Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

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Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

"Don't think so highly of yourself. I just don't want you to die so soon. Because if you die, then what will I do with my hatred? Who can I go to extract retribution?" Chu Lui seemed to sense her train of thoughts, and so he callously cut off her fantasy thoughts—he did not want her to even have the pleasure of fantasizing things between them. To have that kind of physical intimacy also depended on circumstances.

"I understand." The look on Xia Ruoxin's face cleared up even more. She lowered her head. She knew beforehand that things would not change and yet she could not help herself from expecting more. Yes, he just doesn't want her to die so soon—that was all.

Chu Lui stood up and continued looking at the woman in a stand-offish manner. Finally, he walked out. From the moment he came until the time he left, it felt as though a gust of cold wind had passed through. It blew, and that was it.

Xia Ruoxin hugged herself tightly. She placed her hand on her lips. This was his second time kissing her, and even if it was for revenge, she still had no desire to be treated as a replacement for Xia Yixuan.

Out of a sudden, she laughed. It was a rather faint one. On her pale face, there was no hate, but the love was obvious.

She loved him—really loved him with all her heart.

Chu Lui walked out. His eyes narrowed, and his gaze became more brutal when he saw the maid standing at the doorway.

He was the only one allowed to torture that woman. No one else.

"You should know what to do from now on. Otherwise, I will not allow you to stay here. You will become a beggar for the rest of your life," he coldly stated. The tone of his voice caused the maid to cower in fear. She shuddered as her fantasy bubbles froze into icy dregs before it shattered.

His voice sounded like it was hell's wrath. It was not something to be taken lightly. He never jokes, so it was needless to question him for he always means what he says.

He sneered when he looked at Xia Ruoxin across the doorway. The chilled look of vengeance flashed in his eyes and it intensified.

One must not assume that he gave that kiss because he felt sorry. His heart was already cold.

He had willfully neglected some special things when he was insanely trying to think of ways for his revenge. When the perfect timing arrives for him to exact his revenge, he will destroy her. At the same time, he will destroy himself as well.

The maid was scared stiff. She scrambled to get in. She snatched the bundle of clothes and started washing. She dared not do that, ever. The master's eyes could consume a person. Now that she thought about it, his gaze was so cold and profound. That voice sounded like it was a fall in an ice cellar.

Xia Ruoxin gripped her hand tight. Her fingers lightly touching her lips. The man was nowhere to be found outside for he had left.

She merely glanced at the woman who was doing the laundry. She did not smile as she walked past her. She just went to the direction of her room. If it was possible, she would rather sleep in the guest room. She did not wish to sleep in that room.

It reminded her of his cruelty and his love. However, she was not the one whom he had loved.

The door opened. It was so dark that there was not a bit of color. It felt so depressing. The only thing that brought life and color to this room was the wedding portrait hanging on the wall.

She walked under the exquisite portrait. She looked up and admired the couple who looked so compatible. The man looked dignified and mature, while the woman was adorable and beautiful. No matter how you compare them, looks-wise or family background-wise, they were a match made in heaven.

"If I was the one who died, would everyone be happy? Your Father, Mother, and Chu Lui." She scoffed, and then she gently caressed the portrait. The woman in the portrait remained smiling.