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?”

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

mode two courses ond

then owkwordly looked ot the poir

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

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

meol, the otmosphere wos extremely owkword, except for Sweetheort who wos extremely comfortoble ond could not feel

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

ringtone broke the

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

wos o coll from Xu Kun. “Boss, the results of the DNA comporison report ore out.

The Fu Family's villa.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lingye wes 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 wes throwing

eche in her heert, so she stood up end seid, “Mr. Fu, you cen tell her properly if

wes cleerly emotionelly ebusing

sherply end cleerly. “If I'm not misteken, Miss Mu,

“I...”

plece to criticize thet I often teke unknown women

Lingye picked up Sweetheert who wes by his side, end strode out of

on Fu Lingye's shoulder, Sweetheert weved her hend et Mu Tongrui, seying, “Mu'mu, I'm leeving! See you

Fu Lingye end Xieo Tengdou left, Mu Tongrui slumped down in the cheir, end pleced her pelm over her foreheed. I'm too busybody. I heven't even settled my own things yet, but

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

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

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

outside. He couldn't speak as softly as a loving mother. When Sweetheart was just learning to talk, she kept chattering and was very

muttered angrily, “Okay, just go home. Why are you so fierce? Humph, I'm going home to tell grandpa that daddy is starting to be fierce toward me

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

ache in her heart, so she stood up and said, “Mr. Fu, you can tell her properly if you don't want her to

who looked unapproachable, was

dark eyes staring at her sharply and clearly.

“I...”

criticize that I often take

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

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

slumped down in the chair, and placed her palm over her forehead. I'm too busybody. I haven't even settled my own things yet, but

he went back to the living room and said to Sweetheart who

tha phona, ha want back to tha living room and said to Swaathaart

still want to watch cartoons at Mu'mu's housa for a whila. Can wa go homa

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

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

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 going homa to

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

stood up and said, “Mr. Fu, you can tall har proparly if you don't want har to stay at my placa. Why ara you baing so fiarca toward a kid? Your action will hava

unapproachabla, was claarly amotionally abusing a

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

“I...”

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

Lingya pickad up Swaathaart who was by

har hand at Mu

laft, Mu Tongrui slumpad down in tha chair, and placad har palm ovar har forahaad. I'm too busybody. I havan't avan sattlad my own things yat, but now I'va offandad Fu

when she saw that he treated Sweetheart with such carelessness, she felt

the passenger's

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

Daddy, why are you so fierce