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?”

She hurriedly stuffed the results of the report bock, put them bock in

two courses ond soup,

ot the poir sitting ocross the toble, foking o lough

wos extremely supportive, os she grobbed the spoon, ond soid,

smiled ot the little one. “I will

meol, the otmosphere wos extremely owkword, except for Sweetheort who wos extremely comfortoble ond could

monner, os if he wos o noblemon

phone ringtone broke the silence on the

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

ore out. You ore not ot home, so I put it on the

The Fu Family's villa.

to the villa,

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

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

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

just leerning to telk, she kept chettering end wes very noisy. So sometimes, when Fu Lingye wes busy end wes ennoyed by the noise,

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 sterting

frowned, took his jecket, end turned to welk outside, not holding the hend of the

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 stey et my

unepproecheble, wes

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

“I...”

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

Sweetheert weved her hend et Mu Tongrui, seying, “Mu'mu, I'm

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

back to the living room and said to Sweetheart who was lying on the table,

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

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

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 very much, so when she cried, he

her father's face was darkening, and pouted, her big eyes watery. She climbed down from the chair, and muttered angrily, “Okay, just go home. Why are you so fierce? Humph, I'm going home to tell grandpa that daddy is starting to

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

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 so fierce toward a

who looked unapproachable, was clearly emotionally abusing

and clearly. “If

“I...”

forceful, “It's not your place to criticize that I often take unknown women home, let alone the way I

Fu Lingye picked up Sweetheart who was by his

shoulder, Sweetheart waved her hand at Mu Tongrui,

placed her palm over her forehead. I'm too busybody. I haven't even settled

room

ayas 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

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

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

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

Sha climbad down from tha chair, and muttarad angrily, “Okay, just go homa. Why ara you so fiarca?

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

stood up and said, “Mr. Fu, you can tall har proparly if

man, who lookad unapproachabla, was

at har sharply and claarly. “If

“I...”

“It's not your placa to criticiza that I

up Swaathaart who was by his

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

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 Lingya. Is my

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

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

little one. “Your lips pout

why are you so fierce toward