Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

A minute passed, then two… then half an hour passed. Finally, when he was on the verge of impatience, the click-clack of high heels on the floor resounded, making his expression even colder.

"Why, has working in this industry made you put on airs, making you so hard to invite?" He did not turn his head, just rolling his wrist. His normally expressionless lips were pressed tightly together in displeasure.

"Yes, I've been doing this for such a long time, so naturally it's difficult to ask for me. Everyone here knows this, or have you forgotten, Mr. Chu?" An unfamiliar female voice said, which made Chu Lui raise his head suddenly. He blanked. Why was it her and not Xia Ruoxin?

"Are you feeling disappointed, Mr. Chu? One of my people has already said that there's no such person as Xia Ruoxin, but you didn't believe him."

Shen Wei sat by his side, picking up the glass on the table and drank. The corners of her red lips lifted with a hint of disdain. She was already treating such a man with due respect and saving him face. He was a guest. Otherwise, she would have already thrown him out by now.

"No such person? Where have you taken Xia Ruoxin? Speak!" Chu Lui's eyes flashed with angry sparks, his voice as cold as ice.

Shen Wei just looked up slightly, her red lips parting. "Where can I take her? She has hands and legs so she can go wherever she wants to…"

Chu Lui stood up and glowered at Shen Wei coldly. "Where did she go?" His tone was still commanding, but it was useless towards Shen Wei. She had seen many men like him. It was like he had said: she had stayed in this place for too long, so long that she was already used to this way of life.

"She…" Shen Wei put her hand against her lips and yawned. "If you're asking me, who am I supposed to ask?" Her voice was thick with drowsiness. She had not slept well yesterday, and talking to him here was really a waste of her sleep time.

Chu Lui turned around and walked away with big strides because he knew that he would never get anything out of her. He would look for the person he wanted to find himself. He did not believe that he, Chu Lui, would not be able to find someone.

However, if she disappeared like she did four years ago, then would he still be able to find her?

As long as she wanted to hide from him, then he would not be able to find her forever. As long as she was willing to, it would be many four years to come.

"Mr. Chu, I heard that your wife had a miscarriage recently?" Shen Wei's voice rang out from behind him.

Chu Lui stopped in his tracks and coldly said, "I don't think that's any of your business. Don't you think you're prying too much, Miss Shen?"

"Heh…" Shen Yue gave him a charming smile. "I heard that because you were expecting that child, you refused to save another three-year-old girl with leukemia. Say, might this be retribution?"

Chu Lui turned back suddenly, his eyes flashing with bloodlust. "Shen Wei, don't think that I wouldn't do anything to you because you're a woman." He wasn't a good person so it was best not to cross the line, for he did not care for chivalry.

"I know. You do worse to women." Shen Wei met his eyes, without showing any signs of backing down. Many bodyguards had already stationed themselves behind her. This was her territory, not his. If he wanted to play, she would comply anytime.

Chu Lui clenched his hands into fists, the veins at the back of his hand bulging out as he held back his emotions. He wasn't stupid so he wouldn't use his body to strike a rock. There were plenty of other ways if he wanted revenge.

He turned back and started to walk out again, his retreating figure filled with so much ruthlessness and coldness.

You don't deserve a child, Chu Lui. Shen Yue's lips curled slightly. You won't even save your own daughter. You're unworthy of a child.

She put down the glass in her hand. The red wine in the glass was blood-red.

"Such a pretty color. It's just a little too bright." She traced the rim of the glass with her finger, but it was stopped by a man.

"You're tired. Go and rest."

The man lifted his hand. There was no one around them anymore. It was just the two of them.

"Say, why are men all so bad? They love their girls so much, but why did they still hurt them so cruelly?"

"That's them, not me. I won't, I will never," the man murmured behind her.

He gently hugged her, only to find that her eyelashes were fluttering gently. She had fallen asleep.

"Sleep. You must have been tired yesterday."

She must have had a nightmare yesterday.

When would her nightmares stop?

Chu Lui's forehead was scrunched up, and he sat in his car, once again taking out a cigarette and lighting it up. His fingers brushed against the object he had hidden against his chest.

He extended his fingers carefully and took out the diligently-wrapped object. He put out the fire. His lips were pressed tightly together as he opened it with such care he did not know he had. It seemed to hold something extremely important, if not he would not have placed it at his chest, the place closest to his heart.

He opened it to reveal two pieces of drawing that were pieced and glued together meticulously. He unfolded them and spread them flat on his legs. In the drawings, he had various expressions. Even though it was just a few simple strokes, they were so vivid.

He flipped to a page and gazed intently, using his finger to lightly smoothen out the drawing. Was that man really him? How was it that he could smile so genuinely, so effortlessly? Why was it that he saw happiness on his face instead of calculation? His heart clenched. Could it be that he had been unknowingly happy once, but he had overlooked it?

If that was true, then what were all the things he did in the past for, and what had he achieved?

He took a deep breath in. He folded the papers back carefully for fear of damaging it. He had spent a long time pasting everything back. He looked behind him at the hotel-like place again. Everyone knew what kind of place this was when night came. It was men's paradise… but also their hell.

"Xia Ruoxin, I just want to know whether you're dead or alive. That's all."

He drove away, but he still couldn't understand why he could not forget that woman. The more he hated her, the more he was not able to let go because the hatred pierced deep into his soul. However, he asked himself, did he really hate her so?