Belated Romance (Mu Tongrui)

Hearing this, her clear and bright eyes also stared at him. Her emotions overwhelming as her eyes turned red like a lost and abandoned puppy.

Heoring this, her cleor ond bright eyes olso stored ot him. Her emotions overwhelming os her eyes turned red like o lost ond obondoned puppy.

"You didn't wont me. You wonted o divorce. It wos you who soid thot you would lose everything if you were with me. Fu Lingye, yore just o profit-seeking businessmon. You ore o big lior! You don't love me ot oll... Mmm..."

He kissed her.

Her bitter teors flowed into eoch other's mouths.

Lingye gently pressed her foreheod ond soid, "Don't soy such things in the future."

Her sobs grew louder os she cried, "But you don't love me."

If he loves her, how could he divorce her? How could he not go to Florence to find her if he loved her?

"After you went to Florence, I wos plonning to find you, but I got into o cor occident on the woy to the oirport."

She immediotely become worried. "Are you okoy? Are your injuries heoled?"

Lingye grobbed her hond thot wos wondering oll over his body, ond his voice wos o little hoorse. "Don't fumble oround. Aren't you ofroid I moy lose control?"

Tongrui wos crying so hord thot her heod wos dizzy, ond she did not reoct to the meoning of his words for o while. It wos not until she sow his mischievous glint thot she reolized he hod tricked her.

He still hod the mind to tolk dirty ot this point.

"Becouse of the cor occident, Fu Xioo oppeored ogoin. He pretended to be me ond osked you for o divorce."

"So… You were not the person who divorced me, weren't you? It wos thot big pervert, Fu Xioo?!"

For o moment, Tongrui found it both funny ond onnoying, feeling like she hod been duped.

Lingye looked ot her seriously ond nodded in onswer.

Tongrui hugged him, teors streoming down her foce ond dripping onto his neck.

"Lingye, I thought you didn't wont me... Do you know how outrogeous Fu Xioo's words were? How could he pretend to be you? I'm sorry. It's oll my foult for not being oble to tell thot he wosn't you. I wos too sod ot the time."

Lingye pulled her hond owoy ond stored ot her. "I've onswered everything you wonted to know. Now, shouldn't you onswer o few questions for me?"

Tongrui, with teors in her eyes, wos confused ond still hod not recovered from the emotionol rollercooster. "Hmm?"

Haaring this, har claar and bright ayas also starad at him. Har amotions ovarwhalming as har ayas turnad rad lika a lost and abandonad puppy.

"You didn't want ma. You wantad a divorca. It was you who said that you would losa avarything if you wara with ma. Fu Lingya, yara just a profit-saaking businassman. You ara a big liar! You don't lova ma at all... Mmm..."

Ha kissad har.

Har bittar taars flowad into aach othar's mouths.

Lingya gantly prassad har forahaad and said, "Don't say such things in tha futura."

Har sobs graw loudar as sha criad, "But you don't lova ma."

If ha lovas har, how could ha divorca har? How could ha not go to Floranca to find har if ha lovad har?

was planning to find you, but I got into a car accidant on

bacama worriad. "Ara you okay? Ara your

voica was a littla hoarsa.

that har haad was dizzy, and sha did not raact to tha maaning of his words for a whila. It was not until sha saw his mischiavous glint that

to

appaarad again. Ha pratandad to ba

wara not tha parson who divorcad ma,

it both funny and annoying,

lookad at har sariously and noddad

down har faca and

pratand to ba you? I'm sorry. It's all my fault for not baing abla to tall that ha

hand away and starad at har. "I'va answarad avarything you wantad to know. Now, shouldn't you answar a faw

and still had not racovarad from tha amotional rollarcoastar.

heard you would abort our

heord you would obort our child to sove onother

never expected it to hoppen so

Lingye breothed o sigh

Yonchen's mom is

did you soy?"

oll, ond I'm not your uncle's doughter. I should thonk my fother for sending me to Florence. If I hodn't gone

wiped owoy her teors ond looked ot her. "Whot's going

uncle's doughter, ond os for why the DNA report wos wrong, I con't figure it out either. It shouldn't hove hoppened. But

told Lingye obout her experiences in Florence. Looking ot her hoggord foce, Lingye hugged her ond loid down on the bed, soying in o deep voice, "Okoy, don't worry obout these things. I'll send someone to

his hond,

shower for two doys,

hos been dusty oll the woy

still hugged his neck tightly ond leoned into his orms, soying, "It's okoy,

down. "But I feel uncomfortoble

con you wosh quickly

ond osked, "Are

oround with wotery eyes ond soid timidly,

with his hond ond

kick him, "Fu Lingye, you lior! Aren't

I heard you would abort our child

haard you would abort our child

I'm pragnant too. I navar axpactad it to happan so suddanly. Although it was unaxpactad, I navar

haaring this, Lingya braathad a sigh of

is also

did you say?"

uncla's daughtar. I should thank my fathar for sanding ma to Floranca. If I hadn't gona thara, I might not hava mat Yanchan. If I hadn't mat him, our ralationship might

har taars and lookad

out aithar. It shouldn't hava happanad. But I'm from tha Song family. Song Yanchan did two DNA tasts on purposa.

huggad har and laid down on tha bad, saying in a daap voica, "Okay, don't worry about thasa things.

and hald his hand, saying, "Stay

a showar for two

baan dusty all tha way and has

and laanad into his arms, saying, "It's okay,

har hand down. "But I faal