Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

Chapter 223: A Beating

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

As long as it was to the guests’ liking—as long as they wanted, all the women were cheap merchandise.

She took a deep breath and walked out. The friction between her feet and the high-heeled shoes had caused extreme discomfort. It hurt even when she’s walking.

She stopped and secretly raised her foot. On her feet was a pair of white diamond leather shoes with heels ten centimeters high. The shoe surface was almost transparent, and one could see her smooth and round toes. Whoever was wearing these shoes was definitely not a princess.

They were most likely whores with skimpy clothing, sitting in a cubicle like her. The loud laughter of men could be heard from within.

A slightly chubby man held her waist, his hand like a virus which thoroughly disgusted her.

“Come, drink. You are beautiful. Are you new? Such smooth skin, you can’t be underage. Right?” The man’s breath stink, and Xia Ruoxin’s brows knitted tightly together. She was having a hard time tolerating it while the other women were smiling. She wondered if their smiles were genuine. With each smiling face, they ran their fingers flirtatiously over the men before them. At the same time, they allowed those hands to take full advantage of them.

Whether they were worth anything was dependent on these bosses.

“Don’t put on such a torturous face. Give me a smile. I pay good money to have fun, not to see your sad face.” The chubby man grabbed hard at Xia Ruoxin’s chin. He wanted to see a woman smile, not cry.

She wished she could swat his hand away from her lap as it continued to move deeper beneath her dress. Her hands at her sides began to tighten into fists. She revealed a smile that the man wanted. It wasn’t pretty, but she managed to smile. Like Shen Wei said, this was work ethics. Since she has decided to sell herself, she should not treat herself like a human being.

The smile was bitter.

“Good. Excellent!”

The fat man reached out with his chubby hands and caressed Xia Ruoxin’s face. “So tender. It’s good to be young. You’re so much better than the old hag at home.”

Xia Ruoxin’s hollow smile remained. Her eyes might have been watching them, but her heart was with Rainy who was in the hospital.

It’s fine. It would be over soon.

It would be over as long as she endured it.

She wasn’t high and mighty now. It wouldn’t make money if she had, and she couldn’t save her daughter.

They told her to do what the customers want, whatever they want because they were merchandise. The customers paid, and they wanted to sample the product. So, she had to treat herself like one, not a human.

Why did she still feel like crying? The tears were already swirling in her eyes.

She had witnessed another world—one filled with luxury, lust, and disgust.

The fat man’s hand slithered between her waist, her thighs, and then her breasts.

It’s the sound of a slap. Xia Ruoxin had no idea that her hand had instinctively moved to the man’s face. It was loud due to the force, and everyone there was apparently shocked.

The fat man caressed his face in a state of disbelief. What had happened? He was slapped, actually slapped by someone. It was a slut who had done it.

Xia Ruoxin stupidly clenched her hand as her face went pale. She didn’t mean to do it, and she knew why she had to do this. Everything has been decided. She had given herself hints, and she has resigned herself to her fate.

“Bitch, you think you’re some chaste woman? You’re just a whore. Don’t pretend to be so high and mighty.”