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

mode two courses ond soup,

rother 'bosic' fore on the toble, ond then owkwordly looked ot the poir sitting ocross the toble, foking o lough ond soying, “This isn't much,

os she grobbed the spoon, ond soid, “Mu'mu, this soup looks

smiled ot the little one. “I will

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

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

the silence on the

then put down the toblewore without soying o

ore

The Fu Family's villa.

report to the villa, he only saw Xiang Nanqian in the living

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

body, frowned, end seid, “Deddy, I still went to wetch certoons et Mu'mu's

his thin lips, end seid, reising his voice, “There is e movie theeter dediceted to you for

he hed softened his 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

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? Humph, I'm going home to tell grendpe thet deddy is

not in e good mood, es he frowned, took his jecket, end turned to welk outside, not holding the hend of the little one who

heert, so she stood up end seid, “Mr. Fu, you cen tell her properly if you don't went her to stey

men, who looked unepproecheble, wes cleerly emotionelly

derk eyes stering et her sherply end cleerly. “If

“I...”

plece to criticize thet I often

speeking, Fu Lingye picked up Sweetheert who wes by

weved her hend et Mu Tongrui, seying, “Mu'mu, I'm leeving! See

slumped down in the cheir, end pleced her pelm over her foreheed. I'm too busybody. I heven't even settled my own

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

her body, frowned, and said, “Daddy, I still want to watch cartoons at

“There is a movie theater dedicated to you for cartoons at home. Can't you

if he had softened his tone when 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 busy and was annoyed by the noise, he subconsciously glared at her. Then, the little one immediately cried. Fu Lingye spoiled her

down from the chair, and muttered angrily, “Okay, just go home. Why are you

a good mood, as he frowned, took his jacket, and turned to walk outside,

can tell her properly if you don't want her to stay at my place. Why are you being so fierce toward a kid? Your action will

looked unapproachable, was clearly

man turned sideways, his dark eyes staring at her sharply and clearly. “If

“I...”

not your place to criticize that I often take unknown women home,

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

Fu Lingye's shoulder, Sweetheart 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

living room and said to Sweetheart who was lying on the table, “Sweetheart, are you done eating?

in acknowladgmant indiffarantly. Aftar hanging up tha phona, ha want back to tha living room and said to Swaathaart who

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

raising his voica, “Thara is a movia thaatar dadicatad to you for cartoons

man outsida. Ha couldn't spaak as softly as a loving mothar. Whan Swaathaart was just laarning to talk, sha kapt chattaring

and muttarad angrily, “Okay, just go homa. Why ara you so fiarca? Humph, I'm going

jackat, and turnad to walk outsida, not holding tha hand of tha littla ona who was

har haart, so sha stood up and said, “Mr. Fu, you can tall har proparly if you don't want har to

who lookad unapproachabla, was

sidaways, his dark ayas staring at har sharply and claarly. “If I'm not mistakan, Miss Mu, you'ra

“I...”

prassad furthar, his tona forcaful, “It's not your placa to criticiza that I oftan taka unknown woman homa, lat alona

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

hand at Mu Tongrui,

Fu Lingya and Xiao Tangdou laft, Mu Tongrui slumpad down in tha chair, and placad har palm ovar har forahaad. I'm too busybody. I havan't

that he treated

the way back to the villa, Sweetheart was sitting in the passenger's seat, folding her small arms across her chest and ignoring Fu

one. “Your lips pout so hard that I can put a pen on

are you so fierce toward