Belated Romance (Mu Tongrui)

Of course, if Fu Lingye really gave her all his fortune, Mu Tongrui would not feel happy but see it as a

burden having to control so many assets as she no prior knowledge on financial management.

Seeing that she was taking it so seriously; Fu Lingye frowned slightly and became serious too. “Of

course I am serious.”

Women were always flattered with sweet talk even though they were nothing but lies.

However, Mu Tongrui could see from Fu Lingye's serious expression that he was not joking.

Mu Tongrui tilted her head and planted a kiss on his chin.

When her soft lips touched his dark stubble, it felt ticklish and painful. Mu Tongrui couldn't help but

flinched but Fu Lingye wrapped his arms around her and rubbed the stubble on her soft skin

deliberately.

She covered his chin with her hand. “You should shave.”

They had been living in the ward for a few days. Besides, due to the burns on Fu Lingye's back, he

could not shower, let alone shave.

Fu Lingye held her soft little hand, brought it to his thin lips and kissed it; then he said in a hoarse

voice. “You help me shave?”

“Okay, but I have never shaved anyone before. If I cut your handsome face... Tsk tsk.”

Mu Tongrui touched his chin as she sighed and admired his look.

Fu Lingye was very handsome, but this kind of handsomeness and exquisiteness was different from

the kind of beauty that women often described. With an air of nobility, he exuded the charm and

elegance of a mature man from inside and out.

Mu Tongrui thought that the most important thing in a man was not his physical appearance, but his

temperament as a whole.

However, she was lucky. Fu Lingye was the kind of man with good looks and a good temperament.

Even if he just stood casually at the most inconspicuous corner, he would still be an attraction.

Although Fu Lingye was extremely good looking, he didn’t often attract women. This was because the

air of superiority on him had deterred most girls from coming up to him and asking for his phone

number. To put it simply, Fu Lingye's good look was not tacky, and the most captivating part about it

was that this handsomeness was not frivolous, but exuded a sense of calmness and reservation.

According to Lu Jiahe, Fu Lingye was the type of man who was aloof and cold. Women wanted to go

for him, but did not have the courage to do so.

Basically, Mu Tongrui saw Fu Lingye as a perfect man, and thought that he was good and perfect in

every aspect.

Due to Fu Lingye's good look, Mu Tongrui often wondered what he would look like when he grew old.

“Lingye, do you think that you will still be as handsome and upright as you are now when you are in

your sixties and seventies?”

I often slouch. Will I have a hunchback when I'm in my sixties and seventies?

If I look old and ugly, how am I going to match to him if he is still be handsome and tall?

Fu Lingye looked at her and raised his eyebrows before he replied, “I believe I will still be tall and

upright when I am 80 years old. I will not let you down.”

How can someone be so narcissistic?

Thinking of that, Mu Tongrui became displeased and pouted her lip as she said, “I think I'll look ugly

when I'm 80 years old.”

Fu Lingye looked at her fair and delicate skin. He pinched her small face with his long fingers and told

her. “Even if you become a little old lady, you'll be a cute one.”

Mu Tongrui blushed and gave him a shy look as she was feeling sweet deep down.

Although it was winter, Fu Lingye hadn't been able to shower for days. He could only washed his face,

feet and wiped his body.

Hence, Fu Lingye led Mu Tongrui into the bathroom where Mu Tongrui helped him wipe his back with a

hot towel while she avoided the burn wound carefully.

Mu Tongrui couldn't help but cry when she saw the wound. “Does it still hurt a lot?”

Fu Lingye didn't look at her and only replied, “It's okay.”

So it still hurts a lot then.

The doctor said that even if the burn wound healed, it would leave a very prominent scar.

Fu Lingye was a man and the wound was on his back; so he didn't care how the scar would affect his

physical attractiveness.

However, when Mu Tongrui saw this scar, she would get upset and felt sorry for him.

Fu Lingye asked, “Are you done?”

Mu Tongrui nodded her head. “Yeah, I'm done.”

Fu Lingye pulled her petite body to the space in front of him. “It's just a wound. What's there to look?”

Mu Tongrui knew that Fu Lingye didn't want her to feel sorry for him. So, she pouted her lips and said,

“I wonder when it will heal.”

Fu Lingye looked at her with an amused glance. “Why are you so anxious when I'm chill myself?”

Mu Tongrui didn't say anything anymore so Fu Lingye took the razor and handed it to her, “Hurry up,

help me shave.”

“You are too tall. It's going to be very tiresome for me to shave for you.”

Mu Tongrui could reach his Adam's apple when she wore high heels. However, she was wearing cotton

slippers with no heels; so she could only reach his chest. Although she was not short, she was really a

shorty compared to Fu Lingye.

Mu Tongrui stretched out her hand for too long and started feeling tired. “Why do you have to be so

tall? Squat down a little.”

Fu Lingye smiled and looked at her adoringly, “Why are you blaming me for being tall?”

The man leaned over slightly and placed his hands around her waist before lifting her up to his chest

like a little kangaroo.

“Is this good enough?”

With that, Mu Tongrui was almost as tall as he was. She stared at his dark eyes at eye level. “Aren't

you tired holding me like this?”

“Hurry up, just shave.”

With that, Mu Tongrui helped him shave with the razor carefully, but she still cut his skin, leaving a fine

wound on the man's already clean-shaven chin.

Mu Tongrui was apologetic. “Like I said, I have never shaved anyone before, so I'm not good at it.”

Fu Lingye wasn't bothered by it. After washing up, he carried her out of the bathroom and said, “You'll

get better with practice.”

“So, you will let me help you shave again in the future?”

“You don't want to?”

“I am more than happy to do that, but I may still not be familiar with it the second time,” Mu Tongrui said

with a guilty conscience.

“You will after the third time.”

Mu Tongrui wrapped her two slender legs around the man's waist, and muttered in a low voice, “Lingye,

why do you it when I help you shave?”

Why do I feel that Fu Lingye has a masochistic tendency?

When she got onto bed, Fu Lingye patted her back. “Sleep now. It's getting late.”

Mu Tongrui tucked herself in but she felt cold in the feet.

“Lingye, my feet are cold.”

The doctor said that she was suffering from asthenia and she had to take advantage of this miscarriage

to take good care of her body.

Fu Lingye took the pillow from the hospital bed he was sleeping on, and threw it on the other end of Mu

Tongrui's hospital bed.

Before Mu Tongrui could figure out what he was going to do, Fu Lingye was already sitting at the end of

her bed, and holding her cold and slender ankles with his big hands. After rubbing them in his palms,

he proceeded to put her cold feet on his lower abdomen, which was the warmest part of his body.

Fu Lingye's lower abdomen was warm, whereas Mu Tongrui's feet were cold.