Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

“You are not welcomed here. You are already Mrs. Chu. What is your motive for coming back here? To mock Yixuan? Do you want her to turn in her grave and not find peace?”

This was the first time Xia Ruoxin had witnessed Shen Yijun behaving aimlessly—no, this wasn’t the first time! She was already like this since before. In her heart, she only had one daughter, and that was Xia Yixuan. To her, Xia Ruoxin was her enemy.

This was her mother. The one who gave birth to her—her biological mother.

Shen Yijun took a step back as Xia Ruoxin continued to stare at her. In her eyes, she could see a look of unfamiliarity mixed with faint sarcasm.

“Get out of here! I don’t want a vicious daughter like you! You have nothing to do with us, the Xia Family,” screamed Shen Yijun at the top of her lungs. She does not even know why she screamed like that. She only wanted Xia Ruoxin to scram, so she could never see her again. Not even a glance!

Xia Ruoxin simply smiled. She smiled with some self-mockery and bitterness. Tears shimmered in her eyes and under her long eyelashes.

“When have you treated me like your daughter?”

Xia Ruoxin and Shen Yijun had similar features under mild indoor lighting. No one would doubt that they were mother and daughter. But in reality, they did not behave like so.

How in the world could a mother treat her daughter in such a manner?

“What am I to you? A daughter or a tool?” She kept laughing and at the same time she cried. Shen Yijun did not have a vicious daughter, and neither did Xia Ruoxin want a cruel mother like her.

“Why? All of you thought I had caused Yixuan’s death. Isn’t it true? If I was the one who died in the first place, all of you would be happy. You would jump out for joy, even! In your heart, could it be that Xia Ruoxin can’t even compare to a strand of Xia Yixuan’s hair?”

Shen Yijun was at a loss for words with her rhetorical questions. If Xia Ruoxin died, they might have shed some hypocritical tears. But if Xia Yixuan really had caused her death, would they still blame her all the same?

So, Xia Ruoxin’s life was this worthless. With the slap, it had shattered all expectations and sentiments between the mother and daughter. She no longer knew why she had made her way back to the family mansion. Did she come to accept her mother’s slap? Or to clear up things?

Xia Yixuan died. And Xia Ruoxin? She was also dead.

She turned around and left without the feeling of yearning. She might never return to that place again. Her own mother said she did not have a daughter like her. This place was never her home to begin with, anyway.

Shen Yijun had a big shock. She looked at her hand and only then did she realize what she just did. She felt she had lost something—something permanent.

Xia Mingzheng struggled as he looked at the doorway until the silhouette vanished from his sight. Finally, he walked over to his wife and held her.

“Yijun, why did you do that?” He then turned to look at his own daughter’s photo. He was grateful that he had given his heart and soul into providing for her. But…

Ruoxin had been Shen Yijun’s biological daughter after all.

“I was not wrong. She had caused Yixuan’s death. Yixuan would not be dead if not for her. She was only twenty years old.”

Shen Yijun held tightly on Xia Mingzheng’s shirt. She was not wrong. She really wasn’t.

“Yijun…” Xia Mingzheng could only sigh. From the start until now, why was he able to look at Ruoxin with no hatred? But then, Yixuan was his daughter. How could he not know that she had always been a tyrant ever since she was young, and that she bullied her way through everything to get what she wanted?

Shen Yijun, on the other hand, thought the man was clueless. That the only reason Xia Ruoxin asked that it was Yixuan’s idea to drive that day. To say that Xia Ruoxin caused Yixuan’s death, one might as well put the blame on the father.

But he was selfish. Chu Lui had already married Xia Ruoxin. She had taken everything away from Yixuan. And he couldn’t let Yixuan lose Chu Lui.