Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
When Rong Mo got home, she was lethargic all over.
To begin with, life was filled with unknowns and accidents. No one could predict what would happen in the very next moment. Lin’s assistant was clearly still sending her texts happily, and yet, she was lying in the hospital with her life hanging by a thread.
Rong Mo did not know if she would end up like Lin Yi’er before she found out who she was.
Everyone said that those who had been through near-death experiences would no longer fear death. Yet, Rong Mo did not wish to die just yet—she wanted to know who she was and her past life.
Shang Mo returned home to a Rong Mo who was seated in the courtyard silently, looking all peaceful and gentle.
Recently, Rong Mo’s appetite had been increasing. Yet, perhaps because she was sick, her weight seemed to have dipped instead, causing that long slender body to seem as though it could topple over with a single gust.
Her gaze was merely fixated on the potted plants before her. It couldn’t be considered as a blank expression; it was extremely serious. Her long lashes would flutter ever so slightly every now and then, as though she was contemplating about something.
Sensing that someone was looking at her, she raised her head and smiled. That ravishing and pure smile had Shang Mo lost for a moment.
If he were a gay and would have to choose to live his life with a single man, it would undoubtedly be Rong Mo.
Even without his looks and figure, his temperament was meek, and he could cook while presenting himself appropriately. A man like him was much better than many other women out there.
“Mr. Shang!” Rong Mo greeted softly.
“Just… call me brother in the future.” Even though he admired Rong Mo, he had no intention of spending his life with a man. Besides, his granny would never agree to him doing so either, much less with Rong Mo.
And the most important point was that… he did not fancy men! Not at all, not at all, not at all!
Shang Mo reminded himself thrice in his heart.
Brother?
Rong Mo’s hand quivered slightly, surprised at Shang Mo’s sudden decision to have her change her way of addressing him. However, she did not let it show on her face as she merely accepted it while calling out, “Brother!”
If only Shang Mo weren’t a twisted pervert who swung both ways, she felt that they could have been friends. Only, all the rumors about him still left a bad taste in her mouth.
This way of addressing was… not bad.
He patted Rong Mo on the shoulders. “What are you sitting here for? It’s not summer. Head back into the house?”
It was something extremely normal for men to pat one another on the shoulders. However, Rong Mo’s entire body jerked and tensed up.
Could it be that… Shang Mo was ready to peel off that perfect mask he was wearing right now and reveal his carnal true nature before her?!
Yet, Shang Mo did nothing else and entered the house after patting her shoulder.
Rong Mo’s heart felt as though it was on a rollercoaster right, going through a flurry of emotions.
She heaved out a sigh of relief. Suddenly, she recalled that she wanted to talk to Shang Mo about some stuff and rushed into the house where he was just preparing to head up.
Immediately, she called out gently, “Mr. Shang!”
Shang Mo turned around, his brows furrowed.
Recalling how he had requested her to change her way of addressing earlier on, Rong Mo smiled out gently. “Brother, could you help me with something?”
This was Rong Mo’s first request after coming for such a long time. Naturally, Shang Mo would not reject her. “Speak.”
“Lin’s assistant had helped me in the past. Now that they are involved in that accident and she is in a deep coma, I would like to give her family some money.” After asking, Rong Mo looked tense and nervous—after all, she was the one with a request.