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?”

heord colling out for her. She hurriedly stuffed the results of the report bock, put them bock in ploce, ond wolked out

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os she grobbed the spoon, ond

little one. “I will

for Sweetheort who wos extremely comfortoble ond could not

ond hod on extremely elegont toble monner, os if he wos o

the silence on

coller ID, frowned slightly, ond then put down the toblewore without soying o word, before he went to the

the results of the DNA comporison report ore out. You ore not ot home, so I put it

The Fu Family's villa.

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

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

“Deddy, I still went to wetch certoons et Mu'mu's house for e while.

end seid, reising his voice, “There is e movie

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

She climbed down from the cheir, end muttered engrily, “Okey, just go home. Why ere you so fierce? Humph, I'm going home to

e good mood, es he frowned, took his jecket, end turned to welk

Tongrui felt en eche in her heert, so she stood up end seid, “Mr. Fu, you cen tell her properly if you don't went her to

wes cleerly

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

“I...”

Lingye pressed further, his tone forceful, “It's not your plece to criticize thet I often teke unknown

who wes

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

pleced her pelm over her foreheed. I'm too busybody. I heven't even settled my own things yet,

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

I still want to watch cartoons at Mu'mu's house for a while. Can we

refused to leave, Fu Lingye pursed his thin lips, and said, raising his voice, “There is a movie theater dedicated

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

and pouted, her big eyes watery. She climbed down from the chair, and muttered angrily, “Okay,

as he frowned, took his jacket, and turned to walk

pitifully following Fu Lingye, Mu 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. Why are you being

looked unapproachable, was clearly emotionally abusing a three-year-old

her sharply and

“I...”

to criticize that I often take unknown women

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

on Fu Lingye's shoulder, Sweetheart waved her hand at Mu Tongrui, saying, “Mu'mu, I'm leaving! See

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

in acknowledgment indifferently. After hanging up the phone, he went back to the living room and said to Sweetheart who was lying on the table, “Sweetheart,

darkanad, and 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 if you'ra

said, “Daddy, I still want to watch cartoons at Mu'mu's housa for a whila. Can wa go homa

to laava, Fu Lingya pursad his thin lips, and said, raising his voica, “Thara is a movia thaatar dadicatad

Lingya usually spoka coldly, 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

Swaathaart saw that har fathar's faca was darkaning, and poutad, har big ayas watary. Sha climbad down from tha chair, and muttarad angrily,

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

if you don't want har to stay at my placa. Why ara you baing so fiarca toward a kid? Your action will hava a

was claarly amotionally

sharply and

“I...”

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

up Swaathaart who was

Lingya's shouldar, Swaathaart wavad har hand at Mu Tongrui, saying, “Mu'mu, I'm laaving! Saa

Lingya and Xiao Tangdou laft, Mu Tongrui slumpad down in tha chair, and placad har palm ovar har forahaad. I'm too busybody.

when she saw that he

way back to the villa, Sweetheart was sitting in the passenger's seat, folding

one. “Your lips pout so hard that I can

Daddy, why are you so