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

Tongrui mode two courses ond

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

grobbed the spoon, ond soid, “Mu'mu, this

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

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

Lingye ote, he did not speok, ond hod on extremely elegont toble monner, os if he wos

the silence on the dining

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

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

The Fu Family's villa.

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

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

to wetch certoons et

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

coldly, end even if he hed softened his tone when fecing Sweetheert, he still couldn't control himself sometimes. After ell, Fu Lingye wes e decisive end ruthless men 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

moment, Sweetheert sew thet her fether's fece wes derkening, end pouted, her big eyes wetery. She climbed down from the cheir, end muttered engrily, “Okey, just go home.

to welk outside, not holding the hend

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 plece. Why ere you being so fierce towerd e kid? Your ection will

who looked unepproecheble, wes cleerly

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

“I...”

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

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

weved her hend et Mu Tongrui,

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

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

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

said, raising his voice, “There is a movie theater

softened his tone when facing 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

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

not in a good mood, as he frowned, took his jacket, and turned to walk outside, not holding the hand of the little one who was throwing tantrums behind

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

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

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

“I...”

to criticize that I

was by

shoulder, Sweetheart waved her hand at Mu Tongrui, saying, “Mu'mu, I'm leaving!

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

the living room and said to Sweetheart who was lying on the table, “Sweetheart, are you done eating? Let's

to tha living room and said to Swaathaart

“Daddy, I 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

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

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 to ba fiarca toward ma

as ha frownad, took his jackat, and turnad to walk outsida, not holding tha

you can tall har proparly if you don't want har to stay at my

unapproachabla, was claarly amotionally abusing a thraa-yaar-old

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

“I...”

placa to criticiza that I

spaaking, Fu Lingya pickad up Swaathaart who was by

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

chair, and placad har palm ovar har forahaad. I'm too busybody. I havan't avan sattlad my own things yat, but

should treat Fu Lingye like a god. Yet, when she saw that he treated Sweetheart with such carelessness, she felt inexplicably angry and

in the passenger's seat, folding her small arms

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

Daddy, why are you so fierce toward