His Breathtaking and Shimmering Light

The reason why Shang Mo did not push her away was because he too wanted to test himself if he had an interest in anyone else other than Rong Mo.

He refused to believe that Rong Mo was the only one for him.

When the woman tunnelled her hands beneath his clothes and merely touched his undershirt, he felt uneasy from head to toe – in fact, he was disgusted.

That fiery passion that he had felt while thinking about Rong Mo was instantly cooled by this woman’s presence.

Seeing how she was about to move beneath his undershirt, Shang Mo could take it no longer as he pulled the woman’s hand away.

“Mr Shang.” She wanted to coil onto him once more.

Shang Mo flung her away, causing her to fall on the stone table on the side while all the bottles of wine on it fell onto the ground.

Big Mountain was keeping guard outside as he rushed in when he heard the commotion. The woman seemed to have suffered a bad fall and was looking at him with tears brimming in her eyes.

Helping her up, Big Mountain then had her leave first.

He then took over the role of pouring Shang Mo wine.

Eyeing Big Mountain coldly, Shang Mo pursed his cold lips without saying anything before drinking another shot.

So, no one else other than Rong Mo?

What was so worth it about Rong Mo?

Every night, Shang Mo would dream of Rong Mo being pinned beneath him. At times, Rong Mo was a woman, at other times, a woman…

He felt his stomach churning uncomfortably after drinking that much wine. Shaking his head irritably, Shang Mo took his phone out and swiped through it.

The top news was about Qianxun’s new relationship being exposed and how she had spent the night with a new actor eight years younger than her, Rong Mo!

To think that he would fancy that woman!

Shang Mo could not deny that the woman had a devilish charm to her. While outsiders may not know, he knew – that woman was of the Su Family.

This Rong Mo really has good taste huh?

Shang Mo poured another glass of wine and gulped it down entirely.

Glass after glass of hard liquor had his body burning up rapidly while his head was buzzing.

Big Mountain frowned and watched at the side worriedly.

The Mr Shang that he knew was someone that was capable of everything. No matter what happened, he would never give off such a frustrated expression nor vent his feelings through alcohol.

“Mr Shang, it’s late now. Do you wish to head back and rest?”

Shang Mo ignored him and pressed his glabella.

Head back?

He knew that Rong Mo had returned today and he did not wish to meet her.

He wanted Rong Mo, regardless of gender. There was a unique disposition that Rong Mo had such that when he spent time with her, he would always feel relaxed and at ease.

The realisation that Rong Mo had fallen in love with a woman gave him an urge to want to just f*ck Rong Mo there and then.

Shang Mo poured himself more wine and drank glass after glass.

By the time Big Mountain carried him and left, Shang Mo was already completely drunk and his legs were limp. However, his eyes still carried a cold, dazed look.

After carrying Shang Mo to the car, Big Mountain drove back to the Shangs’ place.