Chapter 1190
As she stared at him in shock, her feet instinctively stepped back, but Jun Shengye closed in on her small face as well.
Yan Xinxin’s beautiful eyes widened. Her steps quickened and turned a little messy as she backed away, and suddenly her ankle twisted.
"Ah..."
"Careful."
Jun Shengye quickly reached out, wrapped an arm around her waist, and steadied her.
Yan Xinxin jerked her head up.
She saw him looking at her, lips pressed together in a faint smile.
"Selena may be the number one beauty of Charlo Castle, but in my eyes, Little Qianyuan, you’re even more beautiful."
"..."
She hadn’t expected Jun Shengye to suddenly say something like that, and at such close range.
Yan Xinxin was at a loss for words. She couldn’t feel even a trace of joy at being praised; all she felt was the temperature around her dropping...
"Let go of me."
Yan Xinxin hurriedly struggled, while Jun Shengye stayed slow and unhurried.
"You twisted your ankle. Let me take a look."
"No need!"
Yan Xinxin rushed to refuse.
Jun Shengye only gave a slight smile and reached out, ready to squat down.
But just as his hand reached toward Yan Xinxin, another hand suddenly shot over and clamped down hard on his wrist.
Seeing that familiar, beautiful hand and the wedding ring on the ring finger of his left hand, Yan Xinxin instantly had a bad feeling.
She lifted her head, and sure enough, Mo Chuxi’s dark, cold face came into view.
Mo Chuxi didn’t look at Yan Xinxin. His gloomy, devouring eyes locked straight onto the slightly surprised Jun Shengye.
But very soon, Jun Shengye just smiled indifferently.
"Little Qianyuan, your Brother Xi is impressive. We’d barely just arrived here and he’s already tracked us down. Looks like he keeps his eyes on his Little Qianyuan every second."
"Shut up."
Mo Chuxi’s thin lips moved slightly.
"I don’t feel like wasting time on you right now. I’m warning you—stay away from my wife."
With that, he suddenly flung Jun Shengye’s hand away.
A clear red mark appeared on Jun Shengye’s wrist.
He smiled and swept his gaze casually around them; when he saw the shifting shadows not far away, he gave a look that ordered them to stand down.
He turned back and saw Mo Chuxi scoop up the injured Yan Xinxin in his arms and pivot away with a sharp, icy stance.
Being held in Mo Chuxi’s arms still felt familiar, but Yan Xinxin’s mood at this moment was a tangled mess.
She lifted her eyes to his extremely cold, handsome face.
"Put me down."
"I’ll put you down, but not now."
"But I want you to put me down now."
"Yan Xinxin, you know I won’t."
He spoke with firm lips, his deep eyes brushing against her gaze for a fleeting second.
Yan Xinxin froze. When she snapped back to herself, Mo Chuxi had already placed her into the front passenger seat.
Mo Chuxi immediately got into the car as well and slammed on the gas.
Down by the riverbank.
Jun Shengye rubbed the wrist that Mo Chuxi had squeezed red. Soon, two men in black walked up to him and greeted him respectfully.
"Sixteenth Young Master, that man was so rude to you just now..."
"My business is none of yours."
Jun Shengye’s tone was cold and aloof as he issued the command.
It was a completely different attitude from the one he showed in front of Yan Xinxin.
He then turned to leave, and the two men hurried to follow.
"Stop following me."
He glanced back with a murderous look.
"Take one more step and you can all go to hell."
"...Yes, Sixteenth Young Master."
Mo Chuxi’s car sped along, flying down the street.
Yan Xinxin gripped the handle, feeling a trace of unease.
"Xi, stop the car! I feel sick!"
She tried to stop him.
She’d originally thought Mo Chuxi would ignore her, but in the next second he actually hit the brakes.
The car made a turn and pulled over in a rarely used side passage.
Yan Xinxin had just managed to calm down and let out a breath when, all of a sudden, a handsome face blocked her line of sight.