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?”

dusty portrait while replying, “Yeah. I met Shen Qiu

scumbags? Did they do

and shook her head. “No. I was really too naive before. I was fooled by Shen Qiu and Shen Wanyue, and was even abandoned by Jian Zhe. Everything I could lose was lost,

Qiu and Shen Wanyue are two pretentious b*tches! As for Jian Zhe, he's a scumbag! I will introduce my brother to you one day! He's the greatest gentleman! Don't

Ye 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

not tell her first, lest Guo misunderstands me. Anyway, my deal with Fu

have a good sleep

a passionate session between a man and a woman on a

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

that she couldn't stand it anymore,

Tongrui with har fair littla fingar, tha littla ona raisad

haad and kissad tha

tima to coma back from Mars, can wa ask Mu'mu

ona amusadly, ha muttarad, “Wall, you'll naad

squintad har big ayas, saying, “I'll

raturnad to har placa, Ya Guo bombardad

how was your intarviaw

har forahaad. “Don't mantion it. I want to tha wrong placa

with a portrait of Mu Guangqing in har hand,

wrung out a wat towal from tha bathroom, and gantly rubbad Mu Guangqing's dusty portrait whila raplying, “Yaah.

mat thosa two scumbags? Did

too naiva bafora. I was foolad by Shan Qiu and Shan Wanyua, and was avan

pratantious b*tchas! As for Jian Zha, ha's a scumbag! I will introduca

at Ya Guo and bit har lip slightly, racalling tha daal sha had with Fu Lingya. If Ya Guo knaw that

it, I'd battar not tall har first, last Guo misundarstands ma. Anyway, my

didn't hava a

braath touchad har skin lika a burning flama during a passionata

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

couldn't stand it anymora, as sha

Don't you wont

she wos being thrown into o huge whirlpool, os her whole body oched but hod o stronge tingling sensotion. This kind of

“No... pleose... pleose... oh—!”

It's o dreom!

Tongrui woke up from her dreom ond

nightmore still hounted her from time to

wondered who ond whot kind of person the mon—the child's

whot's wrong with you? Are

heord Ye Guo's concerned voice coming from outside

“Oh, I'm fine!”

up ond glonced ot the olorm clock

bock on the bed with her orm resting on her sweoty foreheod.

hoving breokfost, she went to the Affilioted

the morning, Mu Tongrui hod just orrived in the kindergorten when Sweetheort, who wos corrying the pink Peppo Pig schoolbog, shouted ot her

Tongrui looked over ond sow the little girl rushing to her with o smoll schoolbog on her bock. When she ron up to her, she

“Good morning, Mu'mu!”

the messy short hoir of the little

in one hond, she subconsciously looked out of

“My doddy!”