love in the midst of mistaken identities
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
He closed the door with a thud. Xia Ruoxin’s lips curled up into a smile as if she was having a sweet dream. But she would soon realize that after the sweet dream, come cruelty beyond her expectations.
After some time had passed, sunlight and natural warmth filled every corner of the room. But then, the door roughly opened.
“Madam, you really sleep a lot.” The voice was so noisy that it could burst Xia Ruoxin’s eardrums. Her eyelids fluttered open. She sat up and pursed her red lips.
“You really think you’re the madam.” It could be jealousy or something else, but the maid evidently had no hint of respect for her anymore.
More so, the master said they were of the same status in the mansion.
Hence, she could make her do whatever she wanted.
“Get back to work,” said the maid in a cold tone before she walked out. She couldn’t possibly clean this huge villa by herself!
Xia Ruoxin slightly lowered her eyes as she stared at the maid uniform. She picked it up and slipped on it. Indeed, she wasn’t a madam—she was lesser than a maid.
She was panting hard when she finished every single chore. She had to lean against the wall to support her tired self, while the maid, on the corner, was sitting down and leisurely eating an apple. To others, it would seem like the latter was the master, and Xia Ruoxin was the servant instead.
She walked back to her own room. She did not wish to argue not because she was scared, but because this is what he wanted. If this is what pleases him, then what is there to argue about?
She changed into a new set of clothes that she just bought.
When she walked out, the maid was still on the sofa, watching the television like she was the master. Xia Ruoxin did everything, so if she didn’t sit there, where would she sit?
“I’m going back to the Xia family. You can tell Chu Lui or do you want to come along?”
Xia Ruoxin opened the door and stood at the doorway. She did not turn to look at the maid, but she softly said, “Chu Lui hates me, but I am not a prisoner. Even if I owed Chu Lui, I do not owe you anything.”
“You…” The maid abruptly stood up, but the sound of the door closing cut her short.
Xia Ruoxin, how dare she? She was just a slut that even the maid appears more innocent than her. She had no rights to become the master’s wife. She could not even compare to a maid.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She suddenly sat down, her face contorted with jealousy.
…
Standing at the door of the Xia family, Xia Ruoxin briefly recalled the way she felt when she first arrived at the mansion. Just like before, she was scared, lonely, and helpless. She knew no one would welcome her back, yet she came anyway.
She walked in. When the people inside saw her, everyone gave her a dirty look. Yes, everyone thought she had caused her sister’s death just to marry Chu Lui.
There was a mourning hall in the living room, and on the hall hung a black and white portrait of Xia Yixuan. The young and living Yixuan was no longer around, only a photo of her lived on.
“What are you doing here?” She had just lifted her head when she received a slap on the face. She calmly looked at the woman standing in front of her. She could see the hatred in the woman’s eyes as clear as crystal.