Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

Chapter 345 - I Just Wanted to Know if You Were Dead



Chu Lui was true to his words. He did not speak of or pursue the matter anymore, but a layer of fog seemed to have lowered down on the couple. No matter how much Li Manni tried to close the distance between them, it seemed Chu Lui’s heart was no longer hers to hold onto. They still slept together and ate together, but it felt like something had waned. Something had changed.

“Lui, are you coming back for lunch? I asked them to make your favorite food.” Li Manni followed Chu Lui to the door and raised her head, her eyes filled with too much anticipation. They had not spent quality time with each other recently. He was getting busier and busier and would even occasionally spend the night at the company. At this rate, she would not be able to have a child. Her period had come this month, and she was in her safe period now.

Chu Lui glanced at his watch, said indifferently, and slightly superficially, “I’ll make some time.” He turned around and left, his body exuding excessive coldness and distance that made Li Manni uncomfortable. She closed the door and sat weakly o the sofa, hugging herself tightly. Things were still the same, but why did she feel so cold?

At the company, everyone was walking on eggshells. They even watched their timing in the bathroom. This was because now, their CEO had surpassed even a work machine. All he did was work and sign contracts. His butt never left the chair at all.

His cold face was even scarier now. He showed no expression at all, much less say smile. They might be rendered silent with just a look from him. He was just like the cold wind in December, so cold that it made people shudder uncontrollably.

Du Jingtang raised his head to observe Chu Lui once in a while. “Cousin, do you regret it?” he asked suddenly. Only he dared to talk to Chu Lui normally in the entire company.

“Regret?” Chu Lui raised his head up from the pile of documents. “Say, can regret do anything? Can it salvage anything? Or does it just make you feel better? It’s just an excuse for failure.”

Chu Lui clenched his hands into fists, the veins at the back of his hand bulging out as he held back his emotions. He wasn’t stupid so he wouldn’t use his body to strike a rock. There were plenty of other ways if he wanted revenge.

He turned back and started to walk out again, his retreating figure filled with so much ruthlessness and coldness.

You don’t deserve a child, Chu Lui. Shen Yue’s lips curled slightly. You won’t even save your own daughter. You’re unworthy of a child.

She put down the glass in her hand. The red wine in the glass was blood-red.

“Such a pretty color. It’s just a little too bright.” She traced the rim of the glass with her finger, but it was stopped by a man.

“You’re tired. Go and rest.”

The man lifted his hand. There was no one around them anymore. It was just the two of them.

“Say, why are men all so bad? They love their girls so much, but why did they still hurt them so cruelly?”

“That’s them, not me. I won’t, I will never,” the man murmured behind her.

He gently hugged her, only to find that her eyelashes were fluttering gently. She had fallen asleep.

“Sleep. You must have been tired yesterday.”

She must have had a nightmare yesterday.

When would her nightmares stop?

Chu Lui’s forehead was scrunched up, and he sat in his car, once again taking out a cigarette and lighting it up. His fingers brushed against the object he had hidden against his chest.

He extended his fingers carefully and took out the diligently-wrapped object. He put out the fire. His lips were pressed tightly together as he opened it with such care he did not know he had. It seemed to hold something extremely important, if not he would not have placed it at his chest, the place closest to his heart.

He opened it to reveal two pieces of drawing that were pieced and glued together meticulously. He unfolded them and spread them flat on his legs. In the drawings, he had various expressions. Even though it was just a few simple strokes, they were so vivid.

He flipped to a page and gazed intently, using his finger to lightly smoothen out the drawing. Was that man really him? How was it that he could smile so genuinely, so effortlessly? Why was it that he saw happiness on his face instead of calculation? His heart clenched. Could it be that he had been unknowingly happy once, but he had overlooked it?

If that was true, then what were all the things he did in the past for, and what had he achieved?

He took a deep breath in. He folded the papers back carefully for fear of damaging it. He had spent a long time pasting everything back. He looked behind him at the hotel-like place again. Everyone knew what kind of place this was when night came. It was men’s paradise… but also their hell.

“Xia Ruoxin, I just want to know whether you’re dead or alive. That’s all.”

He drove away, but he still couldn’t understand why he could not forget that woman. The more he hated her, the more he was not able to let go because the hatred pierced deep into his soul. However, he asked himself, did he really hate her so?


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