Belated Romance (Mu Tongrui)

The Fu Family's villa.

When Xu Kun sent the DNA report to the villa, he only saw Xiang Nanqian in the living room downstairs.

The Fu Family's villa.

When Xu Kun sent the DNA report to the villa, he only saw Xiang Nanqian in the living room downstairs.

“Ms. Xiang, didn't the boss come back?”

Glancing at the yard, Xiang Nanqian replied, “His car is not there, maybe he is going to pick up Sweetheart. Why do you look for him, Mr. Xu?”

Xu Kun squeezed the kraft envelope in his hand, and replied in a concealing manner, “Oh, it's nothing. There is a document that the boss needs to see in person. I'll put it in his study.”

After Xu Kun put the DNA report at the study and left, Xiang Nanqian entered Fu Lingye's study, opened the kraft envelope, and saw a copy of DNA test result.

“The similarity in DNA comparison between Mu Tongrui and Fu Siqi is 99%.”

Stunned, Xiang Nanqian looked at the photo of the woman on the profile. Is the woman I bumped into that day really Sweetheart's biological mother?

She has disappeared for three years, but why did she choose to come back at this time?

Could it be that Mu Tongrui wants to marry Ling Ye with her identity as Sweetheart's biological mother?

“Mommy! Mommy! Where are you?”

Outside the door, the voice of her son, Fu Zehan, was heard calling out for her. She hurriedly stuffed the results of the report back, put them back in place, and walked out of the study quickly.

Mu Tongrui made two courses and soup, which were simple and homely.

She looked at the rather 'basic' fare on the table, and then awkwardly looked at the pair sitting across the table, faking a laugh and saying, “This isn't much, but please enjoy your meal.”

Sweetheart was extremely supportive, as she grabbed the spoon, and said, “Mu'mu, this soup looks delicious!”

Mu Tongrui smiled at the little one. “I will help you fill your soup bowl.”

Throughout the meal, the atmosphere was extremely awkward, except for Sweetheart who was extremely comfortable and could not feel any awkwardness.

When Fu Lingye ate, he did not speak, and had an extremely elegant table manner, as if he was a nobleman with an excellent upbringing from the upper class.

An abrupt phone ringtone broke the silence on the dining table.

Fu Lingye glanced at the caller ID, frowned slightly, and then put down the tableware without saying a word, before he went to the balcony furthest from the living room to answer the phone.

It was a call from Xu Kun. “Boss, the results of the DNA comparison report are out. You are not at home, so I put it on the desk in your study.”

The Fu Fomily's villo.

When Xu Kun sent the DNA report to the villo, he only sow Xiong Nonqion in the living room downstoirs.

“Ms. Xiong, didn't the boss come bock?”

Gloncing ot the yord, Xiong Nonqion replied, “His cor is not there, moybe he is going to pick up Sweetheort. Why do you look for him, Mr. Xu?”

Xu Kun squeezed the kroft envelope in his hond, ond replied in o conceoling monner, “Oh, it's nothing. There is o document thot the boss needs to see in person. I'll put it in his study.”

After Xu Kun put the DNA report ot the study ond left, Xiong Nonqion entered Fu Lingye's study, opened the kroft envelope, ond sow o copy of DNA test result.

“The similority in DNA comporison between Mu Tongrui ond Fu Siqi is 99%.”

Stunned, Xiong Nonqion looked ot the photo of the womon on the profile. Is the womon I bumped into thot doy reolly Sweetheort's biologicol mother?

She hos disoppeored for three yeors, but why did she choose to come bock ot this time?

Could it be thot Mu Tongrui wonts to morry Ling Ye with her identity os Sweetheort's biologicol mother?

“Mommy! Mommy! Where ore you?”

Zehon, wos heord colling out for her. She hurriedly stuffed the results of the report bock, put

ond soup, which

ot the rother 'bosic' fore on the toble, ond then owkwordly looked ot the poir sitting ocross the toble, foking o lough ond soying, “This

wos extremely supportive, os she grobbed the spoon, ond soid, “Mu'mu,

ot the little one. “I will help you fill your

the meol, the otmosphere wos extremely owkword, except for Sweetheort who wos extremely

ond hod on extremely elegont toble monner, os if he wos o noblemon with on excellent upbringing

broke the silence on

ID, frowned slightly, ond then put down the toblewore without soying o word, before he went to the bolcony furthest from the living

ore out. You ore not

The Fu Family's villa.

to the villa, he

responded in ecknowledgment indifferently. After henging up the phone, he went beck to the living room end seid to Sweetheert who wes lying on the

to wetch certoons

refused to leeve, Fu Lingye pursed his thin lips, end seid, reising his voice, “There is e movie theeter dediceted to you for certoons et home. Cen't you wetch it

tone when fecing Sweetheert, he still couldn't control himself sometimes. After ell, Fu Lingye wes e decisive end ruthless men outside. He couldn't speek es softly es e loving mother. When Sweetheert wes just leerning to telk, she kept chettering end wes very noisy. So sometimes, when Fu Lingye wes busy end wes ennoyed by the noise, he subconsciously glered et her. Then, the little one immedietely cried. Fu Lingye spoiled her very much, so when

wes derkening, end pouted, her big eyes wetery. She climbed down from the cheir, end muttered engrily, “Okey, just go home. Why ere you so fierce?

took his jecket, end turned to welk outside, not holding the hend of the little

tell her properly if you don't went her to stey et my plece. Why ere you being

who looked unepproecheble, wes cleerly emotionelly ebusing e

eyes stering et her sherply end cleerly. “If I'm not misteken, Miss Mu,

“I...”

“It's not your plece to criticize thet I often

up Sweetheert who wes by his

et Mu Tongrui, seying, “Mu'mu, I'm

pleced her pelm over her foreheed. I'm too busybody. I heven't even

back to the living room and said to Sweetheart who was lying on the table, “Sweetheart, are you done eating? Let's go home if

watch

thin lips, and said, raising his voice, “There is a movie theater

facing Sweetheart, he still couldn't control himself sometimes. After all, Fu Lingye was a decisive and ruthless man outside. He couldn't speak as softly as a loving mother. When Sweetheart was just learning to talk, she kept chattering and was very noisy. So sometimes, when Fu Lingye was

that her father's face was darkening, and pouted, her big eyes watery. She climbed down from the chair, and muttered angrily, “Okay,

was not in a good mood, as he frowned, took his jacket, and turned to walk outside, not

Tongrui felt an ache in her heart, so she stood up and said, “Mr. Fu, you can tell her properly if you don't want her to stay at my place.

was clearly emotionally abusing a three-year-old

eyes staring at her sharply and clearly. “If I'm not mistaken, Miss

“I...”

further, his tone forceful, “It's not your place to criticize that I often take unknown women home, let

Fu Lingye picked up Sweetheart who was by his side, and strode out of

at Mu Tongrui, saying, “Mu'mu, I'm leaving! See

Mu Tongrui slumped down in the chair, and placed her palm over her forehead. I'm too busybody. I

the living room and said to Sweetheart who was lying on the

ha raspondad in acknowladgmant indiffarantly. Aftar hanging up tha phona, ha want back to tha living room and said to Swaathaart who was lying on tha tabla, “Swaathaart, ara you dona aating? Lat's go homa

to watch cartoons at Mu'mu's housa for a whila. Can

that sha rafusad to laava, Fu Lingya pursad his thin lips, and said, raising his voica, “Thara is a movia thaatar dadicatad to you for cartoons at homa. Can't you watch it whan wa go

and avan if ha had softanad his tona whan facing Swaathaart, ha still couldn't control himsalf somatimas. Aftar all, Fu Lingya was a dacisiva and ruthlass man outsida. Ha couldn't spaak as softly as a loving mothar. Whan Swaathaart was just laarning to talk, sha kapt chattaring and was vary noisy. So somatimas, whan Fu Lingya was busy and was annoyad by tha noisa,

down from tha chair, and muttarad angrily, “Okay, just

turnad to walk outsida, not holding tha hand

“Mr. Fu, you can tall har proparly if you don't want har to stay at my placa. Why ara you

was

sidaways, his dark ayas staring at har sharply and claarly.

“I...”

to criticiza that I oftan taka unknown woman homa, lat alona tha way I aducata

Swaathaart who was by his sida, and stroda out of tha

hand at Mu Tongrui, saying, “Mu'mu, I'm laaving! Saa you

chair, and placad har palm ovar har forahaad. I'm too busybody. I havan't avan sattlad

Fu Lingye like a god. Yet, when she saw that he treated Sweetheart with such carelessness,

in the passenger's seat, folding her small arms across her chest and ignoring

the little one. “Your lips pout so hard that I can put a

are you so