Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

Xia Ruoxin smiled. She had not thought of getting involved as she didn’t know them. However, Chu Lui practically looked like a jealous husband now. Was it possible?

“I’m going to the washroom.” She smiled apologetically as she released his hand and walked out. She turned around and looked at the man. His presence was irreplaceable among the crowd.

That was her husband whom she felt immensely proud of. To have a man like him was happiness. It would not be tragic without him, just that they were not fated or meant to be together. The auction remained ongoing on the stage. Her white attire swirled lightly around her legs as she turned. In an instant, the room was filled with an aromatic fragrance. Like the splendor of the flowers in full bloom, she attracted the eyes of many people in the room.

Not everyone was meant to possess such beauty. Inside the washroom, she rested her hand on her stomach. She wondered if the trauma from the last time had caused the dull aching pain. She did not want Chu Lui to know so she continued to put up with it.

She leaned on the counter in the washroom and waited for the pain to go away. That man had given her this pain, but she still didn’t hate him. Even if it was another person, she might have behaved the same.

She was not the Virgin Mary because she was too adorable.

The door opened then, and a shadow loomed over her face.

She looked up, slightly stunned. There was a vague smile of sarcasm. She had not seen her mother for a long time.

Shen Yijun sized Xia Ruoxin up from head to toe. She looked really looked beautiful like a younger version of herself. However, the more beautiful she looked and the better her life was, it only made Shen Yijun feel more intolerable to the pain.

“Are you satisfied now?” She sneered. “Don’t forget that you had snatched everything you have from Yixuan. Chu Lui will always love Yixuan. Do you think that he is serious about you?” The more she said, the more vicious and ruthless her words sounded. They stared at each other, their features were similar. They were no longer mother and daughter… but enemies.

Xia Ruoxin turned on the tap nonchalantly and put her hands underneath the running water. The frigid water brushed against her palm. She had once again felt her heart ached as it ripped apart.

“Mom, do you have to hate me like this?” she asked softly, not turning around.

“I told you not to call me ‘mother’.” Shen Yijun felt an instant pinch in her heart, so painful that she threw her hand out.

With a thump, Xia Ruoxin was shoved; and she banged into the water cistern in front of her. Her face turned pale, and initial pain in her stomach became more intense.

Shen Yijun seemed shocked by what she had done. She stared at her hand and remained silent.

“I don’t want a mother like you, too.” Xia Ruoxin straightened her body as she covered her stomach. She turned around and looked directly into the lady’s eyes. “But…” She smiled sarcastically, “you are still my mother. I have not forgotten that. You used to hug me when I was little and said ‘Xinxin is Mommy’s baby. Mommy loves Xinxin the most’. You never eat anything good or wear anything nice. You always saved the best for me.

“Mom.” Xia Ruoxin clutched her hands tightly. The makeup did not mask her pale face. The person who was causing her ache and pain was none other than her own mother, the one who had given her life and loved her.