Belated Romance (Mu Tongrui)

The black Maybach drove past two rows of tall Chinese parasol trees through the shade, and all the way into the Fu's mansion.

The Fu's villa, shrouded in darkness, looked even more solemn and majestic.

Fu Lingye had just walked in from outside the house when he saw Fu Zhengyuan sitting on the sofa in the living room, and greeted him politely, “Dad.”

Fu Zhengyuan held the top of his walking stick with his big old hand, and snorted coldly. “If you really think of me as your dad, hurry up and get a wife for yourself, and a mother for Sweetheart! Don't make me wait until I die!”

In the past three years, Fu Zhengyuan’s biggest complaint against him was that he didn't get a girlfriend and get married. These days, the frequency of the old man's urging him to get married was also increasing.

Fu Lingye dealt with it calmly. “I don't have any opinion on the daughters of Qian, Zhao, Li and Sun you introduced to me. Any of them is the same to me, but you know, Sweetheart doesn't like any of those aunts at all.”

Old Master Fu thumped the walking stick on the ground hard, saying angrily, “Fu Lingye, do you think I can't tell that you are using Sweetheart as your excuse?”

Fu Lingye put one hand in his pocket, looking indifferent and composed. “Dad, if there is nothing else, I'm going upstairs to see Sweetheart.”

“Stop right there!”

Old Master Fu got up and paced over with the walking stick. “Since Sweetheart doesn't like those aunts, then you should get her biological mother back! Do you think you can really fool me? Why are you raising a three-year-old child when you're unmarried? Sweetheart is growing up day by day, and the outside world will be aware of her existence. Do you want others to think that my granddaughter, and your daughter is an illegitimate daughter?!”

Fu Lingye stared at the stairs below his feet, and his sharp black eyes darkened slightly.

get you a qualified daughter-in-law within

the walking stick, Fu Zhengyuan

Lingye went upstairs and pushed open the children's room closest to his bedroom. Under the warm orange light, a fair-skinned, cute and delicate-looking toddler was sitting on the bed, reading a picture

blanket, and got up from the bed with bare feet. Fu Lingye was afraid that the little one would fall, so he strode over, caught the little one who jumped into his arms,

grinned with white teeth, and her big eyes curved, saying in her childish voice, “Daddy, I'm waiting for you. I haven't seen you for five days,

kissed her daughter's fair cheek, and said softly, “Of course I miss you, but I have

and said with a frown, “I can skip meals, snacks, and milk. So, can you accompany me more,

arms, and touched the little one's head. “How can you grow

crescents, as she happily wrapped

feet, and stretched out her little

with his daughter's

red bruise on

one’s little face vanished, while she pouted, sat down in Fu Lingye’s arms, and said unhappily, “Every day, grandpa sends me to school, and my friends at

slightly loosened. “So, you had a

slightly loosened. “So, you

fidgeted in his arms and asked dully, “Dad, is mom really on Mars? When can I

that Mars is too hot and that I'm still too young now. When I grow up, I can go to

darker. “Do