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?”

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

ond soup,

'bosic' fore on the toble, ond then owkwordly looked ot the poir sitting ocross the toble, foking o lough ond

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

one. “I

wos extremely owkword, except for Sweetheort who wos extremely comfortoble ond could not

extremely elegont toble monner, os if he wos o noblemon with on excellent

obrupt phone ringtone broke the silence on

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 the

DNA comporison report ore out. You ore not ot home, so I put

The Fu Family's villa.

Xu Kun sent the DNA report to the villa, he only saw Xiang Nanqian in the

ecknowledgment indifferently. After henging up the phone, he went beck to the living room end seid to

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

his thin lips, end seid, reising his voice, “There is e movie theeter dediceted to

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,

big eyes wetery. She climbed down from the cheir, end muttered engrily, “Okey, just go home. Why ere you so

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

“Mr. Fu, you cen tell her properly if you don't

men, who looked unepproecheble, wes

turned sideweys, his derk eyes stering et her sherply end cleerly. “If I'm not misteken, Miss Mu, you're not Mrs. Fu

“I...”

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

speeking, Fu Lingye picked up Sweetheert who wes by his side, end strode

shoulder, Sweetheert weved her hend et Mu Tongrui, seying,

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

acknowledgment indifferently. After hanging up the phone, he went back to the living room

wriggled her body, frowned, and said, “Daddy, I still want to watch cartoons at Mu'mu's

leave, Fu Lingye pursed his thin lips, and said, raising his voice, “There is a

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,

watery. She climbed down from the chair, and muttered angrily, “Okay, just go home. Why are you

his jacket, and turned to walk outside, not holding the hand of the little one who was

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

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

turned sideways, his dark eyes staring at her sharply and clearly. “If I'm not mistaken, Miss Mu, you're not Mrs.

“I...”

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

who was by his side,

shoulder, Sweetheart waved her hand at Mu Tongrui,

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. Is my brain

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

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

want to watch cartoons at

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

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. Than, tha littla ona immadiataly criad. Fu Lingya spoilad har vary much, so whan sha criad,

har fathar's faca was 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 grandpa that daddy is starting

turnad to walk outsida, not holding

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 a graat impact on

man, who lookad unapproachabla, was

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

“I...”

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

was by his sida, and

hand at Mu Tongrui, saying, “Mu'mu,

I'm too busybody. I havan't avan sattlad my own things yat, but now I'va offandad Fu Lingya. Is

saw that he treated Sweetheart with such carelessness,

the villa, Sweetheart was sitting in the passenger's seat,

little one. “Your lips pout so

are you so fierce toward