Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

He took out the already cold burger again and ate it bite-by-bite. His mother said before he shouldn’t waste food, and so even if it became cold, he would still eat it.

However, he put down his hand and thought for a second. What if he ate it and got an upset stomach, wouldn’t that be an even bigger waste? He finally found an excuse for himself at last and threw his burger in the bin nearby. Then, he stood at the side and stared at the elevator—lost in thought—but did not move forward from his position.

His mother said that one must do good to the end, and so he must do it.

He leaned against the wall, surprisingly with no trace of a smile on his face.

“Cousin, you’re really cruel sometimes. There are a lot of ways to kill someone, but you chose the most brutal one. Playing with someone’s feelings will really make you end up in hell.”

He sighed and pressed his lips together, pity flashing across his eyes.

…

The elevator rose quickly. Xia Ruoxin leaned against the wall, not used to the feeling of the loss of gravity. There was a ‘ding’, and the elevator stopped. She put her hand on her chest. She didn’t know why, but she felt a weight on her chest.

She walked out on the 18th floor. She could see the huge office with one glance. The transparent glass walls made everything inside visible.

She walked in. A female secretary sitting outside stood up and smiled politely at her. “The president is inside; you can go in now. The vice president had already told me.” She said courteously, but her expression was a little uneasy. If it weren’t for the vice president who told her that she would not be held responsible, she would not have let anyone enter—no matter who.

“Thank you.” Xia Ruoxin gave her a smile and walked towards the door, placing her hand on the handle. She did not see the worried and strange look from the secretary.

The door opened, and at that moment, Xia Ruoxin felt as if she had been slapped hard on her face.

Her face was boiling, but her heart was cold.

She could only stare at the two people who were kissing and plastered all over each other, with a pale face.

There was a woman sitting on Chu Lui’s lap and in his embrace, and he was kissing her. She could clearly see their entangled tongues and the woman’s radiant blush.

The woman pushed away Chu Lui in a hurry when the door opened, and she stared at the person at the door in shock. Her face was full of awkwardness.

“Get out!” Their passionate embrace was interrupted, and when Chu Lui noticed the pale woman standing at the door, his pupils narrowed. He grabbed some documents irascibly and flung it without a second thought.

There was a bang.

Xia Ruoxin lowered her eyes. Everything was white at first, but why did it become red? A dull pain radiated from the side of her forehead, but it did not hurt as much as her heart.

She put her finger on her forehead and brought her hand down to take a look. There was blood.

The woman turned whiter when she saw the blood on Xia Ruoxin’s head, cowering further into Chu Lui’s arms.

“Don’t be scared, Manni. I’m here.” He sensed the fear of the woman in his arms and tightened his arms around her. There was a suffocating pain, but he was not sure if it was due to the woman in the doorway with blood on her head or the fear of the other.

He could vividly feel pain beyond words that even almost took his breath away.

“Why?” Xia Ruoxin’s hands clutched tightly at the door. If not, she would have collapsed on the floor. Her vision was a blur of color, and her voice sounded like it echoed from the sky. She never expected that she would see such a heartbreaking scene.