Belated Romance (Mu Tongrui)

Mu Tongrui hid under the blanket and asked the man at the end of the bed with a muffled voice,

“Lingye, do you feel cold?”

“I don't keep complaining of being cold like you.”

After a while, Mu Tongrui couldn't help but say, “Is there a hot-water bottle? I can use a hot water

bottle.”

What if Fu Lingye catches a cold by warming my cold feet on his abdomen?

Frowning slightly, Fu Lingye seemed to think that she talked too much and said plainly, “How can I get

a hot-water bottle for you in the middle of the night?”

Although Fu Lingye sounded cold, Mu Tongrui felt very warm deep down, especially when his warm

and dry hands held her feet against his abdomen. It was unusually warm there and was probably better

than a hot-water bottle.

Mu Tongrui couldn't help but smile under the blanket. “I'll use a hot-water bottle tomorrow then.”

Fu Lingye responded in agreement.

Mu Tongrui could feel her feet warmed up soon. It was so comfortable that she soon fell asleep.

The next morning, Mu Tongrui was still asleep when Fu Lingye gently got down from the bed, put on a

piece of clothing and left the ward.

He remembered that Fu Jia said yesterday that Fu Zhenghui had allocated half of his fortune to Rui.

That made him feel inexplicably uneasy.

But he couldn't tell where this uneasiness came from.

Perhaps it was because of there was no reason for Fu Zhenghui to give his fortune to Mu Tongrui.

I wouldn't be surprised if Fu Zhenghui wanted to distribute half of his fortune to me, his only nephew.

But why he would give it to Rui, who has only known him for a short time and has no blood relation to

him?

Fu Lingye called Fu Zhenghui directly.

“Hello, Uncle. It's me, Lingye.”

“Lingye, how are you and Tongrui doing in the hospital?”

Fu Lingye answered plainly, “We are good.”

“That's great.”

Fu Lingye asked, “Uncle Zhenghui, why do you leave half of your fortune to Rui?”

Fu Lingye asked him without beating around the bush.

Fu Zhenghui was not surprised that this matter had reached Fu Lingye’s ears so he said, “You have

seen Jia’s temper and she had disappointed me. Initially, I wanted to donate this share of my fortune,

but then I thought about it, and found that it will be good if I give it to you and Tongrui.”

Fu Lingye frowned slightly because Fu Zhenghui's reason sounded unconvincing.

If this was really Fu Zhenghui's reason, he should place this half share of his fortune directly under Fu

Lingye's name and not Rui.

“Uncle Zhenghui, you said you and Rui's mother were old friends, right?”

Fu Zhenghui was taken aback for a moment for he did not expect Fu Lingye to suddenly ask him about

this. “Yes, what's the matter?”

What kind of friendship was it that can make Uncle Zhenghui give half of his fortune to Rui?

“It's nothing. I was just asking.”

After Fu Zhenghui hung up, he felt a sense of sorrow.

He didn't have the heart to reveal Tongrui's true identity now that Lingye and Tongrui were married and

have a lovely daughter like Sweetheart. He just wanted to take this secret with him to the grave.

While thinking, he heard the voices of Zhao Xian and Fu Jia coming from outside the door.

Is Zhao Xian back?

Fu Zhenghui got up, walked out of the study, and saw Zhao Xian returning home.

“Xian.”

Zhao Xian looked at him coldly with no emotion. “Are you disappointed that I'm back?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Humph, I bet you wish something bad would happen to Jia and I, don't you? Then, you can give all

your fortune to Mu Tongrui justly. Won't you be happy if that happens?”

Fu Jia looked at Zhao Xian puzzledly. “Mom, what do you mean by 'justly'?”

Zhao Xian was shocked because what she said, so she quickly changed the topic. “Jia, remember, you

and I are the only people who can justly inherit your dad's asset.”

“Mom.”

Fu Zhenghui said, “Xian, is that all you care for?”

Zhao Xian sneered, “What about you? If you don't, why are you making a will in such a hurry?”

Fu Zhenghui didn't want to argue with her anymore, so he just waved his hand, then turned around to

go back to the study.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Zhao Xian went into his study after comforting Fu Jia.

“Mu Tongrui is your biological daughter with Lan Jing, right?”

If Fu Zhenghui was unsure, he would not leave half of his fortune to Mu Tongrui.

That was his way of compensating Mu Tongrui.

Fu Zhenghui said nothing so Zhao Xian continued, “Since Mu Tongrui is the daughter of you and Lan

Jing, why don't you reunite with her? Maybe after you reunite with her, you will hug each other and cry.

Don't you hope that she will come back to you?”

Fu Zhenghui tightened his grip on his walking stick as he frowned. “Xian!”

“Am I wrong? Or you're afraid to reunite with her, aren't you?”

“What are you trying to say?”

Zhao Xian said slowly, “You are afraid. You fear that after you tell Mu Tongrui the truth, she will not only

not call you dad but also hate you! She is Lingye's wife, and also your biological daughter. Therefore,

she and Lingye are cousins. Do you think she would be able to bear it if she knew about it?”

“Zhao Xian, what are you trying to do?”

Zhao Xian sneered while staring at his eyes that were filled with vicissitudes of life, then said, “What am

I trying to do? Don't you love her more than Jia? After so many years, you still loved Lan Jing. Maybe I

can help you to reunite with your daughter by Lan Jing.”

“Zhao Xian! You are crazy!”

“Am I crazy? You should be grateful to me that I help you reunite with her!”

Fu Zhenghui was so angry that he clutched his chest in pain as he said, “Zhao Xian, you can't do this!

Lingye is your nephew as well!”

“It's true that Lingye is my nephew but I hate the daughter that you have with Lan Jing! You and Lan

Jing give me and Jia a hard time, so I won't let your daughter live a happy and carefree life either! Mu

Tongrui is having such a happy life with Lingye now. How do you think she would react if she knows her

true identity?”

Fu Zhenghui shuddered in shock.

In the hospital, Fu Lingye and Mu Tongrui were having breakfast.

After thinking long and hard, Mu Tongrui said, “Lingye, I feel that I can't accept the half share of Uncle

Zhenghui's fortune no matter what his purpose is. If I accept it, Aunt Xian will definitely hold a grudge

against me.”

Fu Lingye nodded while peeling a hard-boiled egg for her, and responded in agreement.

“However, I thought for a long time, but still couldn’t understand why Uncle Zhenghui wanna give me

half of his fortune. Although I felt an inexplicable sense of affability when I saw him. After all, I only

knew him for a short time, and you are his nephew. He should have given it to you. How could it be

me?”

“Alright, stop thinking about it. Hurry up and eat your food.”

Fu Lingye handed a peeled hard-boiled egg to Mu Tongrui, who then took two bites and went on to eat

the porridge again. Looking at the egg in his hand, he knew that Mu Tongrui didn't want it anymore, so

he went on to finish it.