Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

Chapter 237: Encounter

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Xia Ruoxin sat numbly in between a few men. A glass of liquor was right before her. She took over, gulped it down, and proceeded to cough loudly. Too much alcohol consumption still did not suit her, but for her, she not only had to keep drinking... she must also keep smiling.

She drank glass after glass. When she lowered her head, tears appeared at the corner of her eyes and fell into the glass of alcohol. She drank the mixture of alcohol and tears in one gulp. On the outside, she was smiling along with the rest.

Until that man put his hand on her thigh. She started shivering as her body instinctively rejected this kind of touch. However, she remained smiling although her smile looked a bit bitter and filled with tears.

Unknown to her, at the moment, a pair of dark and icy gaze was directed at her. That look from the eyes indicated its owner’s hatred and the desire to tear her into pieces.

Xia Ruoxin only stood up when the men had enjoyed themselves to the fullest. Her brows knitted tightly together as she placed her hand under her stomach. There was a burning sensation in her throat. She made her way to the washroom and swayed with each step. Was she drunk or sober? Even she didn’t know.

She spent a long time puking after entering the washroom. Finally, all the alcohol was purged from her stomach. She opened her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror. However, she realized someone was standing behind her. Her whole body shuddered. Like the blowing snow in December, it flew inside her neck.

That face.

How? How could it possibly be him?

Chu Lui!

She turned around with terror in her eyes. They reflected the man’s chilly face.

“Xia Ruoxin!” A voice seemingly emerged between clenched teeth. Xia Ruoxin’s mouth was agape with shock. It has been four years, and he looked more grim and ruthless compared to before. Especially the way he spat her name, it sounded as though he wished he could tear her into pieces.

Chu Lui remained at his spot and stared at the woman ruthlessly. His hands by his side had clenched into fists. If he didn’t do this, there was no guarantee that he wouldn’t approach her and strangle her to her death.

He thought she had died, went missing, or even remarried. He thought she was still living in misery, perhaps became a beggar or even a maid.

A million ways of how she ended had crossed his mind, but it never occurred to him that she would be here, drinking with a group of men and allowing them to grope at her with their filthy hands. It was possible that she had even allowed herself to be defiled voluntarily.

She had chosen to be a whore. “You must really be depraved. Why? Can’t survive without men?” Chu Lui leaned against the door, blocking the washroom entrance and barring anyone from coming in.

Xia Ruoxin swayed slightly. There was embarrassment in her eyes. Too many people had accused her of being depraved and shameless, but no one could have hurt her as bad as him. That kind of hurt was equivalent to tearing her heart apart, bloody and painful.

“I am depraved, shameless, and despicable. I have given up on myself. This is none of your business, Mr. Chu.” Xia Ruoxin forced herself to prop her body up. She would not break down in front of him. Whose fault was it that she had to end up like this, depraved and shameless?

Chu Lui suddenly stepped forward. He reached out and grabbed Xia Ruoxin’s chin forcefully. There was no pity or tenderness in his action. He always treated her callously and cruelly.