Chapter 1301: Only I in the World Can See Yan Xinxin Like This!

Xiao Yiran spoke as if he was ready to storm in, but the journalists didn’t dare to take a single step.

"Aren’t you journalists supposed to seek the truth? Why are you scared stiff now?"

He shouted in anger and humiliation as he moved toward the room.

But just as he took a step, Mo Chuxi forcefully grabbed his collar and pulled him back.

"Mo Chuxi, what the hell..."

"Xiao Yiran, are you freakin’ brain-dead?"

Mo Chuxi spoke coldly, his demeanor tough and unyielding, exuding an even stronger aura of dominance.

"If you dare step a foot into this room, I’ll cripple your legs right now."

"Mo Chuxi, you’re threatening me!"

"Threatening you, you idiot? You think I have nothing better to do?"

Mo Chuxi sneered, casually tossing him aside with intimidating force!

The journalists hurriedly backed away, and Xiao Yiran fell to the ground, as pathetic as could be!

"Mo Chuxi, how dare you push me!"

"Not hitting you is already giving you face. Do you want to make tomorrow’s headline news?"

"You..."

"Shake your head and see if there’s any water in it. My wife and I have booked a hotel room, and you want to come in and watch? Xiao Yiran, if you have a fetish for live performances, find someone else to show you. The way my wife is now, only I, Mo Chuxi, can see! If you dare step through this door, I’ll kill you today!"

"..."

Mo Chuxi’s domineering and irrefutable words made the journalists too fearful to say another word, and they didn’t dare approach the door any closer.

The bystanders, especially the young women, couldn’t help but envy Yan Xinxin after hearing Mo Chuxi.

Meanwhile, Xiao Yiran looked like a clown, struggling to get up from the ground.

"Xiao Yiran, get out of here as far as you can. Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to."

Mo Chuxi gave a meaning-laden warning.

Xiao Yiran understood it perfectly.

"Mo Chuxi, you win this time."

"Not just this time, every time."

"..."

"You’ll never beat me once in your life, Xiao Yiran. You’re destined to be the perpetual runner-up."

"..."

Xiao Yiran, upon hearing this, widened his eyes, wanting to speak but unable to, practically exploding with rage!

Mo Chuxi didn’t spare him a glance, his cold gaze swept over the group of journalists as he coolly closed the room door.

With a "bang," Xiao Yiran and the journalists flinched in place.

Within seconds, the journalists had all sensibly left, leaving only Xiao Yiran grinding his teeth in frustration before leaving reluctantly.

"What the hell is going on here? How is Mo Chuxi in that room?"

Xiao Yiran couldn’t fathom it.

It was clearly a trap set for Yan Xinxin!

Yet now, he’s the one humiliated again!

And Mo Chuxi even labeled him the perpetual runner-up in front of so many media reporters!

This humiliation was too bitter to swallow!

Inside room 302.

Mo Chuxi turned back to the bed, swiftly picking up his clothes and dressing, all the while looking at the sleeping Yan Xinxin on the bed.

Noticing the corner of her knit top was torn, Mo Chuxi, once he finished fastening the last button, gently touched Yan Xinxin’s cheek before walking coolly towards the bathroom.

"Splash—"

He reached out to slide open the bathroom door. The man inside with a bloody, battered face was immediately terrified upon seeing Mo Chuxi.

"Young Master Mo, I know I was wrong, please let me go, spare me..."

The man was groveling for mercy.

Mo Chuxi’s handsome face was icy and indifferent as he stepped into the bathroom, elegantly rolling up the sleeves of his white shirt, then slowly closed the bathroom door behind him...