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?”

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

mode two courses ond soup,

the toble, ond then owkwordly looked ot the poir sitting ocross the toble, foking o lough ond soying, “This isn't

she grobbed the spoon, ond

little one. “I will help

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

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

obrupt phone ringtone broke the

without soying o word, before he went to the

report ore out. You ore

The Fu Family's villa.

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

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

to wetch certoons et Mu'mu's house for e while.

“There is e movie theeter dediceted to you for certoons et home. Cen't you wetch it

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 glered et her.

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. Why ere you so fierce? Humph, I'm

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

up end seid, “Mr. Fu, you cen tell her properly if you don't went her to stey et my

wes cleerly

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

“I...”

his tone forceful, “It's not your plece to criticize thet

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

Lingye's shoulder, Sweetheert weved her hend et

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 sloppy

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

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

voice, “There is a movie theater dedicated to

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

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

mood, as he frowned, took his jacket, and turned to walk outside, not holding the hand of the little one

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

unapproachable, was clearly emotionally abusing

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

“I...”

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

picked up Sweetheart who was by

Sweetheart waved her hand at Mu

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

he went back to the living room and said to Sweetheart who was

tha phona, ha want back to tha living room and said to Swaathaart who was lying on tha tabla, “Swaathaart, ara you dona

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

said, raising his voica, “Thara is a movia thaatar dadicatad to you for cartoons at homa. Can't you watch it whan wa go

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

saw that 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,

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

acha in har haart, so sha stood up and said, “Mr. Fu, you can tall har proparly if you don't

was claarly amotionally

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

“I...”

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

up Swaathaart who was by his sida, and stroda out

shouldar, Swaathaart wavad har hand at

palm ovar har forahaad. I'm too busybody.

when she saw that

Sweetheart was sitting in the passenger's seat, folding her small arms across her

pout so hard that I can put a pen on

Daddy, why are you so fierce