Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

Chapter 272: A Woman’s Love

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Rainy looked up. Coincidentally, her eyes met Chu Lui’s overly aloof face. She was sitting on Xia Ruoxin’s lap, but her eyes were staring at Chu Lui. It was him. He robbed them of their table. Now, she and her mother had to sit here. She made sure to remember the man’s face.

She lowered her head and ate the cake that Xia Ruoxin was feeding her. A huge cake had appeared on the table. Rainy merely spared a glance at it. To her, no cake was bigger than the one in her mother’s hand. Besides, she wouldn’t be able to finish that cake. Her stomach would bloat from overeating.

The waiter served them two glasses of wine. Chu Lui gave one of the glasses to Li Manni, and both of them savored the rare moment of sweetness, like how they had when they were newlyweds. Even though that man remained expressionless, there was a much tender look in his eyes. It was a habit he had cultivated over the years. When he was with Li Manni, he had all the patience and attentiveness in the world.

“Lui, thank you.” Li Manni blinked, and one could see the tears shimmering in her eyes. It gave the impression of a woman who was easily impressed and satisfied.

“Silly girl. You don’t have to thank me. We are husband and wife.” He rested his hand on her face and wiped her tears away tenderly with his finger. His eyes were filled with deep remorse and heartache from the neglect he had been showing his wife recently.

He must have been possessed.

He pursed his lips tight. Perhaps, he should end things between him and that woman. A woman like her was not worth the amount of attention he had been spending. It had caused him to neglect his loving wife.

“Lui, I really love you. Do you love me?” Li Manni pulled Chu Lui’s big hand and placed his palm on her face. Women always seemed to like to ask men if they love them. They yearned to have men’s love and want their affection. On top of that, women needed men to express themselves verbally as well as physically.

Love? Chu Lui’s expression became somber. He started to feel lost. Did he love her? In fact, he did not have the answer to that. He loved Yixuan because she was the bride he had chosen when he was a child. That was the one thing in his mind that he was confident about. However, four years had passed. He had almost forgotten the existence of such a person. What he remembered was how Yixuan had looked when she was young. She had an extremely adorable apple-shaped face. He could vaguely remember how she had looked when she was an adult.

Perhaps he had loved Li Manni. Or else, he wouldn’t have married her. He might have occasionally forgotten about her existence.

Yet, she had felt the need to hear him say it.

Chu Lui gripped her fingers and forced himself to smile as he declared, “Of course I love you. Why would I marry you if I don’t?” They held each other’s hands. It painted a picture of them in bliss—a man and a woman in love. They matched each other in wealth and in looks. There was nothing to describe them except aesthetically beautiful.

Their hands had not parted throughout. Even when they left, they were still holding each other’s hand. They were indeed a loving couple, and that made one’s eyes red with envy.

“Are you full?” Xia Ruoxin wiped the cream off her daughter’s face. There was a look of sadness in her eyes. So, it was them. She had heard of their love and saw how loving they were.

He was really in love with her. To him, Xia Ruoxin was merely a playmate—a thing or a whore even. She had known from the start and understood it. However, it still pained her.