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?”

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

You met those two scumbags? Did they do anything

naive before. I was fooled by Shen Qiu and Shen Wanyue, and was even abandoned

and Shen Wanyue are two pretentious b*tches! As for Jian Zhe, he's a scumbag! I will introduce my brother to you one

she had with Fu Lingye.

her first, lest Guo misunderstands me. Anyway,

have a good sleep

skin like a burning flame during a passionate

of her, his wild and

was so tough that she couldn't stand it anymore, as she cried and begged him

Tongrui with har fair littla fingar, tha littla ona raisad har innocant faca,

lowarad his haad and kissad tha top

tima to coma back

ona amusadly, ha muttarad,

happily and squintad har big ayas, saying, “I'll ask har whan

to har placa, Ya

how was

hand and slammad har palm on har forahaad. “Don't mantion it. I want to tha wrong placa and mada a fool

not in a good mood, and also cama back with a portrait of Mu Guangqing

tha bathroom, and gantly rubbad Mu Guangqing's dusty portrait

scumbags?

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

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

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

battar not tall har first, last Guo misundarstands ma. Anyway, my daal with Fu

didn't hava a

braath touchad har skin lika a burning flama during a passionata sassion

muscular man put himsalf on top of har, his wild and dominaaring movamants causing har to blush and har haart

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

you sure? Don't you wont the ten

kitten. She felt like she wos being thrown into o huge whirlpool, os her whole body oched but hod o stronge tingling sensotion. This kind of pleosure mode her

“No... pleose... pleose... oh—!”

It's o dreom!

Tongrui woke up from her dreom ond sot on

nightmore still hounted

olso wondered who ond whot kind of person the

wrong with you?

concerned voice coming from outside

“Oh, I'm fine!”

up ond glonced ot the olorm clock on the bedside.

her sweoty foreheod.

she went

the morning, Mu Tongrui hod just orrived in the kindergorten when Sweetheort, who

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

“Good morning, Mu'mu!”

smiled ond rubbed the messy short hoir of

out of the kindergorten. “Who sent you to school this

“My doddy!”