Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

“I…” Li Manni bit on her lip with her hands around her waist, not saying a word. Looking at her actions now, Chu Lui knew his guess was right. He smiled. It was a cruel smile that scared Li Manni in a way she had never felt before. It seemed that he only behaved in such a manner when he was dealing with that woman. She had never seen him behaved like this. It was a Chu Lui that she did not know. This hatred. Was it even hate?

“Don’t worry. I will deal with it and give you a perfect wedding.” Chu Lui lowered his head once more. The act of gentleness was clearly on purpose, but somehow, she remained mesmerized by it. One could fall madly in love with this man, she included.

Alright. She would not fear, hide, or lie to herself that she’d give up on this relationship and leave.

She initiated a kiss, and the moment their lips met, it turned into a long and passionate kiss. However, Li Manni did not notice that Chu Lui was distracted. His cruel nature had resurfaced, and it was targeted at another woman.

The cruelty caused his adrenaline to rise.

The hate made him dependent.

As for the torture, it made him forget himself and lose control.

Inside the Chu villa…

Xia Ruoxin awoke violently within the newlywed’s bedroom which had turned dark a long time ago. She touched her face and found traces of tears. She did not know when she had started crying.

She placed her hand on her chest and gripped onto her blouse tightly. It hurt. So bad.

She dreamed of a couple’s wedding, but it was not hers. It was Chu Lui with someone else. A moment it was Li Manni, then it became Xia Yixuan… while she stood at the side and watched them get married, kissed, and exchanged their wedding vows.

No, it couldn’t be. Don’t marry someone else. No.

She lay sprawling on the bed in pain as her hands grasped tightly onto the bed sheet. Could anyone tell her how to not be in pain—how to stop this agony?

She buried her head into the pillow. Her tears, like a river, flowed into the pillow which seemed to absorb everything as she cried.

Unnoticed to her, the shut door had opened as she was suppressing her cries. A man emerged from the darkness and looked down at her, unmoving.

That pair of eyes, they were eerily cold.

And a smile that should not appear curled up on the man’s lips, seemingly bringing along the cruel destruction.

He entered and looked at the woman, who was sprawled on the bed in a condescending manner, as the sound of her cries rang in his ears as clear as the bell. There was no expression on his face, only indifference. His heart did not ache; instead, there was only disgust. Not to mention love.

He did not have an ounce of pity, just indifference. Some women were meant to be loved by him like Xia Yixuan. Some were meant to be treasured like Li Manni. There were others who he used for hate, torture, and abuse. For example, this woman who was out of breath and crying now.

Xia Ruoxin.

It was the same cries but hers only caused him irritation. Very well, he had not thought that this woman was capable of playing games. She even learned how to threaten someone.