Belated Romance (Mu Tongrui)

Mu Tongrui disinfected and dressed the would attentively, “I want to be an open-minded partner. I also

that understand your affair with Xiang Nanqian was in the past. Somehow I still get jealous. Is it silly to

make you keep your distance from her when we get back? It might be hard since she's your sister-in-

law and Xiaohan...”

Fu Lingye reached behind and hauled the petite woman to his front.

Mu Tongrui fell into his embrace, “I'm not done yet...”

“I told you. There's nothing between Xiang Nanqian and me. We are only family.”

Whatever I say to her always goes in one ear and out the other.

“Don't lie. You even have the same blood type as Xiaohan. Isn't that too coincidental?”

Mu Tongrui could accept their history -- everyone had one -- even if it involved a child.

However, she refused to tolerate lies. Anything but lies.

Noticing Fu Lingye's gaze turned sharp, Mu Tongrui shrugged, “Did I say something wrong? Why are

you looking at me like that?”

Fu Lingye's aura could be intimidating at times, not to mention when he fixated his eyes on someone

with judgment.

The silence lasted for what felt like forever before Fu Lingye broke it with a light sigh. He explained

patiently, “My brother and I share the same blood type. Got it?”

He didn't expect this misunderstanding to be the cause of her previous cold treatment.

Mu Tongrui took a second to take in the pleasant surprise, “Does that mean Xiaohan's not your kid?”

Wow! Xiang Nanqian deliberately told me about the blood type to mislead me.

Looking at it now, Mu Tongrui recognized it was all part of Xiang Nanqian's scheme.

Mu Tongrui understood how she was vulnerable to be manipulated. Besides, it was common for women

to throw sensibility and intelligence out of the window when they are blinded by jealousy.

Mu Tongrui curiously pried, “But you claimed your last relationship was in college, and Xiang Nanqian

said you formed a heart shape with candles by her dorm building... weren't you going after her?”

Still staring at her deeply, Fu Lingye did not answer directly, “Why? Do you wish I was?”

“Of course not!”

I wish you weren't in each other's lives.

Women all care about their partners' exes. If they didn't, then they aren't deep in love enough.

Mu Tongrui fell harder for Fu Lingye by the second. She was profoundly moved when this man

swallowed his pride and risked his life only to come for her apology.

Notably when it was someone as proud and aloof as Fu Lingye.

“I did do that. The candles.”

Fu Lingye's laid-back revelation annoyed Mu Tongrui, despite her plea for his frankness.

Mu Tongrui played with the gauze on his back with a mopey face. Looking down, Fu Lingye read

coquetry instead of anger on her face.

Hence, he further provoked, “Why that face? You asked for my honesty.”

“Nothing. I'm just envious.”

After that, Mu Tongrui nervously looked up to inspect Fu Lingye.

Would he think I'm the type who gets jealous over nothing?

Fu Lingye's reaction was unexpected. He kissed her forehead, then clarified, “I did that to help my

brother with his romantic gesture.”

Mu Tongrui tapped his chest with a fist kittenishly, “Why couldn't you tell the whole story at once?”

He did that deliberately for the suspense.

Fu Lingye chuckled and grasped her fist, “Did you really expect that from me?”

Of course he would never do that.

To him, that was never appropriate. Also, he'd be the laughing stock if rejected publicly.

All in all, tricks like this only worked for couples who wanted to spice things up. Using it to get a girl

would be too high-risk and ineffective.

Mu Tongrui's stared at him with her doe eyes and smiled back, “You're right. It's odd to imagine you

doing that.”

Odd was not the right word. Bizarre was.

Fu Lingye would never do that if his brother didn't make him.

Only Fu Lingye's brother could make him perform over-the-top, cheesy gestures like that.

“So what's your go-to move when you like a girl?”

Fu Lingye's gaze grew earnest, “Well, I try to make her mine. Keep her occupied, so she can't think

about other men.”

“What if the girl doesn't want you back? You can't boss her around...”

A smooch on her lips stopped her. Fu Lingye cupped Mu Tongrui's head to keep her still.

She mirrored him by wrapping her arms around him.

It had been long since they last got intimate. Mu Tongrui coyly fondled Fu Lingye's neck as he slipped

her sleeping gown down. Flushing, she whispered involuntarily, “Fu Lingye...”

“Without the Fu.”

“Lingye... could you go slow?”

Saying that made Mu Tongrui uneasy. She lowered her head.

Instead of a verbal response, she received a zealous physical one...

The clashing waves could be heard clearly at the tranquil night.

Ocean breeze traveled into the room through the ajar door. However, it did not cool down the

steaminess in it.

Mu Tongrui lost track of time. By the time she was worked to the edge of consciousness, Fu Lingye

finally let her take a break, “You need to work out more to keep up with me.”

Worn out, Mu Tongrui nestled in his arms. She couldn't even lift a finger at this point. Pillowing her head

with one arm, Fu Lingye reached his other arm to his pants off the bed. He took out her diamond ring

and wore it for her. He demanded with a deep tone, “Don't take it off ever again.”

Mu Tongrui was moved. Still flushed from the session, she lifted her gaze, “Fu Lingye! Can you always

do this from now on? Come after me and sweet-talk me after we fight.”

Just like this time.

Though still affable, Fu Lingye furrowed his brows, “Why are you acting like Sweetheart?”

That's how Sweetheart liked to be treated too.

Mu Tongrui justified, “I'm her mom. Of course we are alike.”

“Oh, so you're three years old too?”

Mu Tongrui sweetly argued, “Three or not. I like it this way. The silent treatment sucks.”

Fu Lingye gave her a side-eye, “Did you make Jian Zhe treat you this way too?”