Belated Romance (Mu Tongrui)

The man's face turned cold at Mu Tongrui's statement.

Fu Lingye drove silently. She bit her lips and continued, “I'm just afraid Old Master Fu will be agitated

again. He was admitted to the hospital because of me. I've been feeling bad enough. If...”

“Are you afraid that Old Master Fu would get agitated or do you just not want to marry me?”

Fu Lingye's face was gloomy and he asked coolly.

At this question, Mu Tongrui got frustrated, “What about you? Do you really want to marry me?”

Fu Lingye wasn't one to say those flowery stuff. Besides, it was true that one of the reasons he

intended to marry Mu Tongrui was because of Sweetheart.

Mu Tongrui lowered her face knowing that he wouldn't answer that question nor give her a reply she

wanted to hear. She silently said, “You just want to get married. It doesn't matter who it is. But to me, it

is important.”

She couldn't get married to Fu Lingye knowing that she wasn't the one he wanted.

She wasn't a hypocrite. Why did she have to marry Fu Lingye to help cover up his relationship with

Xiang Nanqian. Why did she have to make such meaningless sacrifices?

The atmosphere in the car was cold.

Sweetheart blinked as she looked towards Fu Lingye and Mu Tongrui, “Daddy, Mu'mu. Are you two

fighting?”

Mu Tongrui was stunned. She got carried away arguing with Fu Lingye and completely forgot about

Sweetheart's presence.

“We're not fighting. Are you scared?”

Mu Tongrui hugged the little one, her expression warmed once more. Smiling, she rubbed her little

head.

Sweetheart pouted, “I don't like Daddy and Mu'mu fighting.”

“Yes, no fighting. We'll listen to Sweetheart.”

Mu Tongrui lifted her gaze and saw the man driving with a stoic expression.

She had intended to share the good news about her participation in the Ya Hua competition. But now it

seemed like it was best for her to speak less. Fu Lingye's temper was unstable and hard to appease.

When they arrived at Fu Mansion, Fu Lingye headed straight for the study room.

Mu Tongrui's lips curled. Did this man have to be so mad?

...

Shen villa.

Shen Wanyue sat by her dressing table as she painted her nails. A maid reported, “Young Miss, Mr.

Jian has been waiting for over an hour. Would you like to invite him in?”

Shen Wanyue did not move but sneered, “Since you want to invite him in so badly, go ahead.”

The maid did not dare speak further. Shen Wanyue had a bad temper and the maid did not dare to

disobey her.

Outside the villa, Jian Zhe shouted, “Wanyue! I have done what you wanted me to! Please forgive me!

There's really nothing going on between me and Mu Tongrui!”

When she was done painting her nails, Shen Wanyue laughed mockingly.

Did he really believe that she would patch back with him once he had carried out his task at Fu Family?

She didn't want to be with him in the first place. Now that such a blunder happened at the wedding and

the Jian Family have nothing to offer, why would she marry such a useless bum?

Her current target is Qi Yanli.

Secondly, so what if Old Master Fu believed the story? Nobody liked a shit-stirrer. Jian Zhe wouldn't

gain anything but offended the people of Fu Family. If she continued to hang around him, she would

just be creating trouble for herself.

“Wanyue! Give me another chance please? I'm begging you! I really love you!”

Shen Wanyue got up and exited her room. She ordered her maid, “Let him in.”

“Yes, Young Miss.”

Jian Zhe rushed forward and held her hands the moment he came in. He said joyfully, “Wanyue, I've

done what you wanted me to. For the good performance, won't you give me another chance?”

Shen Wanyue pulled her hands back in dislike, “Let me go, you're ruining the paint.”

Jian Zhe released her immediately, “Wanyue...”

Shen Wanyue blew at the paint and said arrogantly, “Since you waited for so long, I'll clear things up for

you. We are done. Don't ever come again, my mum wouldn't like it.”

Jian Zhe stiffened, “Why? Didn't you say you would patch up with me if I showed Old Master Fu, Mu

Tongrui's true colors?”

“When did I ever say that? I only said I would give you a chance. But after much consideration, I think it

is for the better for our relationship to end. Besides, I don't like you anymore.”

Jian Zhe was in disbelieve. He agitatedly grabbed her shoulders, “Wanyue, you can't do this to me! I

gave up on Mu Tongrui to be with you and now you want to end things with me just like that?”

Wanyue frowned as she pushed his hands away, “Jian Zhe, man up. You're disgracing yourself. If not

for Mu Tongrui, we would have been married. I should be grateful to her that I met him.”

“Him? Who?”

“Oh yes, I'll let you know that the person I like now is Qi Yanli.”

“Qi Yanli?”

Shen Wanyue laughed, “Do you know who Qi Yanli is? He is Qi Family's successor. Qi Corporation is

worth a hundred times more than your lousy company. Perhaps even thousand times more. Jian Zhe

how can you compare to him?'

“Wanyue, this is how you treat me after I've loved you whole heartedly!”

Jian Zhe's continued pestering made Shen Wanyue feel irritable. She ordered, “Send Mr. Jian out!”

With that, she went back to her room, locking the door after her.

With a painful expression, the maid told Jian Zhe, “Mr. Jian, Young Miss wouldn't see you again. You

better go. Even if you remain here, the situation will not change.”

Jian Zhe left, dejected.

...

Fu villa.

Fu Lingye didn't join dinner.

Holding a pair of chopsticks, Sweetheart puffed her face, “Mu'mu, is Daddy still angry? Why didn't he

join us for dinner?”

Mu Tongrui crossed her brows. He didn't have to be so mad. “I'll send some dishes up later. He's

probably busy with work.”

“Yes, Mu'mu, go now. Daddy will be in pain when he's hungry.”

Pain when he's hungry?

Mu Tongrui brought the dishes up. Outside the study room, she knocked politely, “Can I come in? I've

brought dinner. Would you like some?”

Her tone was very pleasant.

But the man in the study room answered coldly, “No.”

The corners of her mouth twitched. This man was overstepping!

She swung the doors open. The man frowned and chided, “Get out.”

On impulse, she replied, “No.”