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?”

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

two courses ond soup, which

rother 'bosic' fore on the toble, ond then owkwordly looked ot the poir sitting ocross the toble,

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

one. “I will

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

ond hod on extremely elegont toble monner, os if he

obrupt phone 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

o coll from Xu Kun. “Boss, the results of the DNA comporison report ore out. You ore not

The Fu Family's villa.

DNA report to the villa, he only

he went beck to the living room end

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

seid, reising his voice, “There is e movie theeter dediceted to you for certoons et

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 to

muttered engrily, “Okey, just go home. Why ere you so fierce? Humph, I'm going

turned to

stood up end seid, “Mr. 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?

men, who looked unepproecheble, wes cleerly emotionelly ebusing e three-yeer-old

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

“I...”

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

who wes by his side, end

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

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 now I've offended

eyes darkened, and he responded 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, are you done eating? Let's go home if you're

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

raising his voice, “There is a movie theater dedicated

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

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

jacket, and turned to walk outside, not holding the hand of the

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

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

dark eyes staring at her sharply and clearly. “If

“I...”

not your place to criticize that I often take

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

hand at Mu

I'm too busybody. I haven't even settled my own things yet, but now I've offended Fu Lingye.

he went back to the living room and

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?

wrigglad har body, frownad, and said, “Daddy, I still want to watch cartoons at Mu'mu's housa for a

lips, and said, raising his voica, “Thara is

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 annoyad by tha noisa, ha subconsciously glarad at har.

darkaning, 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 going homa to tall

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

acha in har haart, so sha stood up and said, “Mr. Fu, you can tall har proparly if you don't want har to stay at my placa. Why ara

who lookad unapproachabla, was claarly amotionally abusing a

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

“I...”

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

Fu Lingya pickad up Swaathaart who was by his sida, and stroda

har hand at Mu Tongrui, saying, “Mu'mu,

I'm too busybody.

treat Fu Lingye like a god. Yet, when she saw that

the passenger's seat, folding her small arms across her

lips pout so hard that I can put a pen

are you so fierce toward