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nTranslator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

n“Why, you don’t like it?” Chu Lui lifted the wine glass from the table—his eyes deep, black, and a little hazy. He seemed to be looking for someone else through her, but he realized he was wrong. This pair of sisters had absolutely nothing in common.

nEveryone knew, actually, that they were not biological sisters—with no ounce of blood relation.

n“No, it’s delicious. I like it. It’s just so delicious that I’m taken aback.” Xia Ruoxin just let out an absent-minded smile, eating the dishes he ordered tastelessly. If she did not eat them, he would probably be upset. They were finally able to interact so harmoniously. She did not want there to be any problems that could destroy her long-awaited peace.

nShe was chewing tastelessly—trying hard to consume the food, but it made her eyes go red.

n“I’m sorry, I need to go to the restroom.” She stood up and smiled apologetically, her eyes turning even redder.

nChu Lui lifted the wine glass on the table and took a sip, his slightly curved lips turned up even more.

n“Brother Lui, I love these so much. It seems like my sister does not like them. I really don’t know what she is thinking.

n“Wasting such delicious food. Do you think she’s against these dishes?”

nHe remembered those words; so whatever Yixuan liked, she did not.

nHe put down the cup in his hand and lowered his eyes slightly, but he heard someone call his name from afar.

n“Chu Lui?”

nHe lifted his head and stood up, greeting the people politely, “Dad, Mom, what brings you here?” Towards the two elders, he was surprisingly respectful.

n“Nothing, we just wanted to eat something here.” Xia Mingzhen looked like he had aged several decades in just a short while. He was not as enthusiastic and daring as he used to be. Now, he was really a senior elderly who had lost a daughter. Without a goal and without hope, it was no wonder he aged.

n“Chu Lui, our Yixuan was ill-fortuned,” Xia Mingzhen placed his hand on Chu Lui’s shoulders and patted him lightly. He had always liked Lui. He never had a son so he treated Chu Lui like he was a second son. Even though he was still their son-in-law, Ruoxin was someone else’s child and could not be considered as part of the Xia family. He was selfish.

n“Chu Lui, who did you come with? Was the one who left just now Ruoxin?” Shen Yijun clutched the high-end purse in her grip tightly. She had an enormous diamond ring on her finger and the status of a rich woman. She was used to this status—familiar with her rightful manner of speaking, her demeanor, and her attitude.

n“Yes, Mom.” He addressed her the same way. It did not matter whether the one he married was Xia Ruoxin or Xia Yixuan; he still called them ‘Dad’ and ‘Mom’.

n“Chu Lui, you made up with her?” Shen Yijun looked at Chu Lui in disbelief. He actually took that woman out to eat?

n“Yes,” Chu Lui replied softly. His unwavering eyes were too calm, too slow—like a pool of stagnant water without a hint of ripples.

n“Chu Lui, how could you?” Shen Yijun felt an unknown rage bubble within her, “Have you forgotten how Yixuan died? Have you forgotten that the one you love is Yixuan? How could you…”

nShe had not finished her sentence when she felt Xia Mingzhen tug on her sleeve forcefully. She turned back, and the rest of the words died down at the back of her throat. Her face turned red. She was extremely embarrassed. She lowered her head and even felt an unbearable embarrassment rise within her.

nStanding behind them was none other than Xia Ruoxin who just returned from the restroom. She had heard all of their conversation clearly, from start to end.

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