His Breathtaking and Shimmering Light

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Mr. Shang's voice seemed as though it was being exuded from the deepest of the winter frost, without a single bit of warmth in it. Sitting in the car, Rong Mo could sense the severity of his tone for the longest time.

Shi Guang was married to the 4th Young Master Lu.

What type of a person was that? Why would Mr. Shang warn her time and again against liking Shi Guang?

Was he one of the two men in the capital the other day? Amongst them, one of them was extraordinarily handsome, with eyes as deep as though they were the night skies. However, when she met with his gaze, she felt as though she was being submerged in the coldest of waters.

Was it that man?

As the car drove forth steadily, Rong Mo looked out of the window without a word.

Shang Mo sat beside her and crossed his legs in a carefree and lazy manner. Even though he was silent as he leaned back against his seat, the repressing aura that was bursting forth from him made it such that there was no way Rong Mo could ignore his existence at all.

Even though her legs were crossed in a rather relaxed position, staying too long in a single stance would tire one out. She wanted to cross her legs the other way.

Coincidentally, he did the same and just like that, their legs bumped into one another.

Instantly, Rong Mo's body froze up for a moment as she looked at him once more. She smiled faintly, trying her best to conceal the rising uneasiness in her heart. As for him, his face was stern—when he wasn't speaking or smiling, the coldness being exuded from him was absolute.

After a moment, he shifted away. Although, there was not much enmity in his expression any longer.

Rong Mo presumed that he should no longer be suspecting that she was an illegitimate son of the Shangs. Most likely, he was just curious about her identity—granny had not told anyone, not even her precious grandson, about her losing her memories and not remembering even who she was.

This was the only small request that she had made before following the old granny home.

"Achoo…!"

"Achoo…!"

Suddenly, Rong Mo started sneezing.

Those series of sneezes had Shang Mo speaking up, ordering the driver to lower the air conditioning.

After sneezing, Rong Mo smiled out at him. "Thank you!"

He looked at her without saying anything. Only, when he looked out of the window, his expression was somewhat dubious once more. He did not understand why he was starting to show such concern toward this stranger of a man recently.

He garnered that it should be because of his granny's wishes for him to take care of this person properly because this person's body constitution was not that great.

Rong Mo wanted to reach out for a tissue. Because it was on Shang Mo's side, she had to reach over him.

Suddenly, the car swerved and she lost her balance, clutching at his thighs instinctively—mere inches from his glorious manhood.

Instantly, Shang Mo felt a fuzzy feeling explode out in his heart as he jerked. Clutching at her wrist, he scolded out fiercely, "What are you doing!"

"Sorry! The car swerved and I lost my balance!" Rong Mo was extremely awkward right now, wanting to get away as quickly as she could.

Indeed, the car had jerked earlier on.

When Shang Mo let go of her wrist, he found her wrist reddened by his vice-like grip.

Seeing this, he furrowed his brows.

Wasn't this man way too dainty?

Rong Mo followed his gaze onto her wrist and rubbed at it instantly. "I'm fine, I'm sorry!"

Shang Mo paused for a moment before speaking, "I should be the one to be sorry. It's not because I was overreacting though. It's just that I don't like people touching me!"

Rong Mo: "…"

It wasn't as though she was doing it on purpose!

Furthermore, didn't this guy swing both ways? How could he play around without having physical contact with others?