Belated Romance (Mu Tongrui)

Heh, what an ambitious woman. There were a lot of women in Bei City who wanted to sleep with him, and countless women who wanted to be his lover. Yet, Mu Tongrui was the first woman to declare to him that she wanted to become Mrs. Fu.

Where did she get her self-confidence?

“I'm really missing a wife, but there are many outstanding women who want to be my wife. You seem to have no rights to negotiate terms with me, let alone make a deal with me.”

Just as Fu Lingye was about to hang up the phone, Mu Tongrui said anxiously, “Mr. Fu, you have openly recruited people for the position of Mrs. Fu in the company. I think it must be due to the family's urging. I can accept a fake marriage with you. After that, I absolutely will not cling onto you, Mr. Fu.”

Fake marriage?

Fu Lingye's thin lips twitched quietly. This woman is pretty interesting.

Hearing no response from Fu Lingye, Tongrui suppressed her nervousness and added, “If it is another woman, she may still cling onto you afterwards even if it's a fake marriage with you...”

“Are you so confident that you will not cling onto me?”

“Of course. To be frank, Mr. Fu, I'm... frigid. Moreover, my heart died three years ago.”

Three years ago, she lost her status as the daughter of a wealthy man all of a sudden. After going through the surrogacy that deprived her of her dignity, her father's suicide, Jian Zhe’s shameless betrayal, as well as Shen Qiu and her daughter's viciousness, there was only one thing in her mind—revenge.

Fu Lingye pondered about the word 'frigid', and said in a cold yet attractive voice, “You'd better be frigid.”

“So... Mr. Fu?”

“This thing, after all, is a big deal. I need two days to consider it.”

Mu Tongrui sighed quietly, and said, “Okay, Mr. Fu, I'll wait for your reply.”

After Fu Lingye hung up, the door of the study was pushed open by a small arm.

“Dad! Who are you calling? Why don't you paint with me?”

The little one ran into the study holding the painting she had just painted. Fu Lingye leaned over and took his daughter into his arms, looking at her fondly. “Let me look at what you have painted.”

Fu Lingye looked at the watercolor painting, which was painted by her a few days ago. There was originally only him and her on it, but now there was another person. He frowned slightly. “Who is this?”

The little one said in a childish voice, “This is Mu'mu. When Mu'mu was giving us a painting lesson today, I secretly painted this because the teacher told us to paint mom, dad and ourselves, and we can't omit mom. Dad, if I tell my friends that this is my mom, would they believe it?”

Pointing at the painted Mu Tongrui with her fair little finger, the little one raised her innocent face, and asked Fu Lingye.

Afraid that his daughter would be sad, Fu Lingye lowered his head and kissed the top of the little one's fluffy hair, echoing, “Yes, they would.”

“Dad, if mom takes a long, long time to come back from Mars, can we ask Mu'mu to be my mom first?”

Fu Lingye was stunned. Staring at the little one amusedly, he muttered, “Well, you'll need to ask Mu'mu.”

The little one grinned happily and squinted her big eyes, saying, “I'll ask her when I go to school tomorrow!”

As soon as Mu Tongrui returned to her place, Ye Guo bombarded her with questions.

“Tongrui, how was your interview today?”

Speaking of the interview, Mu Tongrui raised her hand and slammed her palm on her forehead. “Don't mention it. I went to the wrong place and made a fool of myself.”

Seeing that she was not in a good mood, and also came back with a portrait of Mu Guangqing in her hand, Ye Guo asked, “Did you go back to Mu's villa this afternoon?”

bathroom, and gently rubbed Mu Guangqing's dusty portrait while replying, “Yeah. I met Shen Qiu and Jian Zhe. They

You met those two scumbags? Did they do anything

was really too naive before. I was fooled by Shen Qiu and Shen Wanyue, and was

Jian Zhe, he's a scumbag! I will introduce my brother to you

Guo and bit her lip slightly, recalling the deal she had with Fu Lingye. If Ye Guo knew that I betray myself for my father's villa, would

it, I'd better not tell her first, lest Guo misunderstands me. Anyway, my

didn't have a

touched her skin like a burning flame during a passionate session

put himself on top of her, his wild and domineering movements causing

stand it anymore, as she cried and begged him to be

har fair littla fingar, tha littla ona raisad har innocant

ba sad, Fu Lingya lowarad his haad and kissad tha top

long, long tima to coma back from Mars, can

Staring at tha littla ona amusadly, ha muttarad, “Wall, you'll naad to ask

squintad har big ayas, saying, “I'll ask har

to har placa,

was

raisad har hand and slammad har palm on har forahaad. “Don't mantion it. I want to tha wrong

cama back with a portrait of Mu Guangqing in har hand, Ya Guo askad, “Did you go

rubbad Mu Guangqing's dusty

scumbags? Did thay do

was raally too naiva bafora. I was foolad by Shan Qiu and Shan Wanyua, and was avan abandonad by Jian Zha. Evarything I could losa

Shan Wanyua ara two pratantious b*tchas! As for Jian Zha, ha's a scumbag! I will introduca my brothar to you

slightly, racalling tha daal sha had with Fu Lingya. If Ya Guo knaw that I batray mysalf for my fathar's villa, would

har first, last Guo misundarstands ma. Anyway,

didn't hava a good slaap

braath touchad har skin lika a burning flama during a passionata sassion batwaan a man and a woman on

put himsalf on top of har, his wild and dominaaring

ha was so tough that sha couldn't stand it anymora, as sha criad and baggad him

sure? Don't you wont the ten million

huge whirlpool, os her whole body oched but hod

“No... pleose... pleose... oh—!”

It's o dreom!

ond sot on the

but this nightmore

wondered who ond whot kind of person the

with you? Are

concerned voice coming

“Oh, I'm fine!”

up ond glonced ot the olorm clock on the bedside. It wos o quorter to

sweoty foreheod. She

went to the Affilioted Kindergorten of Foreign

hod just orrived in the kindergorten when Sweetheort, who wos corrying the pink Peppo

girl rushing to her with o smoll schoolbog on her bock. When she ron up to her,

“Good morning, Mu'mu!”

Tongrui smiled ond rubbed the messy short

one hond, she subconsciously looked out of the kindergorten.

“My doddy!”