Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

Chapter 23: He Was The Devil

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

How many lives have been harmed?

Xia Ruoxin put a hand over her face. The mildly warm sunlight fell on her face. Everyone looked at her in a weird way; some with pity, some with sarcasm, and others with accusation. She could smell the evil behind their smiles and the way they gloated over her misfortune because she knew—she had become some sort of celebrity. She had made the headlines of a newspaper. Doesn’t that at least make her a celebrity?

She looked up and suddenly... she had no idea where she should go next.

She hugged her elbows and smiled. It was a smile coated with loneliness.

Xia Ruoxin—an ugly duckling. Her father was not fond of her, and her mother did not love her. Nobody loved her bald head. She closed her eyes. They were extremely dry and badly aching. Though this time, she did not cry.

Because she knew that there would be bitterer and tougher times lying in wait for her in the future.

She would not want to spend her time like Lin Daiyu from ‘Butterfly Lovers’ and spend her whole life crying. Xia Ruoxin would love herself even if no one was there to love her.

She was not aware that a privately owned black sedan had parked not far away from her. A male passenger sat inside the sedan. He had looked at the woman who was wandering aimlessly. He exhaled circles of smoke which turned into a fog, and it slightly blurred his features. Despite that, a dark cruel look flashed in his overly penetrating gaze. It seemed to create a shade over the light.

He casually put the cigarette out with an icy smile on his thin lips.

“Start driving,” he instructed as he rolled the window down. They drove past Xia Ruoxin. She remained oblivious and stayed in the same position.

When she returned to the Chu villa, the maid named Luo Sha simply dumped a pile of clothes to her. She gave Luo Sha an indifferent look, her eyes as clear as the day which left the maid in shame.

Xia Ruoxin smiled with indifference as she carried the pile of clothes and walked out. It was just laundry, but these clothes were not hers. Neither do they belong to Chu Lui. It belonged to Luo Sha—a maid.

She knew that Chu Lui employed Luo Sha as his way of humiliating her. Nothing else.

But she did not care because it was Chu Lui.

She soaked her hands into the cold, icy water. Her fingers were frozen and were as cold as her heart. She bent down at the waist. There were frequent waves of pain stabbing at her stomach. However, she remained smiling. If one did not want to cry, the best way would be to smile.

She was no longer a complete woman.

Luo Sha kept peering. As she turned around, she saw the calmness on Chu Lui’s face. He was looking with no expression. She had no idea when he had stood behind her. He had witnessed her smirking at Xia Ruoxin and her deliberate intentions.

“Master...” Luo Sha gave a quick shudder as if she was a fallen leaf during an autumn breeze.

“You seem to have forgotten your status.” The words sounded like icy beads. For a moment, Luo Sha felt her legs turned into jelly. His voice was chilly and combined with a face that looked aloof and somber; it would cause even a grown man to succumb under his radiating pressure. Moreover, she was a maid who had seen little of the world.

A cold draft emitted from Chu Lui as he walked past Luo Sha, and it had caused the girl to pale. Devil. He was the devil.

Chu Lui stood behind Xia Ruoxin. He looked at her pair of hands that had swelled from the icy cold water. His face was expressionless. He did not attempt to stop her. He merely looked at her in indifference. He squinted his dark eye—an impassable gloom.