Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Another slap, louder than the previous one. It flattened Xia Ruoxin's face. A clear and scary red handprint appeared on her pale face.

Obviously, that did not dispel the man's hatred because he gave her another slap. Apparently, his male ego was bruised from her action. She was dizzy from the slaps. Blood had appeared on the corner of her lips, but the man continued to rain his punches on her body. She was terrified to move that she could only coil herself into a fetal position.

In her daze, her lips parted and closed; but there was no sound. Even if there was one, it would have been drowned in this noisy place; and no one would have heard her.

She could have been pleading or screaming for help, no one bothered with her. Everything to them was a game. If someone was to die in this madness, these people would have been bystanders.

Their indifferent eyes watched as she was beaten. They continued to drink and flirt, and they couldn't be bothered to spare her a glance.

The man kicked, and it landed on her already fragile frame.

"Sh*t. Bloody whore." The man was finally tired of beating her. The fat on his body trembled for a long time as he perspired. Without looking at Xia Ruoxin, he went to the sofa and tried to squeeze his whole body as he sat.

"Ha, come. Drink. It's just a woman. Aren't you bored?" Another man tossed a bottle of liquor over, and the fat man caught it. Only then did he start drinking. All the while, Xia Ruoxin sat in her corner, her hair scattered as she sampled the physical and mental pain.

The pain was so intense that she did not know what to do except cry.

The door opened from the outside. She saw a pair of black shoes with very high heels. Her vision followed that person as she walked across the room. The sound of her heels clicked and finally revealed a slender silhouette. There was a slight scent of an indescribable fragrance. It was not a sweet feminine smell.

The woman entered. She merely looked at Xia Ruoxin, who was huddled on the corner of the sofa, and chuckled. Her soft voice caused all the men to become restless. "My apologies. The newcomer did not know her manners. I will make sure to train her properly." Her scarlet lips curved into a beautiful smile as she addressed her audience. "Bring another new one for Boss Zhang."

With her arms crossed at her breasts, she smiled blatantly and beautifully. However, like poison ivy, one could only look and not touch her. No one dared to touch the Third Master's woman.

"Come," the woman said simply to Xia Ruoxin. She struggled to get onto her feet, both hands hugging her shoulders. This was the result of rebelling. She should never have entered this profession if she couldn't withstand it. Otherwise, she would be courting her own death.

The door closed. Once again, it shut out the luxurious and cold world.

The woman led Xia Ruoxin into another room. She sat down and looked at the embarrassed Xia Ruoxin with her cold eyes.

"Now that you know, this is the world you will have to face; and it will only get more depressing in the future. That is the price which you have to pay." Her red lips parted. She was not sure why, but it seemed like a sigh.

Initially, it was always like this. Any persistence and innocence would be lost as time went on.

It would be like her in the present moment. There would be no turning back.