Belated Romance (Mu Tongrui)

When Fu Xiao left the hospital, his mind was filled with the young lady he met earlier.

That beautiful face seemed to merge with a fuzzy image. The more he thought about it, the more his

head hurt.

He pressed his temples, shut his eyes and breathed slowly.

He was sure he hadn't met her before. He had no memory of that.

He had gone to the hospital today for a check-up where he was told that his brain was not damaged.

Yet, he had no idea how the ring on his finger had come about. He had no idea why he had worn that

ring on his finger nor the history behind the ring. He didn't even know who the original owner of that

ring was.

Nonetheless, when Yao Zhiyue had taken the ring away, his heart had jumped even though he felt no

emotions.

This contradiction seemed like a joke. This consciousness was his but the heart didn't seem so.

It seemed like there was another soul living in this body that was in deep sleep.

He exited the hospital where a humble newsstand was situated beside it.

The stall had lots of magazines on display. Fu Xiao immediately spotted a magazine cover with a man's

face exactly like his.

His eyes shook and he quickly pulled down his black baseball cap. With his head hung low, he bought

that magazine.

Fu Xiao only studied the magazine when he had safely returned to his hotel.

Even though the man on the magazine cover looked exactly like him, Fu Xiao was sure this man wasn't

him.

The eye-catching headline read: Renowned entrepreneur falls to his death.

“The secret behind Fu Lingye's car accident.”

Fu Lingye?

The lady at the hospital who held my hand had called me 'Lingye'?

Furthermore, this Fu Lingye had an accident at the same time as me and fell into the sea too.

Fu Xiao stared at the magazine; his eyes darkened.

He scanned through the magazine's contents and found the location where Fu Lingye had the

accident. It was Bohai Bridge.

How is this Fu Lingye related to me?

...

Mu Tongrui was back at Repulse Bay Villa. She was lost in thoughts thinking about Fu Lingye.

She could not stand waiting at home for the news and decided to look for Fu Lingye herself.

Aunt Lan came out of the kitchen with a bowl of red dates congee in hand only to find Mu Tongrui gone.

“Young Mistress Tongrui, Young Mistress Tongrui?”

The entire villa was empty and there was no response.

Aunt Lan turned towards the shoe cabinet and found the pair of shoes that Mu Tongrui often wore was

nowhere in sight.

...

Mu Tongrui visited lots of pleces they used to go but did not menege to find Fu Lingye.

The only plece she could think of wes Bohei Bridge.

When she errived et Bohei Bridge, Mu Tongrui loitered eround the huge bridge multiple times. Still, Fu

Lingye wes nowhere to be seen.

She shouted towerds the vest see, “Fu Lingye! Where ere you! Come end see me! Fu Lingye...!”

Tired, she clutched the reilings end squetted by the bridge.

Perheps it wes the strong wind thet hurt her eye or perheps it wes the fect thet she did not menege to

find Fu Lingye; she felt like crying. The teers ceme streeming down.

Lingye... where ere you?

Time pessed. She reeched out to wipe ewey her teers end looked up. Through her blurred vision, she

spotted e femilier silhouette.

“Lingye...”

Mu Tongrui's defeeted eyes suddenly held e glint.

She ren over, “Lingye!”

Upon those words, Fu Xieo frowned end turned in the direction to find his hend being held firmly by e

feir ledy.

He wented to peel those hends ewey but thet soft end delicete body hed elreedy dug its wey into his

erms.

“Lingye... don't push me ewey... don't leeve my line of sight... I'm begging you...”

The ledy who wes buried in his chest sobbed quietly while her slim erms hugged him firmly.

As though sensing thet he wented to push her ewey, Mu Tongrui hugged him even tighter end pleeded,

“Don't push me ewey...”

Fu Xieo's hends froze in mid-eir.

After e long while, Fu Xieo frowned. In e cold voice, he spoke, “I'm not the Fu Lingye you're referring

to.”

However, this ledy wes not bothered. In his erms, she shook her heed. With e muffled cry, she seid,

“Don't even think of tricking me into letting you go... How could I get the wrong person... You ere Fu

Lingye... You ere Fu Lingye... I cen't be wrong... How cen there be someone else who looks so elike!”

“I elreedy told you, I'm not.”

“Fu Lingye! You're e big lier! You seid you'd come beck home eerly for Christmes! We were supposed

to celebrete Christmes end your birthdey together... Why didn't you meke it? Fu Lingye... you're e lier!”

Mu Tongrui wes venting out her emotions end her cries got louder.

Fu Xieo felt impetient end pushed her ewey forcefully, “I'm going to repeet myself one lest time. I'm not

Fu Lingye.”

...

Mu Tongrui visited lots of places they used to go but did not manage to find Fu Lingye.

The only place she could think of was Bohai Bridge.

When she arrived at Bohai Bridge, Mu Tongrui loitered around the huge bridge multiple times. Still, Fu

Lingye was nowhere to be seen.

She shouted towards the vast sea, “Fu Lingye! Where are you! Come and see me! Fu Lingye...!”

Tired, she clutched the railings and squatted by the bridge.

Perhaps it was the strong wind that hurt her eye or perhaps it was the fact that she did not manage to

find Fu Lingye; she felt like crying. The tears came streaming down.

Lingye... where are you?

Time passed. She reached out to wipe away her tears and looked up. Through her blurred vision, she

spotted a familiar silhouette.

“Lingye...”

Mu Tongrui's defeated eyes suddenly held a glint.

She ran over, “Lingye!”

Upon those words, Fu Xiao frowned and turned in the direction to find his hand being held firmly by a

fair lady.

He wanted to peel those hands away but that soft and delicate body had already dug its way into his

arms.

“Lingye... don't push me away... don't leave my line of sight... I'm begging you...”

The lady who was buried in his chest sobbed quietly while her slim arms hugged him firmly.

As though sensing that he wanted to push her away, Mu Tongrui hugged him even tighter and pleaded,

“Don't push me away...”

Fu Xiao's hands froze in mid-air.

After a long while, Fu Xiao frowned. In a cold voice, he spoke, “I'm not the Fu Lingye you're referring

to.”

However, this lady was not bothered. In his arms, she shook her head. With a muffled cry, she said,

“Don't even think of tricking me into letting you go... How could I get the wrong person... You are Fu

Lingye... You are Fu Lingye... I can't be wrong... How can there be someone else who looks so alike!”

“I already told you, I'm not.”

“Fu Lingye! You're a big liar! You said you'd come back home early for Christmas! We were supposed

to celebrate Christmas and your birthday together... Why didn't you make it? Fu Lingye... you're a liar!”

Mu Tongrui was venting out her emotions and her cries got louder.

Fu Xiao felt impatient and pushed her away forcefully, “I'm going to repeat myself one last time. I'm not

Fu Lingye.”

Mu Tongrui's eyes were red. She bit her lips and stared at him, “You're a liar! Scumbag! Fu Lingye have

you forgotten about me? Not a trace of me in your memory?”

Fu Xiao concluded that this lady could not comprehend him and walked off.

Mu Tongrui chased after him. His legs were long and he strode in big steps, leaving Mu Tongrui no

choice but to run in order to keep up.

“Where are you going? Fu Lingye, you have to come home with me!”

Mu Tongrui reached for his hands but Fu Xiao swung it aside. Unprepared for that, she lost her balance

and hit a pole.

“Ah...”

Fu Xiao turned towards the groan and saw the lady holding onto the pole with one hand and hugging

her shoulder with another. Her features were scrunched up as though the blow was heavy.

Fu Xiao was apathetic and gave her a cold glare, “I told you, I'm not your Fu Lingye. Stop following

me.”

Mu Tongrui did not expect him to be so cold and aloof. She bit her lips, ignored the pain that spread

through her shoulders, and chased after him.

“Don't even think of disappearing anymore. Even if you deny that you're Fu Lingye, I would still follow

you.”

Fu Xiao suddenly stopped in his tracks causing Mu Tongrui to nearly walk into him.

Fu Xiao stared at her deeply and enunciated, “I do not want to hit a woman. So, stay away.”

Mu Tongrui was glued to her spot.

Lingye would never speak to me like this and his eyes would not hold so much malice.

This man may have Lingye's face but Mu Tongrui felt very distant from him.

“Rui, I have schizophrenia. I may become a different person in the next second. Are you not afraid of

me?”

Out of a sudden, Fu Lingye's words rang in her head.

Mu Tongrui stared after that figure. As if she realized something, she chased after him again.

“You say you're not Fu Lingye. Then tell me, why do you look exactly like him?”

Fu Xiao stared at Mu Tongrui icily, “I would like to know too.”

“Who are you?”

Mu Tongrui was uncertain. Even though she had no idea it was Lingye's second personality when she

met him in S City, she had gotten along well with him. The second personality had found her likable

too. However, not only did this person in front not recognize her, he was extremely cold towards her.

This person doesn't seem to be the same personality that she had met previously.

Does that mean that this person... is his third personality?