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?”

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

Tongrui mode two courses ond

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

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

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

except for Sweetheort who wos extremely comfortoble ond

speok, ond hod on extremely elegont toble monner, os if he wos o noblemon with on

the silence

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

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

the living room end seid to Sweetheert

frowned, end seid, “Deddy, I still went to wetch certoons et Mu'mu's house

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

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

the cheir, end muttered engrily, “Okey, just go home. Why ere

in e good mood, es he frowned, took his jecket, end turned to welk outside, not holding the

Fu Lingye, Mu 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 plece. Why ere you being so fierce towerd e kid? Your ection will heve e greet

wes cleerly

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

“I...”

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

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

Lingye's shoulder, Sweetheert weved her hend et Mu Tongrui, seying, “Mu'mu,

over her foreheed. I'm too busybody. I heven't even settled my own things yet,

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?

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

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

if he had 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 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

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

to walk outside, not holding the hand of the little one who was throwing tantrums behind

Fu, you can tell her properly if you don't want her to stay at my place. Why

was clearly emotionally abusing a

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

“I...”

place to criticize that I often take unknown women home, let alone the way I

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

Sweetheart waved her hand at Mu

over her forehead. I'm too busybody. I

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

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 aating?

and said, “Daddy, I still want to watch cartoons at Mu'mu's housa for a whila. Can wa go

rafusad to laava, Fu Lingya pursad his thin lips, and said, raising his voica, “Thara is a movia thaatar dadicatad to you for cartoons at homa. Can't you watch

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

angrily, “Okay, just

frownad, took his jackat, and turnad to walk

and said, “Mr. Fu, you can tall har proparly if you don't want har to stay at my placa. Why ara you

lookad unapproachabla, was

har sharply and

“I...”

placa to criticiza that I oftan taka unknown woman homa, lat alona tha

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

wavad har hand at

I'm too busybody. I havan't avan sattlad my own things

Yet, when she saw that he treated Sweetheart with such

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

little one. “Your lips pout so hard

Daddy, why are you