The sickly little one was adopted by a wealthy foreigner and became a favorite.

The little guy was overwhelmed by his past memories. He couldn't hear Ross's words. His silky black hair was loose, and his eyelashes drooped like a dying moth.

His thin body was curled up on the floor, his pale skin and arms were exposed between his black hair, and fine beads of sweat remained on his exposed neck from the struggle, the glint of sweat shining between Wu Tu's neck and collarbone.

When Ross saw Wu Tu in this state, his pupils contracted for a moment, like an animal seeing its desired prey, revealing vertical pupils as it scrutinized him carefully.

Examining such a beautiful yet fragile life.

Ross finally understood why Ulva received so much favor.

With the little guy's current appearance and temperament, he's already enough to make people swoon, not to mention what he'll be like when he's fully matured.

There's a reason why Cyrus treasures him like a precious gem.

Moreover, the little creature looked beautiful yet frail, like a pretty candle that could be extinguished at any moment.

It will evoke sympathy from others, but it will also give rise to many other thoughts...

But Rose remained clear-headed.

He was only momentarily confused before he remembered his identity.

Ross waved away the bodyguards, his tone softer than ever before.

He tried to coax and comfort the little guy, imitating Cyrus's actions, and managed to pull him up.

Wu Tu's pupils dilated. Hearing Ross's tone, he instinctively thought his father had arrived and obediently nestled on Ross's lap.

It wasn't until the unfamiliar perfume on Ross that the little guy came to his senses and suddenly recognized the face of the person holding him.

Seeing that it wasn't his father, the little guy immediately became alert and broke free, leaving Ross standing there with his arms outstretched.

Unbeknownst to Wutu, Ross didn't immediately withdraw his hand after seeing him leave. Instead, he concealed the regret in his eyes, then knelt on one knee before him, taking out a handkerchief and handing it to Wutu.

"I apologize for my rudeness. I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm sorry."

Seeing Ross's friendly attitude, Wu Tu finally relaxed and shook her head apologetically: "No, I overreacted... I..."

Ross immediately understood what Wu Tu meant.

The little guy had suffered such trauma before, which is why he reacted with stress to similar situations.

If Ross didn't understand why Utopia was so beloved by so many people before, he now doesn't understand why such a cute little creature would be hurt.

Seeing this, Ross immediately told his assistant to bring over a box he had treasured and handed it to Wu Tu:

"This is not your fault. It's all because I didn't think it through properly. This is not gentlemanly behavior, so I want to apologize to you. This is an apology gift."

The little guy stared blankly as he took the box and opened it, only to be stunned by the sight of a box full of expensive diamonds.

"This is too valuable..."

He looked at Ross helplessly, wanting to refuse.

But Ross insisted that he accept it: "It's just some small collection of mine. If you don't want to accept it, then I'll have to go to your house and formally apologize to you."

The little guy had no choice but to agree, but he couldn't accept it for nothing. After learning that Ross wanted him to cook, Wu Tu agreed.

But before cooking, the little guy sat down at the desk and asked Ross to hold out his hand.

Ross didn't understand what the little guy was going to do, but he still trusted Wu Tu unconditionally and reached out his hand.

The little guy placed his wrist up on the table, then pressed two fingers on Ross's pulse, felt for a while, and finally asked tentatively:

"Besides feeling nauseous at the sight of food, do you also suffer from insomnia?"

Ross: "? How did you know I had insomnia?"

Wu Tu said, "Loss of appetite is usually caused by weak spleen and stomach, stagnation of liver qi, and internal damp-heat. You always look unhappy, so you must be under a lot of pressure."

"So you'll also frequently experience headaches, irritability, stomach aches..."

Ross was unaware that traditional Chinese medicine existed in China; he simply stared at Wutu with surprise.

"Wait a minute!? You really do know magic, don't you? You didn't use any equipment to scan my body, nor did you look at my medical records. How can you be so sure about my condition?"

Wu Tu: "How can I explain this to you? In Traditional Chinese Medicine, we can differentiate syndromes..."

These diagnoses are the wisdom of our ancestors from thousands of years ago.

As for Wu Tu, he had only learned a little bit from reading books, and he deduced it because his situation was similar to Ross's.

"Besides, I'm not a professional; I just learned a little bit by reading the medical books left at home."

"I won't treat your illness; I just want to cook you medicinal meals to regulate your spleen and stomach."

After explaining slowly, the little guy didn't want to face the way Ross looked at him like he was an ancient elf. He buried his head in writing down a list of the medicinal dishes Ross needed and told Ross to prepare them.

Then the little guy messaged Cyrus and his dad, obediently reporting his whereabouts.

When the little guy took a picture with Rose from a terrible angle and sent it to Cyrus's phone, Cyrus let out a sharp, explosive sound:

"My brother!! Ross, I'll kill you!!!"

Cyrus skipped class and ran out of the classroom right in front of the professor, speeding towards Ross's dormitory on his motorcycle.

But when he nervously knocked on the door and said to Ross:

"I brought the key to my family's access. With this, you can move freely within the Winston family. You can use this to get my brother back, right? You can't kill him."

He did not receive an immediate response from Ross.

Cyrus could only imagine all sorts of scenarios where the little guy would be harmed, and he nervously looked up.

But when he looked closer, he realized:

At this moment, Wu Tu stood to the side, leisurely processing the medicinal herbs, while Ross and his bodyguard sat on small stools, helping him peel garlic.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem like the little guy is at a disadvantage.

Moreover, even though they were in a foreign country and in a luxuriously decorated detached house, Cyrus managed to discern what it meant to be down-to-earth from the black rabbit's actions.

When the black cat saw Cyrus, it gave him a bright smile:

"Brother, you've come at the right time. We're just one more person needed to make the filling."

Cyrus: ...

Cyrus was at a loss for words. He was in a daze as he took the pot of something that looked like medicine or mud from the black cat. He could only obediently follow the black cat's instructions to stir it and then knead it into a ball.

Ross, standing next to him, glanced at him and explained:

"Don't misunderstand, Wu Tu is my important nutritionist. I won't hurt him, and of course I won't kidnap him."

"I need him. He is the most important person in my life right now."

Cyrus: "...I'm warning you, don't touch him. And don't even think about anything else. He's my brother, and also Father's most beloved child."

"He has a family; you can't take him away from him."

Ross said, "Of course I will respect his own opinion."

"He's someone I value, someone who could save me. How could I possibly have thoughts of wanting to take him away?"