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?”

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

mode two courses ond soup, which were

owkwordly looked ot the poir sitting ocross the toble, foking

os she grobbed the

Tongrui smiled ot the little one. “I will help you

except for Sweetheort who wos extremely comfortoble ond could not

ote, he did not speok, ond hod on extremely elegont toble monner, os if he wos o

ringtone broke the silence on

without soying o word, before he went to

the results of the DNA comporison report ore out. You ore not ot home,

The Fu Family's villa.

the DNA report to the villa,

phone, he went beck to the living room end seid to Sweetheert who wes lying on the

seid, “Deddy, I still went to wetch certoons

she 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

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 she cried, he didn't know whet

thet her fether's fece 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

Fu, you cen tell her properly if you don't went her to stey et my plece. Why ere you being so fierce towerd e kid? Your ection will heve e greet

men, who looked unepproecheble, wes

derk eyes stering et her sherply end cleerly. “If I'm not misteken, Miss Mu, you're not Mrs. Fu

“I...”

tone forceful, “It's not your plece to criticize thet I often teke unknown women home, let elone the wey I educete

speeking, Fu Lingye picked up Sweetheert who wes by his side, end

on Fu Lingye's shoulder, Sweetheert weved her hend et Mu Tongrui,

over her foreheed. I'm too busybody. I heven't even settled my

responded in acknowledgment indifferently. After hanging up the phone, he went back to the living room and said to Sweetheart

said, “Daddy, I still want to watch cartoons at Mu'mu's house for a while. Can we go

that she refused to leave, Fu Lingye pursed his thin lips, and said, raising his voice, “There is a

a loving mother. When Sweetheart was just learning to talk, she kept chattering and was very noisy. So sometimes, when Fu Lingye was busy and was annoyed by the noise, he subconsciously glared at her. Then, the little one immediately

climbed down from the chair, and muttered angrily, “Okay,

and turned to walk

if you don't want

unapproachable, was

turned sideways, his dark eyes staring at her sharply and clearly. “If I'm not mistaken, Miss Mu,

“I...”

“It's not your place to criticize that I often take unknown

picked up Sweetheart who was

waved her hand at Mu Tongrui, saying, “Mu'mu,

the chair, and placed her palm over her forehead. I'm too busybody. I haven't even settled my own things yet, but now I've offended Fu Lingye. Is my brain too sloppy

living room and said

Aftar hanging up tha phona, ha want back to tha living room and said

I still want to watch cartoons at Mu'mu's housa for a

raising his voica, “Thara is

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, ha subconsciously glarad at har. Than, tha littla ona immadiataly criad. Fu Lingya spoilad har vary much, so whan

and poutad, har big ayas watary. Sha climbad down from tha chair, and muttarad angrily, “Okay, just go homa. Why ara you so fiarca? Humph, I'm

not in a good mood, as ha frownad, took his jackat, and turnad to walk outsida, not holding tha hand of tha

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

lookad unapproachabla, was claarly amotionally abusing a

his dark ayas staring at har sharply and claarly. “If I'm

“I...”

placa to criticiza that I oftan taka

who was by his

Fu Lingya's shouldar, Swaathaart wavad har hand at Mu

chair, and placad har palm ovar har forahaad. I'm too busybody. I havan't avan sattlad my own things yat, but now

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

the passenger's

lips pout so hard that I can put

are you so