Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

“Ah woo…” Rainy reached out and held onto her mother’s blouse. Her big and round eyes were constantly blinking and looking adorable with her rosy face.

Once they were outside, they saw that it was pouring. Xia Ruoxin opened her coat and hugged her daughter closer to her. She opened the umbrella and started advancing in the rain with much difficulty. Rainy was in her arms, and the box was well-protected. There was not a drop of rain on it. Rainy had her face against Xia Ruoxin’s chest. She did not seem to feel uncomfortable.

A woman could be seen running forward in the rain, and her back was soaked. She continued running with water seeping into her shoes and even on her. She was freezing.

When she arrived at the destination of her errand, she was shocked. It was Qin Lao’s studio. She was back here after going to so many places. The world was a small place. Why must everyone cramp themselves in such near proximity? Couldn’t they stay further away?

She stood outside, feeling complex. Through the transparent glass at one glance, she saw a dazzling woman sitting on a chair like a princess.

This was the place where Chu Lui had turned her into a princess, also where she had entered hell. She put the box down. Her face was pale, and her hair wet.

She removed her coat carefully but realized that the little one was still in a deep sleep. Her cheeks were more flushed than before, and her tiny mouth kept moving as though she was hungry.

She ran her hand across her beloved child’s face. In an instant, the pain began to fade. They have their happiness, and she had hers.

The door opened. Someone came out and asked uncertainly, “Are you here to deliver something?”

Xia Ruoxin nodded gently and placed the box into the person’s hands. It was dry, but her back and shoes were soaked.

She shivered and hugged her daughter closer. She wondered if she was cold.

At the same time, a limousine stopped. She felt a suppressing aura approaching, and she retreated to the side in a hurry. The person carrying the box also noticed Xia Ruoxin’s back was soaked, and he had a funny thought.

Couldn’t she move the umbrella forward and covered herself? What was going on with that freight company? How could they have sent a woman to do the delivery? What would happen if the clothes had gotten wet? They wouldn’t be able to afford the compensation.

A pair of strong legs emerged from the limousine. The black shoes stepped into the rain. He did not bother with his surroundings and went straight into the studio.

That man opened the box which was delivered by Xia Ruoxin. The box and its contents were dry. It contained a silver gown and a pair of matching shoes including the accessories and the purse.

Qin Lao stood at one side as though he was grading an item. He had indeed made the woman before him more beautiful. However, this woman was not the model whom he wanted; neither would she be a good creation.

“Qin Lao, are you done?”

The man asked as soon as he entered.

Qin Lao stood lazily as he rolled his eyes. “How many hands do you think I have? Always behaving like this.” He muttered unhappily.