Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

He did not realize that he had used the word ‘future’. She was the second woman he used it on, other than Xia Yixuan.

She made a few simple side dishes and two bowls of porridge. The living room was filled with a light fragrance, making his thumb twitch and his appetite increase. Even though they were only simple homemade dishes, he could not help but like the taste. He thought he liked to eat extremely spicy food, but he realized he was wrong. He actually liked dishes that had a light taste with minimal seasoning the best.

Xia Ruoxin put a large bowl in front of him, but Chu Lui kept staring at the small bowl in her hand. She blinked lightly and lowered her head in confusion.

“Is that not enough for you?” She smiled ever so innocently. Then, she stood up and poured half of the porridge from her bowl into his.

“I’ll give half of mine to you if that’s not enough. I’m not that hungry.” She had laughter in her eyes. If he really wanted more, she was okay with not eating.

“No, that’s enough.” Chu Lui picked up the bowl in his hand and started eating gracefully. Did she think he was a pig? To be able to finish a meal for two—though, he really could.

Xia Ruoxin looked at him with a radiant and gentle smile. No matter where he was, he would always be the center of attention with his good upbringing.

“I’m going to work.” He stood up. Xia Ruoxin passed him his briefcase, but Chu Lui just furrowed his eyebrows slightly, not moving from where he was standing.

“What’s wrong? Did you forget something?” Xia Ruoxin searched around. Did he really forget something?

“You’re the one who forgot something, not me. Miss Xia Ruoxin, have you forgotten that you’re someone’s wife?” Chu Lui crossed his arms as he stood. All his female partners in the past clung to him, kissing him and not willing to let him go… while she was seemingly chasing him out.

It made him extremely displeased.

Xia Ruoxin’s mind was still a little blank. What did she forget? It was not as if she did not know that this was the first day she was really his wife.

Chu Lui walked up to her and placed a hand on Xia Ruoxin’s shoulders, kissing her slightly opened lips fiercely and taking away all her senses wildly.

“Miss Xia Ruoxin, remember.” His lips landed on the lips that had another layer of red on them. “This is the morning kiss you give to your husband.” His expression was deep, his features holding his always-reserved confidence.

“Did you remember, hmm?” He drew back his fingers, and Xia Ruoxin nodded her head immediately. Her face had a light blush. Her innocence showed through her shyness.

She was already married but was still so innocent. It was not clear where she got her personality.

Chu Lui looked at her again and then walked out. He glanced at his watch. It would be eight o’clock sharp when he reached the office.

Xia Ruoxin stared at the door in a daze for a long time. A hand of hers reached out to her lips. So this was how happiness felt like. It seemed like heaven could not even compare.

She walked back to her own room and sat on the bed. The room was filled with his scent—warm and safe, making her long for him.

She took out her sketchbook from the drawer and drew a portrait of an unusually familiar man again with a few strokes for the outline and some simple lines. The man on the paper had eyes as deep as the ocean, but his face held an indescribable gentleness. If the word ‘gentle’ could be applied to him, this would be it.