Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

“Don’t worry. I will give Chu Lui the contract.” He could tell at one glance what she was worried about. Lu Jinrong comforted her out of goodwill. As expected, she was like that woman.

“You will?” Xia Ruoxin released her grip and stared at him, puzzled.

Why did he…?

Lu Jinrong stood up, walked to the bar counter at the side, and casually poured himself a glass of wine. A 1982 Lafite. It was the good stuff.

“Do you know? You resemble her. You really do. Even your expression.” His voice was faint as it brought back memories and bitterness.

Her? Xia Ruoxin hugged her legs tight. She was not used to the company of an unfamiliar man. Just that, there was a sudden sadness oozing from this man right now.

Xia Ruoxin thought for a while, and then she asked, “Was she the one you loved?”

“Yes.” Lu Jinrong swirled the wine glass in his hand. The wine had stimulated his nerves and made him recall the past clearly in his mind. He nodded his head lightly. “Like you, she was also a foolish woman.”

He did not turn around. He only continued to drink glass after glass.

Xia Ruoxin was silent. She was foolish. Really foolish. Even when he had treated her like this, she was still trying to find him an excuse.

“Chu Lui will regret his decision.” The man downed the rest of his wine as the words blurted out suddenly.

Xia Ruoxin was so deep in her thoughts that she might have missed it.

Lu Jinrong put the wine glass down and walked towards the balcony. It was breezy outside, and the wind frequently blow at his wet hair, drying it in the process. It brought a sullen feel.

He took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

“Hello?” A deep voice sounded from the other end. His lips curled.

“Won’t you regret this? Lui, do you really hate her that much? That you have to ruin her using this method?”

“What do you think?” The man’s cold voice answered after a long while. It created a feeling of cold-blooded heartlessness.

“You might regret it, Chu Lui.” Lu Jinrong spoke louder as his lips parted more. “You may not find another woman who loved you like she does.”

Silence came from the other end.

Lu Jinrong leaned his back against the slightly cold balcony. “Only a foolish woman like her would still attempt to find an excuse at this moment. Did she not know you? Or was your acting too convincing?”

If Chu Lui was a man who could be easily beaten like this—or if he needed to sacrifice his wife in exchange for a contract, then this was not Chu Lui. He could get out of the business world.

“Thank you for the reminder. Do not forget what you promised me.” The man spat out these words callously after a very long pause.

Lu Jinrong’s blue eyes deepened. “It that’s what you want. Of course, I understand. You don’t have to thank me. On the contrary, I should thank you for bringing me such a gift. I am very satisfied. Naturally, you can rest assured that I will take good care of her. I will also be sending you that contract…”

The line was cut off with a ‘too-too’ sound before he was done talking.

“Ha-ha… upset? Or did you try to mask your embarrassment with anger?” Lu Jinrong turned his phone on his palm before putting it back into his pocket. The cool night breeze blew at him. He felt cooling internally and externally.

When he returned to the room, Xia Ruoxin was half-sprawled on that bed. He was not sure whether she was tired, but on her long and curled eyelashes, there were constant flashes of misty light.