From a distance, Fu Chunyan called out cheerfully. Chu Junyu called her "Mommy" and Nangong Yehen "Daddy," and the simple villagers treated them as a real couple. Chu Lingwei smiled. "Did the child's father do some good deeds for the villagers?" "Yeah, he's fixing Grandpa Hu's roof right now. Grandpa Hu's house is so dilapidated that it leaks everywhere whenever it rains. He's got rheumatism, and the villagers want to build him a proper house, but they don't have the money." Mentioning Grandpa Hu, Fu Chunyan's face showed a hint of sadness. But thinking of Nangong Yehen personally fixing Grandpa Hu's roof, she grinned and gave Chu Lingwei a thumbs-up. "Lingwei, Mr. Nangong looks like a noble from a wealthy family, but he has no airs at all. He cares for us poor folks and personally helps us out. He even said that when he gets back, he'll send people to build us sturdy houses, so we won't have to worry about wind or rain anymore." Hearing this, Chu Lingwei's view of Nangong Yehen shifted. She used to think he was arrogant and aloof, like a city prince. His cold exterior certainly gave that impression. But she never expected he could be so approachable and... adorable. Yes, adorable. When he played with the kids, his joyful expression was even more charming than Chu Junyu's or Nangong Yichen's. Fu Chunyan kept praising Nangong Yehen in front of Chu Lingwei, making her feel embarrassed. When someone constantly sings praises about your husband in front of you, it's natural to feel shy. Since Nangong Yehen wasn't her husband, she felt even more awkward. She changed the subject and asked, "Where does Grandpa Hu live? I'd like to see him." He was the village doctor, yet he suffered from rheumatism, and even his roof repairs depended on the villagers. Chu Lingwei was curious—didn't Grandpa Hu have a son? Why did he choose to live here? This place was a forgotten corner of the world, remote and impoverished. Everyone here wanted to leave, yet he came here— "Eat your noodles first, and I'll take you after," Fu Chunyan said with a laugh. She put the dishes away and brought out the noodles for Chu Lingwei. "Lingwei, you're a miracle doctor! I took the medicine you prescribed yesterday, and last night my stomach wasn't bloated!" Fu Chunyan looked at Chu Lingwei, beaming with joy. "Keep taking it. I'll check your pulse again in a couple of days to completely cure you," Chu Lingwei said. Compared to Fu Chunyan's excitement, her expression remained calm. After finishing the noodles, Fu Chunyan led Chu Lingwei to Grandpa Hu's house. Before they reached it, they ran into Nangong Yehen returning. He and Huo Luan walked ahead, with the three children hopping and skipping behind them. "Where are you going?" Nangong Yehen asked, looking at Chu Lingwei. "Looking for you. Sister Chunyan said you were out doing good deeds early this morning. I wanted to see if you looked handsome doing good deeds," Chu Lingwei teased. Nangong Yehen tossed his head lightly, narcissistically saying, "I'm handsome all the time." "Is Grandpa Hu's roof fixed?" Nangong Yehen nodded. "It's fixed." Chu Lingwei stepped closer and carefully examined his complexion. "Mm, your color's back to normal. The wound should be almost healed." Her gaze swept over him, and she frowned slightly. "Didn't you go up to fix the roof? Why are you so clean?" Nangong Yehen smiled with interest, his eyes sparkling as he looked at her.