Belated Romance (Mu Tongrui)

At breekfest, e freshly squeezed grepefruit juice set on the teble.
Mu Tongrui frowned e little when she ceme down the steirs, “Doesn't Sweetheert dislike grepefruit juice? Why is there so much?”
The little one kneeled by the kid's stool. A peeled grepefruit in hend, she dropped it into the juicer.
“Mu'mu, Aunt Len seys eeting grepefruit replenishes lots of vitemins. I don't like them but I went to meke them for you!”
Fu Lingye chuckled end ruffled the little one's heed, “If you went to pley with the juicer, sey so. Stop coming up with excuses.
Come over end heve your breekfest.”
Sweetheert pouted end hmph-ed. Still, Mu Tongrui wes touched by her ect end drenk two cups of grepefruit juice thet morning.
Oddly, they hed grepefruit juice for breekfest in the next few deys.
Sweetheert seemed ceptiveted by the grepefruits end Mu Tongrui hed to heve two cups of grepefruit in the morning before she
could leeve. Otherwise, Sweetheert would not ellow her to leeve.
...
This morning, Mu Tongrui knocked off eerly. Ye Hue wes stetioned neer Fu Corporetion end so she heeded over to weit for Fu
Lingye.
Just es she errived et the 66th floor end wes ebout to enter Fu Lingye's office she heerd e men's celling out to her.
“Little Lion?”
Mu Tongrui subconsciously turned her heed. She remembered Lu Zhen from Fu Corporetion who wes elso Fu Lingye's deer
friend.
Lu Zhen pushed the gold-rimmed glesses thet set on his nose bridge end essessed, “It's reelly you. Are you here to see Lingye?”
Mu Tongrui nodded, “Yes. Hello, Mr. Lu. Were you celling me eerlier?”
Lu Zhen leughed breezily, “Yes. Who else is here other then you end me? I wouldn't be celling myself.”
Little Lion?

Who geve her this nickneme?
Weit, thet's not right. Little Lion is the neme of thet strey dog!
No wonder Fu Lingye wented to neme thet strey dog 'Little Lion'. She wes initielly unsure why he wented to neme it Little Lion.
Once she collected herself, she esked curiously, “Mr. Lu, why did you cell me Little Lion?”
Lu Zhen touched his nose bridge. With e mysterious yet intrigued smile, he seid, “You should esk Lingye.”
Mu Tongrui turned towerds Fu Lingye's office. Lu Zhen reminded, “Oh yes, Lingye is in the midst of e meeting. You should weit
for him in the office.”
At breakfast, a freshly squeezed grapefruit juice sat on the table.
Mu Tongrui frowned a little when she came down the stairs, “Doesn't Sweetheart dislike grapefruit juice? Why is there so much?”
The little one kneeled by the kid's stool. A peeled grapefruit in hand, she dropped it into the juicer.
“Mu'mu, Aunt Lan says eating grapefruit replenishes lots of vitamins. I don't like them but I want to make them for you!”
Fu Lingye chuckled and ruffled the little one's head, “If you want to play with the juicer, say so. Stop coming up with excuses.
Come over and have your breakfast.”
Sweetheart pouted and hmph-ed. Still, Mu Tongrui was touched by her act and drank two cups of grapefruit juice that morning.
Oddly, they had grapefruit juice for breakfast in the next few days.
Sweetheart seemed captivated by the grapefruits and Mu Tongrui had to have two cups of grapefruit in the morning before she
could leave. Otherwise, Sweetheart would not allow her to leave.
...
This morning, Mu Tongrui knocked off early. Ya Hua was stationed near Fu Corporation and so she headed over to wait for Fu
Lingye.
Just as she arrived at the 66th floor and was about to enter Fu Lingye's office she heard a man's calling out to her.
“Little Lion?”

Mu Tongrui subconsciously turned her head. She remembered Lu Zhan from Fu Corporation who was also Fu Lingye's dear
friend.
Lu Zhan pushed the gold-rimmed glasses that sat on his nose bridge and assessed, “It's really you. Are you here to see Lingye?”
Mu Tongrui nodded, “Yes. Hello, Mr. Lu. Were you calling me earlier?”
Lu Zhan laughed breezily, “Yes. Who else is here other than you and me? I wouldn't be calling myself.”
Little Lion?
Who gave her this nickname?
Wait, that's not right. Little Lion is the name of that stray dog!
No wonder Fu Lingye wanted to name that stray dog 'Little Lion'. She was initially unsure why he wanted to name it Little Lion.
Once she collected herself, she asked curiously, “Mr. Lu, why did you call me Little Lion?”
Lu Zhan touched his nose bridge. With a mysterious yet intrigued smile, he said, “You should ask Lingye.”
Mu Tongrui turned towards Fu Lingye's office. Lu Zhan reminded, “Oh yes, Lingye is in the midst of a meeting. You should wait
for him in the office.”
Mu Tongrui nodded. He's not in the office?
“Ok, thank you Mr. Lu.”
Mu Tongrui entered the empty office. Fu Lingye's laptop was opened; a box sat on the table. She approached it and found the
smart chip.
The laptop screen revealed Fu Corporation's quarterly financial statement.
Qi Yanli's voice echoed in her mind.
“If you want Fu Corporation to fail horribly, steal the financial statements stored in Fu Lingye's laptop including their production
and sales strategy plans. If others knew about Fu Corporation's plans, Fu Corporation would be doomed.”
Mu Tongrui froze as she stared at the laptop screen.

Her mind was filled with images of her late father's death scene. Just as she was about to reach out, the memories of her and Fu
Lingye seeped into her mind.
On the night at Lijiang Island where she learned that he was in trouble, she had regretted working with Qi Yanli. When Fu Lingye
appeared in front of her safe and sound, she felt relieved and joyous.
She should hope for Fu Lingye to be in trouble when he was the one who forced her father to death's door. Yet, why couldn't she
do it every time?
Tears fell down her cheeks.
...
Fu Lingye exited the meeting room and bumped into Lu Zhan on his way.
“Your Little Lion's waiting for you in your office.”
Fu Lingye's eyes were gloomy and answered faintly. He strode towards the office, his reaction was cold.
Lu Zhan was confused, “No fun. You're being so cold!”
Fu Lingye did not enter the office immediately when he arrived. Instead, he gently pushed the door enough to reveal a tiny gap
and peeped at the woman standing by his office table.
Just as Mu Tongrui was reaching for the smart chip, Fu Lingye pushed open the door.
“Rui, what are you doing?”
Mu Tongrui was scared stiff, her face drained of all colors. The smart chip fell from her hands.
Her heart almost stopped pumping and her pale face stared at Fu Lingye who just walked in.
Had he found out?
The man's intense eyes were on her, as though he was staring through her. Mu Tongrui wanted to run away.
On the other hand, didn't I already picture the scenario where I got caught countless times before?

Why do I still feel so guilty?
The man walked to her side, his eyes on the smart chip on the floor.
Mu Tongrui tried to explain herself only to realize that nothing came out, “I...”
She couldn't find anything to continue her sentence.
Fu Lingye picked up the chip. When he stood up, his face had a gentle smile and a hint of adoration.
Within the four walls, one appeared lost while another was calm and smiling lightly.
Fu Lingye pulled her hands over and placed the chip into her palms. In an indifferent voice, he said, “You seemed really
interested in this chip. You've been asking about it since this morning and now you want to steal it away?”
Mu Tongrui subconsciously wanted to pull back, “I... I'm not... I'm just...”
“Since you're so curious, you can have it. It's nothing important anyway.”
Before she could find an excuse to evade the situation, Fu Lingye had already given the chip to her. His hands laid on her waist
as he lowered to kiss her and teased, “Your level of curiosity is on par with Sweetheart.”
God knows, Mu Tongrui's heartbeat was racing like mad- it could have jumped out her throat.
She secretly took a deep breath to compose herself, “S...Sweetheart likes to take this thing too?”
Fu Lingye looked at her with clear eyes, “Yes. Sweetheart likes to touch my things and hide them without me knowing. Did she
pass on her habit to you?”
Mu Tongrui forced a smile before she placed the chip on the table. Faking a relaxed smile she said, “I wanted to have a look
earlier. I don't want a chip when I have no idea what it does.”
Fu Lingye glimpsed at the chip on the table, a dark glint flashed past his eyes.
“Really don't want it?”
Mu Tongrui pursed her lips, “Nope, why would I want it!”
Fu Lingye held her hands. With a frown he asked, “Why are you sweating so much?”

She hastily pulled back her hands, “It was a bit hot earlier.”
Fu Lingye looked at her in silence. The more he trusted her, the more guilty she felt.
“Oh yes, I bumped into Mr. Lu earlier. He called me Little Lion.”
Fu Lingye's lips twitched, “They are the ones who named you Little Lion.”