Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

He sat on a chair downstairs. Du Jingtang kept glancing at his watch. It was getting late, but his cousin was nowhere in sight. Was he coming at all? There was a highlight to the event here today. He wanted to bid for it and give it to his sweetheart.

A woman sat down abruptly beside him. He was about to tell her that the seat was taken. Upon seeing her face, his heart began to flutter; and he went into ‘casanova’ mode. She was so beautiful like his dream lover. He reached out with his hand, fully intending to shake her hand.

“You…”

Before the word was out, his hand was swatted away. “Du Jingtang, what were you trying to do to your cousin-in-law?”

Chu Lui stood between them and glared icily at Du Jingtang.

It took Du Jingtang by surprise. That woman couldn’t be Xia Ruoxin, his cousin-in-law. The one his cousin married with a motive.

He rubbed his eyes. It was definitely her. That brow and eye. He took another look and felt really certain. After so, his heart started to ache.

His first love was gone. Heaven knew how many first loves he had had.

“Cousin, why did you bring her here? Couldn’t you have said ‘hello’ when you arrived?” Du Jingtang tugged at Chu Lui’s shirt. All of a sudden, he did not have a clue as to what his cousin wanted.

Didn’t he say he wanted to exact revenge on her? Why did he bring her here and even bothered to dress her up? She had a rosy complexion, and she looked well-rested. She certainly did not look like someone who was being tortured.

Her skin was so fair that it glowed. She was definitely a woman happily in love.

“That is none of your business.” Chu Lui replied coldly while he held Xia Ruoxin’s hand tightly with his other hand. “Tell me which one you like.” He put his hand on her hair. His tone of voice changes as quickly as the weather, sunny now and stormy the next.

Du Jingtang’s eyes twitched, and he pouted. He felt like crying due to jealousy.

He wondered if it was because of the man or for the woman.

His dream lover… he held his broken heart.

Xia Ruoxin nodded her head gently. From the beginning till now, she only wanted the man beside her. She did not want anything else; just a bit of his love would suffice.

Then again, would he give it to her?

She didn’t know that.

At this moment, the auction on the stage began. The first item was a translucent bowl, allegedly used by the royal palace during the Qing dynasty. This bowl was sold to a middle-aged man.

Xia Ruoxin couldn’t understand why someone would spend so much money to buy a bowl. It couldn’t even be used to hold rice.

The second item was a collectible red wine from the seventeenth century. The price might have fluctuated several times, but it managed to find a new owner. It would most likely be kept than be drunk.

Du Jingtang pursed his lips and showed his dissatisfaction. “I think I know that man…” Of course, he was talking about the man who had bought the red wine. Coincidentally, that man was also his good friend since childhood.

“You have so many bottles of wine at home. Why bother to buy when you don’t drink? Can you see its aroma?”

“Mind your own business,” the man, whom he was talking about, replied in an icy voice.

“I’m too lazy to bother.” Du Jingtang seemed upset. “I’m not a woman. Why should I bother about you?”

“Hmph!” he gave a hard snort. His face was as long as a horse’s.

Xia Ruoxin looked at Du Jingtang curiously, but Chu Lui kept blocking her view. He lowered his head and gave her a warning.

“Do not get involved in someone else’s business.”