Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Shi Guang froze for a moment before feeling Rong Mo let go of her grasp and stand upright, greeting politely, “Mr. Shang!”

Shi Guang tidied herself and stood up as well, smiling at Shang Mo. “… Hello, Mr. Shang. We meet again.”

Shang Mo marched forth, glaring at Shi Guang intently as though he was trying to recall who she was.

Shi Guang helped him jog his memory. “In the capital, I bumped into you guys by accident at the lift lobby.”

When he heard that, Shang Mo’s expression softened a little before he replied in a mysterious manner, “It’s you…”

His voice was extremely deep, sounding both steady and authoritative at the same time.

“That’s right. I knew Qian Xun, and thus I came to visit her. But somehow, I bumped into Rong Mo by accident, and thus came to say hello too.”

Shi Guang cast a look at Rong Mo instinctively—he seemed really afraid of Mr. Shang, looking extremely uneasy the moment the other entered.

She then recalled the rumors that were spreading around the upper circles of the capital.

Be it whether or not Rong Mo was her sister, even if Rong Mo was a man, given how delicate and beautiful he was born as, would this Shang Mo let him off?

“Do you have anything else?” After a moment, Shang Mo suddenly looked at Shi Guang with an intensified gaze, making her freeze up.

Clearly, he meant that…

Get the hell lost if you’ve got nothing else.

Chasing her away? She was not afraid of Shang Mo. However, she had to admit that being stared at him like that was rather intimidating.

Besides, even if Rong Mo were her sister, given the way he was behaving so cautiously in front of Shang Mo, there was no way he would admit to it in front of him.

With that thought, Shi Guang composed herself and bid Rong Mo farewell before smiling out politely at Shang Mo and leaving.

…

The moment Shi Guang left, there was no one else but Rong Mo and Shang Mo in the makeup room.

Rong Mo smiled at Shang Mo faintly. “Why are you here, Mr. Shang?”

The latter did not respond to the question. Instead, he surveyed the room for a while before sitting down on the chair beside him. His casual, lazy stance sent forth an entire body of imposingness. Rubbing his fingers from time to time, that small little pressure signaled a mounting pressure.

After a moment, he looked at Rong Mo. “She likes you?”

“Huh?” That sudden question had Rong Mo freezing for a moment. He then looked at Shang Mo’s deep, mysterious gaze—those eyes brought with them a killing intent.

Rong Mo’s heart skipped a beat. However, he was careful not to let it slip on his face.

Moving his gaze away slowly, he looked at the mirror and removed his wig.

“There are certain people that you can’t offend. That woman is not ordinary. You better keep your distance from her. If you were to offend the 4th Young Master Lu, I’m not obliged to protect you.”

He mulled for a moment before asking. “4th Young Master Lu? Which Lu Family is that?”

“The Lus of the Eastern Theater Command. Which Lus do you think they are?” Mr. Shang replied simply.

“She merely passed by and visited me.” Rong Mo raised his head, giving a faint, sweet smile.

Shang Mo’s fingers twitched before raising his head to look at him, asking in a mocking tone, “Is it?”

Clearly, he did not believe him!

And the reality was, of course, far from that as well! Rong Mo could sense that Shi Guang had a motive for coming to visit too…

Could she have…?