Belated Romance (Mu Tongrui)

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, explosive sounds of firecrackers could be heard all around Repulse Bay Villa.

Lingye was holding his phone and standing by a sweeping window. He was staring at his Sweetheart who was still soundly asleep in bed.

When Xu Kun answered his call, he had just awakened, “Hello boss, Happy Lunar New Year.”

Lingye mumbled a vague response. Then, he broached the topic at heart, “Ask Mr. Yan to prepare two copies of the divorce agreement. Make sure the terms and conditions are all elaborated carefully.”

Xu Kun felt like he had just received a bombshell, “What? Boss, you need to think about this carefully. Although we haven’t found Mrs. Fu yet, it’s not like Mr. Fu will just allow you to march toward your divorce as you wish. Who knows, maybe Mrs. Fu is waiting for you in some place…”

“Just get them ready.”

Lingye was unfazed by anything, and his tone did not reveal any tinge of sadness at all.

Xu Kun stared at his phone as the line went dead, and he was in a paralyzed state for some time. He thought, You’re asking me to get the lawyer to prepare a divorce agreement on the first day of the Lunar New Year. Nothing can be more inauspicious than this…

However, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong.

Xu Kun slapped his head as if some realization just dawned on him. He finally knew what was Lingyet thinking.

Could it be that he was trying to stage a fake divorce so that Mrs. Fu would have no choice but to show herself?

…

It was eight in the morning at the Fu Manor. Lingye brought Siqi back to his home.

Siqi was sipping on some hot milk as she could not stop rubbing her eyes. She grumbled in her baby’s voice, “Grandpa, Daddy got me to wake up so early in the morning. I am so tired, and I want to sleep more.”

Mr. Fu stroked Siqi’s tiny head and cooed, “Go upstairs if you want to sleep more. Lan, bring her upstairs to have a nap.”

“Yes, Mr. Fu.”

Lan immediately carried Siqi upstairs, and after they were gone, Mr. Fu’s face suddenly transformed into a mechanical, emotionless one. He clasped his hands behind his back and barked, “Didn’t you declare that you would never step into this house again? Why did you come back only after a few days? I don’t remember inviting you back here.”

Lingye tossed a paper bag onto a tea table in front of him. He replied, “I come to send Siqi here as well as give you this. Help me pass this on to Tongrui. I’ve already signed them.”

his gaze fell on that paper bag. He frowned, “What

of any emotion as he replied, “Divorce agreement. Just like

frowned even deeper, “Are you trying

“Didn’t you want me to do that? I’ve already signed my name. What else do you still

at Lingye while pursing his lips. It seemed that he was trying to

the one who was able to

Fu did not understand Lingye enough, he would have thought that Lingye was a cold, heartless man who was about to

and indecipherable. It was so harrowing that

“You know that everything was in the past. There’s no way that I would only love one woman in my whole life. Despite my love for Tongrui, I won’t give

“...”

Was Lingye

promise to never see me again two days ago all for her sake? Why are you…

think what you

“You… You bastard…”

that moment, Mr. Fu could not really tell

the agreement there, Lingye did not plan to overstay his welcome, “I have a dinner gathering that I need to attend tonight. It’s an invitation

relative's house. Even if he was on holiday, he would come up with excuses just to show

forward to huge festivities like this. Not only was the atmosphere happening, but she could also receive huge red packets. As a child,

about to step out of the manor, Nanqian rushed down the stairs and

show much enthusiasm

Lunar New Year. Shouldn’t you

do,” Lingye’s rejection

“Wait a second there.”

of syrup for him, “Drink this. It’s an auspicious sign for you to have an amazing year ahead. Drink some before you

curtly, “I am going to divorce soon. There’s

that,

Nanqian froze on

bastard, who do you think you’re talking to with that kind of

“Dad, what’s going on?”

just doing

paper bag and saw that on the divorce

befuddled, “Did he really set his