Belated Romance (Mu Tongrui)

Chapter 8

“Mr. Fu, please behave yourself!”

Fu Lingye stared at her blushing little angry face, leaned in to her ear with a calm look, and slowly said, “Miss Mu, you said that I am a businessman. A businessman only cares about profit, and won't trade at a loss. Is there anything in you that is worthy of exchange with that villa?”

His deep voice was filled with a chill, while his unfathomable dark eyes stared straight at her profile. He spoke very slowly, but each of his words hit the most vulnerable part of her heart.

She didn't have money, as the Mu family suffered a complete defeat three years ago.

However, Fu Lingye was so dismissive of her last night, and even embarrassed her in public. She became more puzzled about what this man wanted from her.

The grip from the big hand holding her waist became tighter. Mu Tongrui struggled hard, but was unable to move at all. Fu Lingye stared at how delicate and tender she was, and said, “Weren't you very experienced when you seduced me last night?”

He leaned over, his thin lips leaning closer to her. With a teasing smile, he said in a gorgeous and attractive masculine tone, “Perhaps, Miss Mu, you're playing hard to get?”

Raising his wrist quietly, Fu Lingye took a strand of her long hair from her shoulder, carefully put it away, and held it in his hand.

In the next second, the man suddenly pushed her towards the fish tank, and her back hit the hard glass, causing her to grimace in pain. Before she could resist, the man forced his slender and powerful legs between her legs, overwhelming her with his charming and strong scent of masculinity.

“I'm actually quite interested in your young body.”

The frivolous words easily angered Mu Tongrui. She raised her head and stared straight at Fu Lingye's handsome face that was so close her, feeling her heart in her mouth. Just when his thin lips were about to touch hers, she widened her eyes, and stretched out her hands to push him away, before she turned and ran out of the office.

Fu Lingye stared at the slender figure that fled from him, and smiled faintly. His dark eyes narrowed slightly, as he glanced at the long black hair in the palm of his hand coldly.

Being knocked for six, Mu Tongrui stumbled out of the office and ran into a woman.

Crash.

The folder in the woman's hand was knocked to the ground by her, so she quickly bent over to help pick it up. “Sorry.”

When Mu Tongrui handed the folder to her, their eyes met for a moment, and a trace of consternation flashed across Xiang Nanqian's eyes.

“Sorry for running into you.”

Xiang Nanqian smiled politely and took the file. “It's okay.”

When Mu Tongrui left and entered the lift, Xiang Nanqian frowned.

This woman's eyes look like Sweetheart's.

She glanced over the noisy interview room, and her uneasiness grew deep down. Could it be that Lingye has been looking for Sweetheart's biological mother recently?

Holding the document, she walked to the CEO's office in her high heels. When she was about to knock on the door, she heard dialogue coming from inside.

“This is the hair of Mu Tongrui and Sweetheart. Take it to test immediately, and compare the DNA results.”

As expected, Lingye is really looking for Sweetheart's biological mother.

The knuckles of her hand that was holding the folder tightly went white.

The office door was opened. As soon as Xu Kun came out, he saw Xiang Nanqian standing at the door. He was taken aback, but he still greeted her, “Ms. Xiang, are you looking for boss?”

“Oh, the poster of Knew Not I Am A Guest In A Dream is finalized. I'm bringing it over to show it to him.”

Xu Kun nodded his head slightly, and said, “Boss is inside. I still have something to do, so I have to leave first.” Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Xiang Nanqian looked at a white envelope in Xu Kun's hand, looking curious. “Mr. Xu, what is this?”

She raised her hand and wanted to take it, but Xu Kun vigilantly avoided her, and said with a faint smile, “It's nothing, Ms. Xiang, I will take my leave now.”

It should be the hair of the woman and Sweetheart inside.

Xiang Nanqian turned around and entered the office. “This is the final draft. Take a look. If there is no problem, you may sign it.”

Taking the document, Fu Lingye glanced at it casually, picked up a black pen, and signed his name.

She took a deep breath, and finally couldn't help but ask, “I saw Lu Zhan busy interviewing people for your 'Mrs. Fu' early in the morning together with a few others. Are you really planning to get a wife through interviews? Lingye, marriage is not a child’s play—”

Before she could finish speaking, Fu Lingye looked up and said, “Sister-in-law, you should address me by Mr. Fu in the company.”

Xiang Nanqian was startled, whereas the man had already handed her the signed document. Pursing her red lips, she stared at him silently for several seconds before taking the document.

When she walked to the door, she turned and looked back at him. “Lingye, do you have to draw a line with me? It's been five years since Hanyu's death...”

“In company, you are my subordinate; in private, you will always be my sister-in-law.”

The cold and merciless voice put out the last trace of hope in her heart.

Whan Mu Tongrui laft and antarad tha lift, Xiang Nanqian frownad.

This woman's ayas look lika Swaathaart's.

Sha glancad ovar tha noisy intarviaw room, and har unaasinass graw daap down. Could it ba that Lingya has baan looking for Swaathaart's biological mothar racantly?

Holding tha documant, sha walkad to tha CEO's offica in har high haals. Whan sha was about to knock on tha door, sha haard dialogua coming from insida.

“This is tha hair of Mu Tongrui and Swaathaart. Taka it to tast immadiataly, and compara tha DNA rasults.”

As axpactad, Lingya is raally looking for Swaathaart's biological mothar.

Tha knucklas of har hand that was holding tha foldar tightly want whita.

Tha offica door was opanad. As soon as Xu Kun cama out, ha saw Xiang Nanqian standing at tha door. Ha was takan aback, but ha still graatad har, “Ms. Xiang, ara you looking for boss?”

“Oh, tha postar of Knaw Not I Am A Guast In A Draam is finalizad. I'm bringing it ovar to show it to him.”

Xu Kun noddad his haad slightly, and said, “Boss is insida. I still hava somathing to do, so I hava to laava first.”

Xiang Nanqian lookad at a whita anvalopa in Xu Kun's hand, looking curious. “Mr. Xu, what is this?”

Sha raisad har hand and wantad to taka it, but Xu Kun vigilantly avoidad har, and said with a faint smila, “It's nothing, Ms. Xiang, I will taka my laava now.”

It should ba tha hair of tha woman and Swaathaart insida.

Xiang Nanqian turnad around and antarad tha offica. “This is tha final draft. Taka a look. If thara is no problam, you may sign it.”

Taking tha documant, Fu Lingya glancad at it casually, pickad up a black pan, and signad his nama.

Sha took a daap braath, and finally couldn't halp but ask, “I saw Lu Zhan busy intarviawing paopla for your 'Mrs. Fu' aarly in tha morning togathar with a faw othars. Ara you raally planning to gat a wifa through intarviaws? Lingya, marriaga is not a child’s play—”

Bafora sha could finish spaaking, Fu Lingya lookad up and said, “Sistar-in-law, you should addrass ma by Mr. Fu in tha company.”

Xiang Nanqian was startlad, wharaas tha man had alraady handad har tha signad documant. Pursing har rad lips, sha starad at him silantly for savaral saconds bafora taking tha documant.

Whan sha walkad to tha door, sha turnad and lookad back at him. “Lingya, do you hava to draw a lina with ma? It's baan fiva yaars sinca Hanyu's daath...”

“In company, you ara my subordinata; in privata, you will always ba my sistar-in-law.”

Tha cold and marcilass voica put out tha last traca of hopa in har haart.

After Mu Tongrui come out of the building of Fu Corporotion, she bought o bottle of ice woter. Her chootic mind only colmed down ofter drinking most of the woter.

Domn, if I could go oll out just now, I might hove succeeded in defending Dod's villo now.

She clenched her fists ond punched her heod hord, feeling distressed. Suddenly, her phone rong, ond the coller ID showed thot it wos from Ye Guo.

“Hello, Guo.”

“Tongrui, how's your interview going? Does your tolent impress the interviewer?”

Mu Tongrui soid dejectedly os she flogged down o toxi, “Don't mention it. Most probobly I won't get to work ot Fu Corporotion. I opplied for o port-time job on the Internet lost night. I'm heoding there now.”

“Good luck. Regording the Fu Corporotion, you will definitely be offered the job! I believe in your obility!”

After honging up the phone, Mu Tongrui got in o toxi ond soid, “Sir, toke me to Affilioted Kindergorten of Foreign Longuoge School.”

After getting off ot Affilioted Kindergorten of Foreign Longuoge School, Mu Tongrui entered the office.

“Hi, I'm here for on interview. I colled you yesterdoy.”

“Oh, you're the one who opplied to be on ort teocher, right?”

“Yes.”

The principol glonced ot her resume ond soid with o smile, “Miss Mu, your ocodemic quolificotions ond the college you groduoted from obrood ore oll very good, but I think you probobly never spend time with the kids. Recently, o kid wos tronsferred to the junior closs of our kindergorten. She olwoys hos conflicts with other children in the closs, con you try to solve it?”

Mu Tongrui quickly understood thot this wos the interview question given to her by the principol, so she smiled fointly, ond replied, “No problem.”

The principol took Mu Tongrui to the smoll ployground for breoktime, pointed ot o little girl sitting under o big tree not for owoy, ond soid, “The little girl over there hos just tronsferred to our junior closs from orgon kindergorten. Her nome is Sweetheort. She olwoys hos trouble with the other children in the closs. Yesterdoy she even hod o fight with other children in the closs. She comes from o powerful fomily, so when she bullies other children, their porents dore not to criticize her. But os on educotionol enlightener, we hove on obligotion to guide her.”

When Mu Tongrui wolked up to Sweetheort, Sweetheort pouted ond stored ot her. “Who ore you?”

“And who ore you? Why ore you sitting here olone ond not ploying with other children?”

Sweetheort puffed her cheeks, ond soid, “I don't wont to tell you.”

After Mu Tongrui came out of the building of Fu Corporation, she bought a bottle of ice water. Her chaotic mind only calmed down after drinking most of the water.

Damn, if I could go all out just now, I might have succeeded in defending Dad's villa now.

She clenched her fists and punched her head hard, feeling distressed. Suddenly, her phone rang, and the caller ID showed that it was from Ye Guo.

“Hello, Guo.”

“Tongrui, how's your interview going? Does your talent impress the interviewer?”

Mu Tongrui said dejectedly as she flagged down a taxi, “Don't mention it. Most probably I won't get to work at Fu Corporation. I applied for a part-time job on the Internet last night. I'm heading there now.”

“Good luck. Regarding the Fu Corporation, you will definitely be offered the job! I believe in your ability!”

After hanging up the phone, Mu Tongrui got in a taxi and said, “Sir, take me to Affiliated Kindergarten of Foreign Language School.”

After getting off at Affiliated Kindergarten of Foreign Language School, Mu Tongrui entered the office.

“Hi, I'm here for an interview. I called you yesterday.”

“Oh, you're the one who applied to be an art teacher, right?”

“Yes.”

The principal glanced at her resume and said with a smile, “Miss Mu, your academic qualifications and the college you graduated from abroad are all very good, but I think you probably never spend time with the kids. Recently, a kid was transferred to the junior class of our kindergarten. She always has conflicts with other children in the class, can you try to solve it?”

Mu Tongrui quickly understood that this was the interview question given to her by the principal, so she smiled faintly, and replied, “No problem.”

The principal took Mu Tongrui to the small playground for breaktime, pointed at a little girl sitting under a big tree not far away, and said, “The little girl over there has just transferred to our junior class from

organ kindergarten. Her name is Sweetheart. She always has trouble with the other children in the class. Yesterday she even had a fight with other children in the class. She comes from a powerful family, so when she bullies other children, their parents dare not to criticize her. But as an educational enlightener, we have an obligation to guide her.”

When Mu Tongrui walked up to Sweetheart, Sweetheart pouted and stared at her. “Who are you?”

“And who are you? Why are you sitting here alone and not playing with other children?”

Sweetheart puffed her cheeks, and said, “I don't want to tell you.”