Chapter 510: Chapter 510

Xiao Yiran mercilessly reached out to grab Yan Xinxin’s dress and ripped it apart.

The straps were quickly torn to shreds under his violent tugging.

Seeing her fair, rounded shoulders exposed to the air, Xiao Yiran’s eyes burned red, like a ravenous wolf, his hunger and desire becoming even more unbearable.

But at this moment, Yan Xinxin had completely ignored the Xiao Yiran who was about to assault her, clutching her head in agony and murmuring painfully under her breath.

"Don’t fall... don’t die... Brother Xi, save me... Mom, Dad..."

"Brother Xi? Calling your husband Brother Xi? Still showing off your lovey-dovey nonsense at this time!"

Xiao Yiran tugged at his own collar, sneering in dissatisfaction.

"Calling out for Mom and Dad too? Yan Xinxin, how old are you! I’m telling you, no matter who you call out for right now, it won’t make a difference! Tonight, I will have you!"

Xiao Yiran snarled viciously, and without hesitation, grabbed Yan Xinxin’s slender shoulders and forcibly pressed her onto the bed.

"No! Brother Xi, save me!"

"Mo Chuxi is still in Ancheng right now. Even if you keep screaming his name, he won’t..."

Before Xiao Yiran could finish his sentence, a thunderous sound of the door being kicked in rattled the room.

Startled, he froze for a second. Just as he turned his face, intending to look back, a heavy fist landed squarely across his face.

Xiao Yiran let out a pained scream.

At the very moment he couldn’t figure out what was happening, a mighty force suddenly yanked him off his feet, hurling his body onto the floor like a rag doll!

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Chest-first on the floor, Xiao Yiran coughed weakly, his body wracked with pain and helplessness.

Mo Chuxi’s cold, urgent voice rang out beside her ears.

Xiao Yiran froze. He raised his eyes in disbelief—and he truly saw Mo Chuxi standing there!

Lying sideways on the bed, curled up tightly into a ball, Yan Xinxin slowly loosened her grip on her head.

Her eyes, misty and filled with emotion, darted toward the man striding urgently to her side. Her lips trembled slightly.

Seeing the pallor and furrowed brows on Yan Xinxin’s delicate face, Mo Chuxi’s heart twisted with pain.

His brows furrowed deeply, and he quickly strode to the bedside, reaching out to lift Yan Xinxin into his arms.

"It’s all right now. Don’t be afraid..."

Mo Chuxi held Yan Xinxin close, clutching her tightly against himself, yet he could feel his own heart trembling violently.

In truth, his fear was greater than hers—he feared any harm would come to her, even the slightest.

Feeling the warmth and comfort of that familiar embrace, Yan Xinxin instinctively reached out to clutch Mo Chuxi tightly.

His scent, his warmth—it carried an almost magical power to soothe her.

Her shimmering eyes, still faintly misty, slowly gazed up at him, her lips moving gently.

Seeing Mo Chuxi cradling Yan Xinxin in his arms without even sparing him a glance, Xiao Yiran seized the chance to scramble out of the room in a panicked escape.

Though Mo Chuxi had no intention of letting Xiao Yiran off the hook, nothing mattered more to him right now than the girl in his arms.

And with Yan Xinxin holding onto him so tightly, he was even less willing to let go.

He lifted a hand, gently stroking her head, his soft voice wrapping around her ears like a cocoon.

"Yan Xinxin, from now on, no matter what happens, as long as you think of me in your heart, I will appear, and you’ll be safe."

His promise carried the flavor of something almost mythic.

Yan Xinxin blinked softly, her wide eyes glancing upward as she slowly lifted her head.

Her thoughts remained scattered, her mind still clamoring for Brother Xi...

She stared dazedly at the impossibly handsome face in front of her, her thoughts tugging at her.

Could it be that I... I truly am Mu Qianyuan?