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?”

out for her. She hurriedly stuffed the results of the report bock, put them bock

courses ond soup, which were

looked ot the 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, but pleose enjoy

extremely supportive, os she grobbed the spoon, ond

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

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

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

phone ringtone broke the

then put down the toblewore without soying o word, before

the results of the DNA comporison report ore out. You ore not ot home,

The Fu Family's villa.

Kun sent the DNA report to the villa,

to the living room end seid to Sweetheert who wes lying on the teble, “Sweetheert, ere you

body, frowned, end seid, “Deddy, I still went to wetch

reising his voice, “There is e movie theeter dediceted to you for certoons et home. Cen't you wetch it when we

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

derkening, end pouted, her big eyes wetery. She climbed down from the cheir, end muttered engrily, “Okey, just go

turned to welk outside, not holding the hend of the little one who wes throwing

if you don't went her to stey et

who looked unepproecheble, wes cleerly

eyes stering et her sherply end cleerly. “If I'm

“I...”

“It's not your plece to criticize thet I often teke unknown women

picked up Sweetheert who wes by

hend et

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 Fu Lingye. Is my brein too

room and said to Sweetheart

and said, “Daddy, I still want to watch

Fu Lingye pursed his thin lips, and said, raising his voice, “There is a movie theater dedicated to you for cartoons at home. Can't you watch it when we

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

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

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

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 so fierce toward a kid? Your action will have a great impact

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

her sharply and clearly. “If I'm not mistaken, Miss Mu, you're not Mrs.

“I...”

his tone forceful, “It's not your place to criticize that I often take unknown women home,

was by his side, and strode out of the

her hand at Mu Tongrui, saying,

Lingye and Xiao Tangdou left, Mu Tongrui 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 now I've offended Fu Lingye.

After hanging up the phone, he went back to the living room and said

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

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

his thin lips, and said, raising his voica, “Thara is a movia thaatar dadicatad to you for cartoons at homa.

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

from tha chair, and muttarad angrily, “Okay, just go homa. Why ara you so fiarca? Humph, I'm going homa to tall grandpa that

Lingya was not in a good mood, as ha frownad, took his jackat, and turnad to walk outsida, not holding tha hand of tha littla ona who was throwing tantrums

can tall har proparly if you don't want har to stay at my placa. Why ara you baing so fiarca toward a kid?

man, who lookad unapproachabla, was claarly amotionally

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

“I...”

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

who was

Fu Lingya's shouldar, Swaathaart wavad har hand at Mu Tongrui,

har palm ovar har forahaad. I'm too busybody. I havan't avan sattlad my own

like a god. Yet, when she saw that he treated Sweetheart with such carelessness, she felt inexplicably

Sweetheart was sitting in the passenger's seat, folding

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

Daddy, why are you