit

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Jiang Hanxiu is a sentient sensitive plant.

He spent a hundred years cultivating himself deep in the mountains, where he could absorb the essence of the sun and moon, only to be uprooted by a man on vacation and brought home to be planted on a balcony.

The man's name is Qin Su Xiao. He's an AI inventor who loves bringing plants home to raise.

After raising the plant for a while, Qin Su Xiao went on a business trip for a few days. When he came home, he found the sensitive plant had wilted.

He spoke softly to its yellowing leaves. "I'm sorry... I didn't take good care of you."

He was about to pull it out when the plant suddenly straightened its stem and swayed from side to side. "You awful human! Do you even know how to take care of a plant?"

Qin Su Xiao froze. "Am I dreaming...? The plant just spoke?"

He accepted in no time that he'd brought home a little spirit. But in the little plant's mind, being raised by someone was the same as having a parent.

So Jiang Hanxiu waved his leaves and called out brightly, "Daddy."

Twenty-six-year-old Qin Su Xiao became a father just like that, and his son was a plant.

Jiang Hanxiu thought the things his daddy made were junk.

The robot vacuum mistook him for trash and chased him around, trying to sweep him up.

The cooking robot mistook him for scallions and put him in the pan. It didn't listen when he told it to stop.

Even the special automatic watering device Qin Su Xiao made ran out of water. The little plant's leaves pushed and prodded it, but all he got were a few drops.

"The human world is so scary..."

The dying sensitive plant lay in its pot, thinking that if this went on, he'd end up as a dried-up plant sooner or later.

Then, when Qin Su Xiao came home from another business trip, he opened the front door and froze.

A boy was lying quietly on his side in the bedroom. He had delicate features, pale skin, and a few tiny green leaves in his hair. The room was filled with the fresh scent of grass.

"Who are you? What are you doing in my bed?"

Qin Su Xiao walked over in a daze and touched the tender leaves on the boy's head.

The boy's whole face turned bright red, and he hurriedly dodged. "Don't touch there... I'm poisonous!"

"You're the little plant?"

"Daddy, you almost let me die of thirst," Jiang Hanxiu complained softly.

Qin Su Xiao was silent for a long while before he finally rubbed his forehead and said, "...Don't call me that."

From then on, Qin Su Xiao lived like a father in every way but name. He taught Jiang Hanxiu how to get dressed, bathe, use a phone, and read and write. He always took him along when he went out, afraid that someone would trick his innocent, naive little plant.

He thought Jiang Hanxiu knew nothing about the human world.

Until one night, the sensitive plant secretly blossomed. The boy shyly leaned close to his ear, his breath carrying a sweet, floral scent. "Could you... let me reproduce seeds?"

Qin Su Xiao: "...!?"

Later, the seeds reproduced quickly. The soil in both the front and back gardens of Qin Su Xiao's villa was full of sensitive plants, all of them his children.

A clueless, adorable sensitive-plant shou x a gentle, fatherly human gong.

[A cozy, sweet domestic story about raising a young companion. 1v1, both are each other's first love and have no past partners. Mostly everyday life. The shou is set to be 18 after taking human form, and the gong is 26.]

Sensitive plants are poisonous. We don't recommend growing them.

[The AI inventor makes all kinds of intelligent AI machines. The occupation is made up for this story.]

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Powerful, gentle daddy gong x frail, sickly, well-behaved beauty shou. The gong is 11 years older.

Lu Shiying is mature and dependable, refined and cool-headed, and the crown prince of Jiangcheng. He owns assets worth hundreds of billions and is the sole heir to Shiying Group. He took over the company at sixteen and became its supreme authority.

Jiang Ci has had a blood-clotting disorder since childhood, which has left him frail. When he was five, his parents died in a plane crash, and he was left in the care of his elderly grandfather. He was always getting sick.

Jiang's father and Lu's father had once been brothers in arms, and Jiang's father had even saved Lu's father's life. So Lu's father asked his son to bring the child from the Jiang family into their home and raise him.

Lu Shiying was sixteen the first time he met him. The little one was only five.

"Daddy." The five-year-old hugged his leg. No wonder his name was Jiang Ci. He was as soft as a glutinous rice cake.

Lu Shiying crouched down and gently stroked the wispy hair on his head. The last time he'd seen the little one, he was only two. Now that he'd lost his closest family, he was truly pitiful. "Call me big brother."

Jiang Ci rubbed his little head against Lu Shiying's leg. "Daddy."

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Lu Shiying never expected a minor cut to send his little brother to the hospital. The child cried until he was a mess while he stayed in the hospital for medicine and injections. From then on, Lu Shiying began keeping a close eye on him.

The young master of the Lu family started learning to cook because he didn't want Jiang Ci eating food from outside.

The young master Lu, who had never lifted a finger around the house, personally bathed and dressed the little one and took him to school. He didn't trust anyone else to do it.

When the weather turned cold, Jiang Ci was wearing too little to class. Lu Shiying suddenly showed up at the school, and the principal came out personally to greet him. But all the young master Lu did was bring clothes and bundle his little brother into a heavy padded coat and scarf.

Jiang Ci's blood-clotting disorder meant he was often sick and had to take medicine, so he needed special care.

Lu Shiying assigned two bodyguards to follow the little one to and from class. They reported to President Lu around the clock.

Jiang Ci came home and stood beside the man. "Big brother, I want to learn taekwondo."

Lu Shiying looked at the tiny boy and worried he'd get hurt. "You can learn on the bed."

Jiang Ci: "??"

A week later, a custom-made, ten-meter-wide bed had been installed on the third floor of the villa. Jiang Ci's eyes went wide.

Lu Shiying held power over the world. Countless prominent families wanted to form marriage alliances with him, but no one knew how deep and calculating his thoughts were. He publicly declared that he would never marry.

Until the day Jiang Ci turned eighteen, when Lu Shiying announced to the world that this was his wife.

On their wedding night, Jiang Ci sat obediently beside him and asked, "Big brother, is it time to go to sleep now?"

Lu Shiying held his chin and looked him in the eye. "You called me the wrong thing."

Jiang Ci trembled and shrank back, calling out, "Daddy..."

Theme: Everything has a spirit. Please don't step on little plants. Take care of flowers and plants.