Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

“Secretary Xu, help me with something.” He spun his office chair, his slightly-raised lower jaw etched with hard and cold lines.

There was not a single soft spot on this man, including his hair—which was stuck stiffly above his ears. Even though it was not gentle enough, it did not affect his aura either. Instead, it gave him an additional air of unspeakable wildness.

He put his hand between his lips unconsciously and rubbed them lightly in an unnatural manner. He let out a cold laugh suddenly. Chu Lui smiled? He had already forgotten what smiling was a long time ago.

Du Jingtang rubbed his head in confusion. His cousin was behaving more and more strangely in an increasingly unpredictable manner. Was he becoming delusional by himself?

In the two-story villa of the Chu family, Xiao Hong closed the door, an enormous gift box in her hands. She stared at it strangely. She was really curious what such a huge box contained.

“Oops!” She hit her head in embarrassment. A mere servant like her should not be poking her nose into her master’s business. That was the first lesson she learned at the housekeeping agency, and she would never forget it.

Knock, knock. There were a few clear knocks from the door. Xia Ruoxin lifted her head, the sketchbook still in her hands. She stood up and walked towards the door, wondering if there was a guest in the house at this time.

“Madam, Mister sent this over.” Xiao Hong held the gift box out, and Xia Ruoxin took it, with her pale eyebrows furrowing.

“Thank you, Xiao Hong.” Xia Ruoxin smiled slightly, hugging the box with one hand and closing the door with the other. Xiao Hong’s eyes were filled with disappointment. It was such a pity that she did not get to see what it was.

She wiped her hands on her clothes. Time to start working. A maid should be doing less talking and more chores.

Xia Ruoxin placed the box on the bed and reached a hand out to stroke the edges of the box gently. He had sent her such an enormous box. The whole room was filled with the faint scent of the Chinese bellflowers as if they were trying to convey something.

She untied the ribbon on the box and opened it to reveal a pure white dress. She picked it up, her eyes brightening suddenly. It was so beautiful. The long-laced hem of the dress was not thick; neither did it seem to be too much cloth or too translucent. The streamlined dress was extremely figure-hugging, with small, white luminous pearls sewn around the collar that shimmered and shone with a soft, bright light. Its extremely light fabric also made one extremely fond of it.

Its texture was like that of silk. It would feel very comfortable in contact with the skin.

She rubbed it softly on her face. It was really soft.

A card dropped out from the box.

“I had someone especially prepare this for you. Trust me, tonight, I’ll make you into a princess.” Such an incisive style of writing and brash words without hiding anything could only belong to him. No one else could do it like him.

Chu Lui, her husband, a man who could disregard anyone.

Tonight, I’ll make you into a princess.

Her face pressed into the clothing in her hands carefully, a drop of tear landing quickly on the dress. She did not want to become any princess actually, because she was no princess.

She just wanted to be his wife, and that was enough for her. If he was willing, she would love him with all she had.

If he was willing.

If he could give her a chance.