After being reborn, the school beauty's entire family knelt down to repent.

Chen Yitian grinned, revealing a set of teeth stained yellow by cigarette smoke: "Anyway, it's better for Ah to stay at home than to spend money here. One day in the hospital is enough for our family to eat meat for half a month."

"Dad, just focus on getting better. Don't worry about the money," Chen Ming said firmly.

Just then, the ward door was pushed open, and a fragrant breeze carrying a chill rushed in.

Zhang Lingqian wore a light yellow down jacket, like a delicate forsythia, adding a touch of brightness to the monotonous ward.

She carried a thermos and walked smilingly to Chen Yitian's bedside: "Uncle Chen, I made some chicken soup. Drink it while it's hot."

Chen Yitian took the thermos, a hint of warmth flashing in his cloudy eyes: "Lingqian, you've gone to so much trouble again. This child is so thoughtful."

He turned to look at Chen Ming: "If you were even half as considerate as Ling Qian, I'd be burning incense in gratitude."

Chen Ming cursed his father inwardly for bringing up such a sensitive topic, but outwardly he forced a helpless smile:

"Dad, please don't make fun of me. How can I compare to Lingqian? She's a well-known virtuous girl in the surrounding villages."

A blush crept onto Zhang Lingqian's cheeks as she gave Chen Ming a reproachful look: "Brother Chen Ming, you're just making fun of me." Her large, watery eyes were like two black grapes.

Just then, Li Yu arrived in a flurry, carrying large bags of nutritional supplements, and exclaimed loudly:

"Uncle Chen, I've come to see you! How are you feeling? Are you feeling any better?"

"Much better, much better." Chen Yitian grinned from ear to ear, and the ward suddenly became lively, as if it were a festival.

The discharge procedures were completed quickly. Chen Ming and Li Yu supported Chen Yitian on either side, while Zhang Lingqian carried the luggage and followed behind.

The group chatted and laughed, creating a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere.

However, as soon as he reached the hospital entrance, a familiar figure made Chen Ming's smile freeze instantly.

Zhao Rou was wearing a red wool coat, which made her skin look even whiter than snow, and her long, black hair was draped over her shoulders.

Like a blooming poppy, beautiful yet deadly.

She walked gracefully to Chen Ming, a charming smile playing on her lips:

"Chen Ming, I heard your father has been discharged from the hospital, so I came to see him."

Her voice was gentle and sweet, like poison coated in honey.

Chen Ming stared at her coldly, his eyes devoid of any warmth.

"No need, Zhao Rou, we don't need your pretense."

Zhao Rou's expression changed slightly, but she quickly regained her pitiful look:

"Chen Ming, are you still angry with me? I know I was wrong that day, I shouldn't have said those things to Zhang Lingqian, but I acted impulsively..."

As she spoke, tears streamed down her face like pearls falling from a broken string, causing those around her to feel a pang of heartache.

"Zhao Rou, stop pretending!" Zhang Lingqian couldn't stand it anymore, stepped forward, pointed at Zhao Rou's nose, and scolded her:

"You're such a scheming bitch! You deliberately framed me and even got Wang Mian to injure Uncle Chen. And you still have the nerve to play the victim here!"

Zhao Rou's face instantly turned ferocious. She glared fiercely at Zhang Lingqian and said through gritted teeth:

"Shut up! What right do you have to talk to me like that?!"

"Enough!" Chen Ming shouted sharply. He grabbed Zhang Lingqian, pulling her behind him protectively, and coldly stared at Zhao Rou.

"Zhao Rou, I'm warning you, stay away from us, or don't blame me for being impolite!"

Zhao Rou was startled by the coldness in his eyes. She took a few steps back, a venomous glint flashing in her eyes.

She bit her lip, turned and left, her red figure disappearing into the vast snowstorm.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, with goose-feather-like snowflakes fluttering down and quickly covering the ground with a thin layer of white snow.

"Finally out! This hospital smell is terrifying." Chen Yitian took a deep breath of the snow-laden air and felt like he had come back to life.

"You bet, being hospitalized is tough enough." Li Yu stuffed nutritional supplements into Chen Ming's hand.

"Uncle Chen, please take these to nourish your body."

"Oh dear, look at you, I've made you spend money again." Chen Yitian said politely, but he accepted the money honestly with a big smile on his face.

Zhang Lingqian, holding Chen Yitian's other arm, said softly:

"Uncle Chen, please be careful on the steps." She looked up at Chen Ming, her eyes filled with concern.

"Xiao Ming, the snow is really heavy," Chen Yitian remarked, gazing outside.

"A timely snowfall promises a bumper harvest; next year will definitely be a good one."

"Uncle Chen, just focus on getting better. Next year will definitely bring favorable weather and a bumper harvest!" Li Yu chimed in from the side.

"Thank you for your kind words, thank you for your kind words," Chen Yitian said cheerfully.

Chen Ming quickly ushered his father and Li Yu into a pre-arranged tricycle, while he pushed the luggage behind them.

He also told Zhang Lingqian to be careful on her way home.

On the way, Li Yu chattered on about the latest happenings in the village, keeping the atmosphere lively.

Back home, Chen Ming helped his father make the bed and boiled hot water for him to wash up.

After finishing all of this, he felt a wave of exhaustion.

Li Yu, on the other hand, acted as if nothing had happened, sitting on the kang (a heated brick bed) cracking melon seeds and occasionally cracking a few jokes.

"Xiaoming, go and rest for a while," Chen Yitian said, looking at his son with concern. "You look so tired."

"It's okay, Dad, I'm not tired." Chen Mingqiang cheered up. "I'll go cook. What would you like to eat?"

"Whatever, just do it your way." Chen Yitian smiled kindly.

Chen Ming went into the kitchen and began preparing dinner.

While chopping vegetables, he pondered the ins and outs of electric blankets.

A knock on the door interrupted Chen Ming's thoughts.

"Who is it?" Chen Ming wiped his hands, walked to the door, and opened it.

Zhang Lingqian stood outside the door, her clothes still covered in snowflakes, her cheeks red from the cold, and she was carrying a thermos in her hand.

"Brother Chen Ming, I cooked some porridge for Uncle Chen. Drink it while it's hot."

"Lingqian, why are you here again? In this snowy weather..." Chen Ming took the thermos, feeling a little touched.

"It's nothing, I'm going the same way." Zhang Lingqian smiled, a strange light flickering in her large, watery eyes.

"Come in and warm up." Chen Ming stepped aside to let Zhang Lingqian into the house.

After entering the room, Zhang Lingqian went straight to Chen Yitian's bedside, showing concern and care.

Chen Yitian had a very good impression of Zhang Lingqian, and kept praising her for being sensible and filial.

"Lingqian, you're such a good girl," Chen Yitian said with satisfaction, watching Zhang Lingqian's busy figure.

"Unlike my son, who just smiles like an idiot."

Zhang Lingqian smiled shyly: "Uncle Chen, please don't praise me. You saved me, and Brother Chen Ming even let me work at the fishpond. This is what I should do."

Chen Ming smiled helplessly. This old man really does side with whoever treats him well.

He ladled out a bowl of porridge and handed it to his father: "Dad, please try the porridge that Lingqian cooked."

Chen Yitian took a sip and exclaimed, "Mmm, delicious! Lingqian's cooking is really good!"