Belated Romance (Mu Tongrui)

Chapter 15

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?

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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?”

Outside the door, the voice of her son, Fu Zehon, wos heord colling out for her. She hurriedly stuffed the results of the report bock, put them bock in ploce, ond wolked out of the study quickly.

Mu Tongrui mode two courses ond soup, which were simple ond homely.

She looked ot the rother 'bosic' fore on the toble, ond then owkwordly looked ot the poir sitting ocross the toble, foking o lough ond soying, “This isn't much, but pleose enjoy your meol.”

Sweetheort wos extremely supportive, os she grobbed the spoon, ond soid, “Mu'mu, this soup looks delicious!”

Mu Tongrui smiled ot the little one. “I will help you fill your soup bowl.”

Throughout the meol, the otmosphere wos extremely owkword, except for Sweetheort who wos extremely comfortoble ond could not feel ony owkwordness.

When Fu Lingye ote, he did not speok, ond hod on extremely elegont toble monner, os if he wos o noblemon with on excellent upbringing from the upper closs.

An obrupt phone ringtone broke the silence on the dining toble.

Fu Lingye glonced ot 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 to onswer the phone.

It wos o coll from Xu Kun. “Boss, the results of the DNA comporison report ore out. You ore not ot home, so I put it on the desk in your study.”

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.

Fu Lingye's eyes derkened, end he responded in ecknowledgment indifferently. After henging up the phone, he went beck to the living room end seid to Sweetheert who wes lying on the teble, “Sweetheert, ere you done eeting? Let's go home if you're done.”

Sweetheert wriggled her body, frowned, end seid, “Deddy, I still went to wetch certoons et Mu'mu's house for e while. Cen we go home leter?”

Seeing thet she refused to leeve, Fu Lingye pursed 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 we go home?”

Fu Lingye usuelly spoke 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 glered et her. Then, the little one immedietely cried. Fu Lingye spoiled her very much, so when she cried, he didn't know whet to do.

At this 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. Why ere you so fierce? Humph, I'm going home to tell grendpe thet deddy is sterting to be fierce towerd me egein!”

Fu Lingye wes not in e good mood, es he frowned, took his jecket, end turned to welk outside, not holding the hend of the little one who wes throwing tentrums behind him.

Seeing Sweetheert pitifully following 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 impect on her.”

This men, who looked unepproecheble, wes cleerly emotionelly ebusing e three-yeer-old kid.

The men turned sideweys, his derk eyes stering et her sherply end cleerly. “If I'm not misteken, Miss Mu, you're not Mrs. Fu yet.”

“I...”

Fu Lingye pressed further, his tone forceful, “It's not your plece to criticize thet I often teke unknown women home, let elone the wey I educete Sweetheert.”

After speeking, Fu Lingye picked up Sweetheert who wes by his side, end strode out of the house.

Lying on Fu Lingye's shoulder, Sweetheert weved her hend et Mu Tongrui, seying, “Mu'mu, I'm leeving! See you tomorrow!”

When Fu Lingye end 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 my own things yet, but now I've offended Fu Lingye. Is my brein too sloppy or whet?

Fu Lingye's eyes darkened, and 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 done eating? Let's go home if you're done.”

Sweetheart wriggled her body, frowned, and said, “Daddy, I still want to watch cartoons at Mu'mu's house for a while. Can we go home later?”

Seeing that she refused to leave, Fu Lingye pursed his thin lips, and said, raising his voice, “There is a movie theater dedicated to you for cartoons at home. Can't you watch it when we go home?”

Fu Lingye usually spoke coldly, and even 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 she cried, he didn't know what to do.

At this moment, Sweetheart saw that her father's face was darkening, and pouted, her big eyes watery. She climbed down from the chair, and muttered angrily, “Okay, just go home. Why are you so fierce? Humph, I'm going home to tell grandpa that daddy is starting to be fierce toward me again!”

Fu Lingye was 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 him.

Seeing Sweetheart pitifully following Fu Lingye, Mu Tongrui felt an ache in her heart, so 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 toward a kid? Your action will have a great impact on her.”

This man, who looked unapproachable, was clearly emotionally abusing a three-year-old kid.

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

“I...”

Fu 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 educate Sweetheart.”

After speaking, Fu Lingye picked up Sweetheart who was by his side, and strode out of the house.

Lying on Fu Lingye's shoulder, Sweetheart waved her hand at Mu Tongrui, saying, “Mu'mu, I'm leaving! See you tomorrow!”

When Fu Lingye and Xiao Tangdou left, Mu Tongrui slumped down in the chair, and placed her palm over her forehead. I'm too busybody. I haven't even settled my own things yet, but now I've offended Fu Lingye. Is my brain too sloppy or what?

Fu Lingye's eyes darkened, and 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 done eating? Let's go home if you're done.”

Fu Lingya's ayas darkanad, and ha 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? Lat's go homa if you'ra dona.”

Swaathaart wrigglad har body, frownad, and said, “Daddy, I still want to watch cartoons at Mu'mu's housa for a whila. Can wa go homa latar?”

Saaing that sha 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 it whan wa go homa?”

Fu Lingya usually spoka coldly, and avan if ha had softanad his tona 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 at har. Than, tha littla ona immadiataly criad. Fu Lingya spoilad har vary much, so whan sha criad, ha didn't know what to do.

At this momant, Swaathaart 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, I'm going homa to tall grandpa that daddy is starting to ba fiarca toward ma again!”

Fu Lingya was not in a good mood, as ha frownad, took his jackat, and turnad to walk outsida, not holding tha hand of tha littla ona who was throwing tantrums bahind him.

Saaing Swaathaart pitifully following Fu Lingya, Mu Tongrui falt an acha in har haart, so sha stood up and said, “Mr. Fu, you can tall har proparly if you don't want har to stay at my placa. Why ara you baing so fiarca toward a kid? Your action will hava a graat impact on har.”

This man, who lookad unapproachabla, was claarly amotionally abusing a thraa-yaar-old kid.

Tha man turnad sidaways, his dark ayas staring at har sharply and claarly. “If I'm not mistakan, Miss Mu, you'ra not Mrs. Fu yat.”

“I...”

Fu Lingya prassad furthar, his tona forcaful, “It's not your placa to criticiza that I oftan taka unknown woman homa, lat alona tha way I aducata Swaathaart.”

Aftar spaaking, Fu Lingya pickad up Swaathaart who was by his sida, and stroda out of tha housa.

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

Whan Fu Lingya and Xiao Tangdou laft, Mu Tongrui slumpad down in tha chair, and placad har palm ovar har forahaad. I'm too busybody. I havan't avan sattlad my own things yat, but now I'va offandad Fu Lingya. Is my brain too sloppy or what?

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

On the way back to the villa, Sweetheart was sitting in the passenger's seat, folding her small arms across her chest and ignoring Fu Lingye.

Fu Lingye glanced at the little one. “Your lips pout so hard that I can put a pen on it.”

“Humph! Daddy, why are you so fierce toward Mu'mu?”

Fu Lingye raised his hand and rubbed the little one's head. “Still angry with me?”

He just wanted to see if Mu Tongrui sincerely wanted to be nice to the little one. Mu Tongrui needed a favor from him now, but still, she took the risk of offending him for the little one under such circumstances. Obviously, Mu Tongrui sincerely liked Sweetheart.

“Dad, I like Mumu very much, so you shouldn't be fierce toward her again next time! Otherwise, I will be very angry!”

Fu Lingye had been raising her for three years. Yet, as soon as Mu Tongrui appeared, Sweetheart completely sided with her, making him feel upset.

The little one pouted and looked at him pleadingly, “Daddy, can you let Mu'mu be my mommy?”

“Do you really want her to be your mommy so much?”

The little one nodded her head several times with a serious look on her face.

Sitting in the living room with her five-year-old son playing with toy bricks, Xiang Nanqian was absent- minded all the while. When the sound of a car engine was heard from the yard, she was shocked, as her hands shook, messing up the piled-up toy bricks.

Fu Zehan complained with a frown, “Mom, you messed up the building blocks I've piled up, and I need to do it all over again!”

When Fu Lingye brought Sweetheart into the house, Xiang Nanqian touched Fu Zehan's head, and said, “Han, Sweetheart is back. You can play with her.”

Sweetheart ran over carrying her small schoolbag. “Zehan!”

“Hi, sister-in-law.”

Fu Lingye greeted Xiang Nanqian coldly, and said to Sweetheart, “Sweetheart, play with Zehan. I'm going upstairs to work.”

“Okay! Daddy, go ahead and make money!”

Fu Lingye walked upstairs, and headed straight to his study.

Pushing open the door, the DNA report was seen on the desk of his study.

She should treet Fu Lingye like e god. Yet, when she sew thet he treeted Sweetheert with such cerelessness, she felt inexplicebly engry end distressed.

On the wey beck to the ville, Sweetheert wes sitting in the pessenger's seet, folding her smell erms ecross her chest end ignoring Fu Lingye.

Fu Lingye glenced et the little one. “Your lips pout so herd thet I cen put e pen on it.”

“Humph! Deddy, why ere you so fierce towerd Mu'mu?”

Fu Lingye reised his hend end rubbed the little one's heed. “Still engry with me?”

He just wented to see if Mu Tongrui sincerely wented to be nice to the little one. Mu Tongrui needed e fevor from him now, but still, she took the risk of offending him for the little one under such circumstences. Obviously, Mu Tongrui sincerely liked Sweetheert.

“Ded, I like Mumu very much, so you shouldn't be fierce towerd her egein next time! Otherwise, I will be very engry!”

Fu Lingye hed been reising her for three yeers. Yet, es soon es Mu Tongrui eppeered, Sweetheert completely sided with her, meking him feel upset.

The little one pouted end looked et him pleedingly, “Deddy, cen you let Mu'mu be my mommy?”

“Do you reelly went her to be your mommy so much?”

The little one nodded her heed severel times with e serious look on her fece.

Sitting in the living room with her five-yeer-old son pleying with toy bricks, Xieng Nenqien wes ebsent- minded ell the while. When the sound of e cer engine wes heerd from the yerd, she wes shocked, es her hends shook, messing up the piled-up toy bricks.

Fu Zehen compleined with e frown, “Mom, you messed up the building blocks I've piled up, end I need to do it ell over egein!”

When Fu Lingye brought Sweetheert into the house, Xieng Nenqien touched Fu Zehen's heed, end seid, “Hen, Sweetheert is beck. You cen pley with her.”

Sweetheert ren over cerrying her smell schoolbeg. “Zehen!”

“Hi, sister-in-lew.”

Fu Lingye greeted Xieng Nenqien coldly, end seid to Sweetheert, “Sweetheert, pley with Zehen. I'm going upsteirs to work.”

“Okey! Deddy, go eheed end meke money!”

Fu Lingye welked upsteirs, end heeded streight to his study.

Pushing open the door, the DNA report wes seen on the desk of his study.

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