Chapter 3: Melting Hearts! The Little Cutie is Too Sweet

Shen Zhiyue and the child exchanged glances.

The child, who had been shivering in the snow just moments ago, was now back in the villa, warming up. The snow and ice on his body melted into water, dripping onto the sofa.

Seeing Shen Zhiyue glance his way, the child pressed his lips together and struggled to get off the sofa.

But his legs had gone numb from kneeling for so long, and he couldn’t stand steadily. Shen Zhiyue quickly went over and lifted him up.

The child’s eyes widened slightly but he didn’t resist, obediently nestling into Shen Zhiyue’s arms.

“What are you trying to get down for?” Shen Zhiyue asked, looking down and noticing through the frayed collar the child’s chest, which was covered in intersecting whip marks. The bruises were vivid—some old, some new—creating a shocking sight.

Shen Zhiyue, though not a saint, had never taken his anger out on children, especially not such a cute child! The previous owner was truly heartless.

The child shrank back a little, seemingly afraid of him, and after a long pause, whispered, “I was afraid I’d dirty the sofa. I would get beaten.”

Shen Zhiyue: “……”

This is heartbreaking.

He first carried the child to the closet, intending to find him some thicker clothes. But as soon as he stepped inside, he was stunned by the sheer luxury of the space.

In his previous life, as a top-tier superstar and actor, Shen Zhiyue’s own closet hadn’t been this lavish.

This wasn’t just a closet; it was more like an exhibition hall of luxury goods. There were wooden racks lined with luxury watches, some of which Shen Zhiyue didn’t even recognize, all looking incredibly luxurious.

There were also rows of various shoes.

Clothes hung on over a dozen racks, and Shen Zhiyue noticed that even different color variations of the same style were all there. The original owner hadn’t spared any shade. There were countless brand-name bags, both masculine and neutral styles, overwhelmingly dazzling. The entire collection was worth hundreds of millions.

Shen Zhiyue’s eyes nearly gleamed as he walked around this treasure trove.

Who needed alimony when you could live comfortably for ten lifetimes just by selling off everything in this closet?

The child stood next to him, looking up.

Shen Zhiyue quickly snapped out of it, crouched down in front of the child, and said, “Ahem, there are too many clothes here. Can you try to find your clothes yourself?”

The child frowned. “I don’t have any other clothes. You said before that boys should be raised frugally.”

Shen Zhiyue had lost count of how many times he had been left speechless today, but by now, he was getting used to it. He walked deeper into the closet, selecting a few thicker clothes to change the child into.

As Shen Zhiyue reached out to undress the child, the child suddenly blushed, slapped Shen Zhiyue’s hand in agitation, and shouted!

Both Shen Zhiyue and the child were startled.

The original owner had lived a pampered life after marrying Jiang Huizhou, and his skin was delicate and fair, so the slap left a reddish imprint.

The child’s eyes were filled with fear, his entire body tense, like a little lamb waiting to be slaughtered in a pen.

Shen Zhiyue asked, “Do you want to dress yourself?”

The child’s expression shifted slightly, and after several minutes, once he was sure Shen Zhiyue wasn’t going to punish him, he finally relaxed a little.

In the past, whenever Shen Zhiyue had approached him like this, it had been to hit him, so his reaction had been one of self-defense.

To his surprise, Shen Zhiyue simply nodded, placed the clothes in his hands, and instructed, “First, take off your wet clothes, then take a hot bath. Wear my clothes for now, and later, I’ll take you to buy some properly fitting clothes, okay?”

The child hesitated and then nodded.

He was strikingly handsome, and his eyes were like plump grapes, large and bright. At first glance, they looked pitch black, but there was a golden-violet ring around his pupils. His face still had a touch of baby fat, making him look extremely cute.

Shen Zhiyue unconsciously gave in to an impulsive urge and reached out to touch the boy's face.

The child's body tensed up immediately, but this time, he seemed to be trying his hardest to endure it.

So Shen Zhiyue managed to pinch his chubby little cheek. "Oh, so adorable! Come here, my sweetie, let Daddy give you a big kiss… mwah mwah mwah…"