Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

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Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas [email protected]

And so it goes. Every time he mentioned Xia Yixuan, his cousin acted as though someone bit him. He'll keep going at that person until he draws blood to satisfy himself.

Chu Lui opened the drawer and took out a packet of cigarette. He lit one and put it between his lips. His tone was light but could immensely pressure anyone.

"Du Jingtang, this is my final warning to you. Do not say that name in my presence ever again. Otherwise, I will not let you off. It doesn't matter if you are my cousin."

With this warning, Du Jingtang nodded his head with a firm resolve. He had, in fact, more to say. "Please don't take things too far. You might regret it once you realized she had nothing to do with that matter. When that day comes, it will be too late for you to repent."

But he seemed to forget that Chu Lui had always been ruthless. He would never leave his enemy with a way out. Moreover, to the one he hates.

Chu Lui hurled the documents in his hands after putting out the cigarette. Then he picked up his jacket, which was by the side and walked out. He left a dumbfounded Du Jingtang staring at his back.

"Indeed ruthless. Not even a goodbye from him." Du Jingtang pouted and grumble for a long while.

In the end, he resigned himself from the matter and walked out. It was without a doubt that the place was cold given that his cousin was practically a walking no-fun fridge. He wondered what quality he had that women found attractive.

…

Chu Lui stopped his car and walked into a twenty-four-hour operating bar. There was nothing much going on inside. However, there was a feeling of pressure. People who patronized the place were all famous socialites. The price there was definitely not economical, too.

"Give me a glass of white rum." He sat at the side of the bar counter. He ordered his usual drink. There was a man sitting beside him. He had a tall frame and had a transparent wineglass filled with blue wine in his hand.

The wine had an odd color. No one knew what it was called and from the scent, the alcohol content had to be high.

"Do you know what to do to make a woman feel worse than death?" The man abruptly turned and looked at him. "Do you know how to make her fall so hard that she will never get back to her feet again?"

There was a slight smile on Chu Lui's thin lips. "You hate her? A woman?"

The man downed his drink in his wineglass. "Yes, I hate her. Her infatuation caused me the love of my life. Which is why I want her to suffer and have a life worse than death."

"Is that so?" Chu Lui sneered. "Congratulations, so did I." He stretched his hand out to the man who was absolutely stunned. Like Chu Lui, he was handsome and there was an unspeakable aloofness about him. They had found each other through having the same kind of hatred and grievance towards a woman.

"Let her love you until there is no way for her to stay alive without you. Let her stand high up and give her more. Finally, a fall that will shatter her everything until there's nothing left for her. It will not be enough to physically hurt her. You need to destroy her soul, her everything. Her whole life."

"You hate her that much?" The man ordered another glass of wine. His shadow overcast in his wine and it crashed against the glass when he started swirling.

"Of course."

Chu Lui lifted his wineglass and his sneer got colder.

He had always been a cold-blooded man—now and forevermore.

"My name is Mo Ming. Mo, as in mystery, and Ming, as in a brand name. It is a pleasure to know you." The man stretched his own hand out.