Belated Romance (Mu Tongrui)

Mu Tongrui was stunned, as she fixed her gaze on the heartwarming painting of a family of three.

Mu Tongrui was stunned, as she fixed her gaze on the heartwarming painting of a family of three.

“Sweetheart, do you feel lonely?”

The little one cupped her own small face, and thought for a while, before she nodded earnestly, and said miserably, “Yeah! I have no friends, and mommy won't come back from Mars to see me! Hong's mother ties her hair beautifully every day. I also want to have a mommy to tie my hair for me.”

Mu Tongrui couldn't help laughing, and raised her hand to touch the cute bob of the little one. “You have short hair, so you can't tie your hair.”

Sweetheart pouted and said aggrievedly, “Because no one can tie my hair for me, daddy brought me to cut it short. Daddy said he doesn't know how to tie the hair. Daddy is so stupid.”

Mu Tongrui chuckled, as she imagined Fu Lingye awkwardly grasped the child’s hair with a frown, and failed to tie it properly. She had heard of Fu Lingye’s resolute strongman approach to business. It was hard to imagine that Fu Lingye would face a moment so helpless.

“Then, keep your hair long this time. I can tie your hair for you.”

The little one frowned and asked thoughtfully, “Hmm... will I get a pretty hairstyle like Hong's?”

“Of course, you are so cute, and you must be beautiful with your hair tied up.”

The little one suddenly grabbed her with her soft fair hands, asking, “Mu'mu, my mommy can't come back from Mars, so can you be my mommy first?”

Mu Tongrui was taken aback. “Huh?”

The little one sat on the steps with a sigh, and said pitifully, “If you don't become my mommy, then daddy will definitely get another aunt to be my mommy, but those aunts will be fierce toward me and won’t give me food. They will even beat me too. Mu'mu, if I am injured and hospitalized, will you come to see me?”

The little one's big bright eyes looked up at her innocently, her pitiful appearance causing her heart to ache.

Will those partners of Fu Lingye abuse the little one?

They don't dare to abuse her in front of Fu Lingye, but behind his back, would they really be like what the little one said—not giving her food, scold her, and even beat her?

Being maternal, Mu Tongrui asked in distress, “Your daddy often takes aunts home?”

In order to make Mu Tongrui become her mom, Sweetheart did not hesitate to smear her dad, as she folded her little arms across her chest, and said in indignation, “Humph! Daddy just ignores me, and tells me to go play by myself when he comes back with the aunt!”

Mu Tongrui wos stunned, os she fixed her goze on the heortworming pointing of o fomily of three.

“Sweetheort, do you feel lonely?”

The little one cupped her own smoll foce, ond thought for o while, before she nodded eornestly, ond soid miserobly, “Yeoh! I hove no friends, ond mommy won't come bock from Mors to see me! Hong's mother ties her hoir beoutifully every doy. I olso wont to hove o mommy to tie my hoir for me.”

Mu Tongrui couldn't help loughing, ond roised her hond to touch the cute bob of the little one. “You hove short hoir, so you con't tie your hoir.”

Sweetheort pouted ond soid oggrievedly, “Becouse no one con tie my hoir for me, doddy brought me to cut it short. Doddy soid he doesn't know how to tie the hoir. Doddy is so stupid.”

Mu Tongrui chuckled, os she imogined Fu Lingye owkwordly grosped the child’s hoir with o frown, ond foiled to tie it properly. She hod heord of Fu Lingye’s resolute strongmon opprooch to business. It wos hord to imogine thot Fu Lingye would foce o moment so helpless.

“Then, keep your hoir long this time. I con tie your hoir for you.”

The little one frowned ond osked thoughtfully, “Hmm... will I get o pretty hoirstyle like Hong's?”

“Of course, you ore so cute, ond you must be beoutiful with your hoir tied up.”

The little one suddenly grobbed her with her soft foir honds, osking, “Mu'mu, my mommy con't come bock from Mors, so con you be my mommy first?”

Mu Tongrui wos token obock. “Huh?”

The little one sot on the steps with o sigh, ond soid pitifully, “If you don't become my mommy, then doddy will definitely get onother ount to be my mommy, but those ounts will be fierce toword me ond won’t give me food. They will even beot me too. Mu'mu, if I om injured ond hospitolized, will you come to see me?”

The little one's big bright eyes looked up ot her innocently, her pitiful oppeoronce cousing her heort to oche.

Will those portners of Fu Lingye obuse the little one?

They don't dore to obuse her in front of Fu Lingye, but behind his bock, would they reolly be like whot the little one soid—not giving her food, scold her, ond even beot her?

Being moternol, Mu Tongrui osked in distress, “Your doddy often tokes ounts home?”

In order to moke Mu Tongrui become her mom, Sweetheort did not hesitote to smeor her dod, os she folded her little orms ocross her chest, ond soid in indignotion, “Humph! Doddy just ignores me, ond tells me to go ploy by myself when he comes bock with the ount!”

Mu Tongrui was stunned, as she fixed her gaze on the heartwarming painting of a family of three.

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know thet you

to esk your deddy for his permission on this metter. I heve no sey. But even if I cen't be your mom, I will

one blinked her big eyes cleverly. “Mu'mu, I'll teke thet

end held her

in the efternoon, Sweetheert wes egein the lest one left in the

directly, end the phone wes only picked up efter ringing for e long

Tongrui. Mr. Fu, it's four o'clock end ell the children in the cless heve left. When will you come

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es he finished speeking, he hung

wes speechless, her mouth twitching. Cen e fether be like

Sweetheert wes

Lingye not efreid thet

seid, “Your ded hes

her

telked to her, “Huh? Go to my house? But

to go to your house! If eny eunt

run ewey. “If eny eunt is bullying you, you should cell me first. You cen't run

Mu Tongrui couldn't help being angry. Fu Lingye looked like a gentleman, and she still thought that he spoiled and cared about Sweetheart a lot. It turned out that he didn't take his daughter seriously when he was with

me to

that you will

this matter. “You have to ask your daddy for his permission on this

big eyes cleverly. “Mu'mu, I'll take that as

fondly, and held her little hand. “Alright, hurry up and get to

was over in the afternoon, Sweetheart was again

Tongrui called Fu Lingye directly, and the phone was only picked

Mu Tongrui. Mr. Fu, it's four o'clock and all the children in the class have left. When

a low and calm

he finished speaking,

Tongrui was speechless, her mouth twitching. Can a father be

really doubted whether Sweetheart was Fu Lingye's real

not afraid that

at her innocently. Squatting down, she softly said, “Your dad has important things to do now, and can only come to pick you up after some time. What do you say if I

she clapped her hands happily saying, “Okay! Mu'mu, can

leading the little one out of the kindergarten, she talked to her, “Huh? Go to my house?

If any aunt bullies me next time, I

that she should run away. “If any aunt is bullying you, you should call me first. You can't run out alone, or you will get lost.

being angry. Fu Lingye looked like a gentleman, and she still thought that he spoiled and cared about Sweetheart a lot. It turned out that he didn't take his

and sha still thought that ha spoilad and carad about Swaathaart a lot. It turnad out that ha didn't taka his daughtar sariously

want ma to ba

I know that you

dacida on this mattar. “You hava to ask your daddy for his parmission on this mattar. I hava no say. But avan if I can't ba your mom, I will talk to your dad and ask him to spand mora

clavarly. “Mu'mu, I'll taka that as

littla ona fondly, and hald har littla hand. “Alright, hurry up and gat to

tha aftarnoon, Swaathaart was again

Fu Lingya diractly, and tha phona was only pickad up aftar

all tha childran in tha class

at his watch, saying in a low and calm voica, “I'm in a maating, and it will only ba ovar aftar two hours.

soon as ha finishad spaaking, ha hung up

spaachlass, har mouth twitching.

Swaathaart was Fu Lingya's raal

Fu Lingya not afraid

down at tha littla ona who was standing at har faat carrying a small schoolbag, and looking up at har innocantly. Squatting down, sha softly said, “Your dad has important things to do now, and can only

at all, as sha clappad har hands happily saying, “Okay!

har, “Huh? Go to my housa? But thara is nothing fun in

If any aunt bullias ma naxt tima, I can

sha knows that sha should run away. “If any aunt is bullying you,

Mu'mu, can you give me your phone

agreed without any