A charming widow in her 70s married a factory manager and raised his children.

Despite the impending downpour, Lu Congyue was lost in thought on the rooftop.

Zhuang Qingxiang looked up anxiously.

The air was thick with the scent of impending rain, indicating that the downpour would be heavy. Director Lu shouldn't waste time here; he should hurry home.

Despite her repeated attempts to persuade him, Lu Congyue ignored her.

Having no other choice, Zhuang Qingxiang raised her voice to the maximum: "Factory Director Lu, come down quickly, it's going to rain soon!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than large raindrops began to fall.

Lu Congyue snapped out of his daze and immediately called Zhuang Qingxiang to come inside first. He himself quickly came down and went inside as well, but even so, he still got soaked.

Zhuang Qingxiang had already anticipated this outcome, so she took a towel and waited for him.

"Director Lu, please wipe it clean."

That was her towel. Lu Congyue shook his head, splashing rainwater all over the ground.

Zhuang Qingxiang: "..."

"No need, it'll be dry in a bit."

Lu Congyue stood at the door looking outside; the heavy rain wasn't going to stop anytime soon.

"Director Lu, you should wipe yourself down. It's almost autumn, and the rain is getting chilly," Zhuang Qingxiang advised. After saying that, she put the towel on the stool and went into the inner room to keep the child company.

Her face was flushed because Lu Congyue's clothes were soaked and clung to his body, making him look...good.

In particular, the rainwater sliding down the muscle lines of his arms made it impossible to ignore his bulging muscles, which were strong and powerful.

The white tank top clung tightly to his body, revealing glimpses of his eight-pack abs.

Zhuang Qingxiang quickly shook her head, trying to shake off the scene she had just witnessed.

"Mom, what's wrong?" Little Qian Yue asked curiously, lying next to her.

Mom's face has been flushed and hot lately, but she says she's not sick. Little Qian Yue doesn't understand.

"I'm fine, Mom will stay with my brother. Go get Uncle Lu a cup of hot water, he got caught in the rain," Zhuang Qingxiang whispered.

Xiao Qianyue immediately ran out to pour Lu Congyue some hot water to drink.

Lu Congyue couldn't let the child do it, so he poured himself a cup, thought for a moment, and said to Xiao Qianyue, "The rain is too heavy, Uncle Lu, how about we wait until it gets a little lighter before we leave?"

"Okay." Xiao Qianyue nodded immediately.

Two seconds later, Zhuang Qingxiang's voice came from the inner room: "Director Lu, let's wait for the rain to stop before we leave."

Lu Congyue smiled slightly, patted Xiao Qianyue's head, and coaxed the child to talk about kindergarten.

An hour passed, and the rain neither stopped nor lessened; in fact, it started raining inside the house as well.

When Zhuang Qingxiang tried to touch the raindrops, she exclaimed in surprise and hurriedly got out of bed to move the child to a different spot.

"What's wrong?" Lu Congyue asked immediately from outside.

Zhuang Qingxiang looked up at the roof in frustration; it really was leaking...

Xiao Qianyue ran in and immediately noticed that there was a leak in the roof. However, this was not unusual; their family had experienced the same thing before.

"Mom, I'll bring the basin over!" said Xiao Qianyue.

"Let me do it," Zhuang Qingxiang quickly grabbed a basin to catch the rain.

But as soon as it was connected to the tap, it started leaking from the other side.

Little Qian Yue ran out: "Uncle Lu, the house is leaking."

Lu Congyue smiled wryly: "I've figured it out."

Not only the inner room, but also the outer room has leaks. Although they are not big, the constant dripping is still annoying.

Zhuang Qingxiang had no choice but to come out from the inner room to ask for help: "Director Lu, could you please move the bed? The leak is right above the bed..."

The inner room wasn't big, but the bed was quite large. Since it was for four people—one adult and three children—Lu Congyue had specially built a larger bed for her.

It's difficult to move.

Lu Congyue frowned: "I'll go to the roof and see if I can find a way to plug the leak!"

Is it raining so hard on the roof?

Even family members wouldn't be ordered around like this, let alone Director Lu.

Zhuang Qingxiang hurriedly stopped Lu Congyue: "Director Lu, don't bother, it'll be fine once the rain stops."

"This is my responsibility!" Lu Congyue said in a deep voice. "At the time, I was only focused on repairing the windows and such, so I neglected the roof. I will take responsibility for this, so you don't need to worry about it."

"Yes, yes, you'll definitely handle it, but can we wait until the rain stops?" Zhuang Qingxiang smiled wryly and firmly stopped Lu Congyue. "Director Lu, this rain can't go on forever. Let's wait until it stops. Anyway, the house won't collapse."

Zhuang Qingxiang was content; the home converted from the abandoned warehouse was much better than the cowshed.

The cowshed not only leaked rain, but it also let in drafts.

Thinking about how she and her two children died in a cowshed in her previous life, but now she can stay in this home that belongs to her, Zhuang Qingxiang's bitter smile turned into a satisfied smile, and her slightly furrowed brows relaxed.

But Lu Congyue's brows furrowed more and more tightly.

The word "collapse" reminded him.

Although such heavy rain shouldn't collapse the house in theory, what if it does?

"This can't go on. I'll drive over and take you and the kids to my place for a couple of days. Once the rain stops and I fix the roof, you can move back in!"

After Lu Congyue finished speaking, he pushed open the door and strode away, leaving Zhuang Qingxiang with no chance to stop him.

Soon, he returned in the rain, and parked his car at the gate of the courtyard.

They also brought raincoats and umbrellas.

Zhuang Qingxiang was dumbfounded: "Director Lu, isn't this a bit unnecessary? It's just a few drops of rain leaking out; it'll be fine once the rain stops..."

"Put it on, and cover the child inside the raincoat!" Without saying a word, Lu Congyue draped the dark raincoat over Zhuang Qingxiang, making her shiver from the cold.

Lu Congyue frowned: "Are you cold? Then wear more clothes."

Zhuang Qingxiang wanted to reason with him. In this situation, it would be better to stay at home than to take the child out. Even if it leaks, the rain won't reach the child. But what if the child catches a cold if they go out like this?

But Lu Congyue was quick and efficient. He wrapped the two children in a blanket and then a raincoat, and they were both safe and sound in the back seat. Even when Xiao Qianyue got in, not a single strand of her hair was wet.

Zhuang Qingxiang had no choice but to get into the car and return to Lu Congyue's house.

Lu Congyue followed the same steps to bring the children back to the house and put them on the kang (a heated brick bed). The two children thought they were playing with them and kicked their chubby little legs, laughing and babbling.

Little Qian Yue was carried into the house by Lu Congyue. Her shoes weren't even wet. She took off her shoes and got on the kang (a heated brick bed) to play with her two younger brothers.

The commotion of the three children brought the once-empty house back to life. Lu Congyue stood there for a moment before remembering to take a towel to wipe the rain from his head and face.

He caught a glimpse of Zhuang Qingxiang standing motionless in the doorway out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head and raised an eyebrow: "What's wrong?"

Zhuang Qingxiang couldn't understand why he had to make things so complicated. She shook her head, sat at the door, looked at the sky, and waited for the rain to stop before going back.

Lu Congyue walked behind her and quietly looked outside.

It got dark, and the rain still hadn't stopped.

"Are you hungry? I'll go get you something to eat," he suddenly said.

Zhuang Qingxiang pursed her lips: "No need, let's go back and eat after the rain stops."

Lu Congyue simply called out, "Yueyue, are you hungry?"

"I'm hungry!" Little Qian Yue answered in her childish voice. "Uncle Lu, what are we having for dinner?"

This child… Zhuang Qingxiang glanced back at the room speechlessly, but out of the corner of her eye she saw that Lu Congyue seemed to be smiling.

But he didn't seem to be smiling. Was I seeing things?

"I'm going to the kitchen..." Lu Congyue said, and walked out.

No matter how unwilling Zhuang Qingxiang was, she couldn't let a big factory director cook for her; that was her job as a nanny. So she quickly chased after him.

It's only a few steps from the main room to the kitchen, but because I didn't bring an umbrella, I got half-soaked by the rain.

Just as I rushed to the kitchen door, someone grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the kitchen.