Belated Romance (Mu Tongrui)

“You even had a great time with Yan Yi last night. Yet, there's still nothing between you and Yan Yi?”

Is it true that men are all like this? Carrying fire in one hand and water in the other?

The intimate photo of him and Yan Yi taken in the bar last night went viral in the whole of Bei City. Does

Fu Lingye think that I'm a fool or blind by saying that there's nothing between him and Yan Yi?

Fu Lingye stared at her glowingly, and scrutinized her for a short while, before saying meaningfully, “I

really had a great time with Yan Yi last night.”

“You...!”

Scoundrel! Hooligan! Bastard!

Fuming, Mu Tongrui got up and was about to leave, but Fu Lingye quickly grabbed her body and pulled

her into his arms. The man leaned over, and asked with a smile, “Are you mad? “

Seeing her angry look, Fu Lingye somehow felt happy deep down.

“Since you had such a great time with Yan Yi, why do you hug me? Let go of me, Fu Lingye!”

The woman in his arms was struggling desperately. When she accidentally touched the wound on her

arm, her face wrinkled in pain, and her tears kept rolling down her cheeks.

Fu Lingye lowered his head, and planted a kiss on her lips. He said slowly in a low and hoarse voice, “I

did have a great time with Yan Yi last night, but we were just drinking. You know Lu Zhan, and he was

also there with us.”

Mu Tongrui's face turned red, and she quickly pushed him away. They were still in the hospital. Did he

just kiss me in the public?

She subconsciously reached out to touch her lips that he had just kissed. It was just a light peck, but

she found that her lips were burning hot, and even her whole neck turned warm.

Fu Lingye placed his hand over her forehead, and teased, “Other than the injury on the arm, do you still

have a fever?”

Blushing, Mu Tongrui slapped his hand away, while muttering awkwardly, “I don't have a fever.”

Fu Lingye stared at her with a gentle look on his face, making Mu Tongrui stunned for a while. Fu

Lingye had always been aloof, and even his gaze was cold when he looked at people. Yet, the rare

gentleness at the moment captivated her in an instant.

There were butterflies in her stomach.

In the car, Mu Tongrui sat on the passenger's seat. After holding back all the way, and seeing that they

were approaching Fu Corporation, she asked hesitantly, “So... you were not the only one who was with

Yan Yi last night, there was also Mr. Lu?”

“Is it because I didn't explain clearly enough, or do you have a poor ability to understand?”

Fu Lingye gave her a playful look.

However, since they were only drinking, what are they doing being so physically close?

Thinking of the photo, Mu Tongrui frowned in dissatisfaction, “Since you were just drinking, why did you

get so close to each other?”

She sounded a little like a wife.

Fu Lingye smiled. “The bar was too noisy. If we didn't get closer, how can we hear each other clearly?”

He pretended to be indifferent and calm, as if he didn't think there was something wrong with it, so Mu

Tongrui sat on her seat angrily.

But even so, it still couldn’t change the fact that Yan Yi was Fu Lingye’s confidante. If she was not a

confidante, they wouldn't drink in the bar at night and even get so intimate. Mu Tongrui would not

believe that Fu Lingye was a perfect gentleman, as he was clearly the kind of person who vented his

desires anytime and anywhere.

She wanted to ask something more, but then she thought that they were not in a relationship. At most,

they had only slept together several times and accidentally had a kid. It was a relationship that was

intimate yet contradictorily distant.

This was because there was no real relationship between them. Mu Tongrui was completely depressed

when she thought about this.

Fu Lingye, who was driving next to her, suddenly discovered that this little woman looked quite cute

when she got jealous.

He didn’t like jealous women. Before he met Mu Tongrui, the women around him were all women who

knew how to handle themselves well. They knew when to be jealous to flirt with him, while also

knowing how to control themselves and not to go too far. However, Mu Tongrui was not that kind of

woman. She didn't have a sense of propriety, nor handle herself well, let alone being gentle and

virtuous.

She is probably a child herself, so how can she play the role of mother of Sweetheart well?

It was just that this woman's influence on his mood was growing. Fu Lingye still didn't know for the time

being whether this was a good thing or a bad thing.

When the black Spyker drove to the Fu Corporation's underground garage, Fu Lingye's phone rang.

From the corner of her eye, Mu Tongrui saw that the caller ID was Yan Yi.

Fu Lingye glanced at her and picked it up sportingly, without trying to be sneaky.

On the other end of the line, Yan Yi asked, “How is Miss Mu? Is her injury serious?”

“She's fine. It's just that her arm is injured and bled a little, but overall, she's fine.”

“That's good.”

With an injured arm, Mu Tongrui opened the car door, and walked toward the lift. Fu Lingye got out of

the car and strode up to follow her, grabbing her in the uninjured arm. “You are injured at work today. I

will allow you to rest this afternoon.”

“Forget it, Ms. Xiang—”

“I will inform Ms. Xiang personally.”

Mu Tongrui pursed her lips. Her arm hurt terribly, so she really didn't want to go back to work now.

“Then, can I go home now?”

Fu Lingye didn't let go of her. “No.”

Mu Tongrui's mouth twitched. “Didn't you ask me to rest? Where should I rest if I don't go home?”

“My office.”

“I'm not going.”

Mu Tongrui turned around to leave, whereas Fu Lingye carried her up and walked into his private lift

with steady steps.

How could this man be so overbearing!

In the office, Fu Lingye put Mu Tongrui on the sofa.

As soon as Mu Tongrui found a comfortable position to nestle down, her phone rang. Fu Lingye's eyes

and her eyes fell on the flashing caller's name.

Feeling guilty, she froze, not knowing whether to answer it or not.

The male voice above her head was heard drily asking, “Aren't you going to answer your ex-boyfriend's

phone?”

Although his tone was indifferent, Mu Tongrui noticed a hint of ridicule, and immediately answered the

phone in anger.

Yes, Jian Zhe is at least my ex-boyfriend. Fu Lingye is neither my current boyfriend nor my ex. Why am

I feeling guilty?

Is it just because I have a sexual relationship with him?

She had indeed only slept with one man—which was Fu Lingye—but she was not the only one whom

he had slept with.

After answering the phone, Jian Zhe said, “Tongrui, did you catch a cold after rescuing me from the

lake yesterday? I have been discharged from the hospital. How are you now? I want to go and see

you.”

Mu Tongrui subconsciously looked at the man who was looking at the file next to her, and replied in a

low voice, “No, I don't have a cold. You don't need to come and see me.”

“Tongrui, thank you for yesterday. If it weren't for you, I might still be in depression now.”

Mu Tongrui was about to respond when the phone over her ear was suddenly taken away by a big,

slender hand. With a cold expression on his face, Fu Lingye said in a cold and intimidating tone, “Mu

Tongrui is now mine. Since you're her ex-boyfriend, you should not contact her anymore.”

After speaking, Fu Lingye directly hung up the phone.

Mu Tongrui was rendered speechless.

Taking back her phone, she blushed and said disapprovingly, “I'm not yours.”

Fu Lingye looked directly at her. “Aren't you mine after being in my bed and giving birth to my kid?”