Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

Li Manni lowered her head in bewilderment and put her hand on her stomach. She really wanted to have a baby, but somehow, they just couldn’t. She couldn’t possibly force one into her womb.

Her face was pale, and she dared not lift her head.

“Mom, we haven’t thought about having a baby this early. Let’s wait for a while longer.” He put his hand on Song Wan’s shoulders and took all the responsibility.

It was definitely not wrong when people said he loved his wife as much as his own life.

“Fine. You can do anything you want to. I won’t care anymore.” Song Wan sighed softly. She was not worried about her excellent son, and she believed that he would not let her down. He had never let her down before since he was young.

Song Wan left, and Chu Lui sat on the sofa. Li Manni raised her head and hugged his waist. “Lui, what do we do?”

Chu Lui’s black eyes were heavy, and he hugged Li Manni in his arms. “What else can we do? I’m not in a rush to have kids. You’re so worried about this. Are you doubting your husband’s ability?”

He pressed his lips together, and something seemed to sink in his face.

“That’s not it.” Li Manni cowered in his arms in embarrassment, her cheeks reddening. Her heart skipped a beat. Even though they did not do normal things couples do every day, this man was always competent in bed and was always as gentle as their first night together.

He filled her days with happiness.

It’s just that… could ‘gentle’ be a word to describe Chu Lui? Maybe she did not understand Chu Lui well enough. He should actually be wilder, more ill-tempered, and more indulgent.

“I’ll go make you a cup of coffee.” Li Manni stood up and walked to the kitchen with a red face. If this went on, she wouldn’t be sure what she would do to Chu Lui next. Even though they were married, she did not like making the first move.

Chu Lui sat on the sofa and pressed his thin lips together, his eyes too dark to read. He took out a box of cigarettes from his body, retrieved one, and lit it. In the haze, the man’s face seemed to reveal a pain no one knew.

Was this the life he really wanted? He had been looking forward to this for so long, but now he was just enduring. He did not know whether he was just restraining himself—or enduring others, but he had enough of these vapid days.

“Sir, there is a phone call for you.” The nanny walked in holding a wireless phone. Chu Lui stood up and reached for the phone in her hands. A lot of things had changed in three years. Even Xiao Hong had left, and nannies came and went, leaving even him to be unable to remember their faces.

He snuffed the cigarette out and sat back on the sofa. “Hey…” The deep voice sounded extremely magnetic.

“It’s me, cousin. I’m taking a leave today so I won’t be heading over to the office.” Du Jingtang’s relaxed voice rang out.

“Okay, I got it.” Chu Lui replied dully, but unexpectedly, he heard another man’s voice through the phone.

“Du Jingtang, control yourself! Don’t let your mum find out, or she’ll be angered to death. She wanted you to have children to carry on the family name, but you’re determined to swing the other way. This is really frustrating.”