Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The glass in Xia Ruoxin's hand was full again. Her fingers had turned so cold that there wasn't any warmth on them. This was the third glass. She had a feeling that Chu Lui couldn't wait for her to die of alcohol intoxication right now. Did he really hate her so much?

It's been four years. Four years… and his hatred had not lessened a bit.

How deep was his hatred? He had ruined her once. Wasn't that enough?

"Drink!" a faint voice said. Its tone was not heavy but light. Xia Ruoxin had, once again, known this man's cruelty and his heartlessness.

Picking up the wince glass, she raised her head and gulped it down with difficulty. Her face had turned awfully pale. She wouldn't become drunk. She refused to be drunk. Although she had had a lot to drink, her consciousness was growing clearer. She could even feel every ounce of his hatred and heartlessness.

Another glass. Xia Ruoxin raised it to her lips as her chest heaved continuously. Color had vanished from her quivering lips, her long eyelashes fluttered like a tangle of tassels and extreme pain hidden beneath her eyes.

She couldn't go on drinking. She really couldn't. If she went on, she might develop stomach ulcer.

The man's cold gaze followed her while she raised the glass. Eyelashes lowered, followed by a stream of tears that went into the wine glass. Her lips moved, and her hand tilted.

In her daze, she looked back. Chu Lui had a wine glass in his left hand. He drank. Compared to her awkward position, his action was natural and elegant like a king who was controlling everyone's life and death. She was a lowly slave.

Chu Lui set his glass down and reached out to grab Xia Ruoxin on her chin. His eyes had nothing, except for indifference while he admired her unusual complexion.

"Are you wondering what I'm going to do with you?" he said coolly. Xia Ruoxin felt waves of cold air brushed against her.

"Does it matter?" She laughed bitterly. "Mr. Chu, does it matter? Is there a difference in how you treated me in the past and how you are treating me now? It's all torture. Does it make a difference to have so many categories?" She had never thought that he would treat her with mercy. She wasn't the one whom he loved, just the person he hated. She remembered this vividly, never forgot about it in four years.

Chu Lui shook her chin off as if his fingers had been scalded. He stood and bore down on her, smiling mockingly while he took in her embarrassment. She hid her despair beneath her eyes.

"You will know soon enough." He laughed coldly as he bent down and caught Xia Ruoxin's left hand. However, he realized this hand of hers had not put up a fight. He recalled she had only been using her right hand since the beginning, and her left one had never moved at all.

His fingers moved up to her wrist and felt the bones there. It seemed to have grown in the wrong places.

"Why didn't you treat it?" His eyes suddenly reddened without knowing the reason. That voice actually sounded crazed and frustrated.

"Why didn't I seek treatment?" Xia Ruoxin repeated his words as she retracted her left hand back to her side. Her right one covered over the weak arm. "Mr. Chu, how can a penniless and unwanted woman seek treatment for her hand when she could afford nothing? Isn't this what you have wanted? Don't you want to seek revenge for your wife? There, you have it. Aren't you satisfied now? Happy now? Mr. Chu, isn't it redundant for you to say such things now?"