Chapter 1327: Chuxi, Can You Walk Me Back to My Room?

Raindrops fell on Mo Chuxi’s handsome face and flowing hair.

He quickly walked to the front of the car and saw a woman in a thin dress, disheveled, trying to stand up.

He faintly felt that this back looked somewhat familiar.

"Miss, do you need help?"

He asked.

He confirmed that the car hadn’t hit the woman, but rather she had fallen on her own, and he also smelled a strong scent of alcohol.

"Thank you, no need, I can walk myself."

The woman said as she unsteadily stood up, but hadn’t walked two steps before she stumbled again, almost falling.

Mo Chuxi furrowed his brows slightly. Out of gentlemanly conduct, he reached out to hold the woman’s hand to prevent her from falling again.

Meanwhile, the rain intensified, quickly soaking through their clothes.

"Thank you, I don’t need support..."

The woman struggled to break free from Mo Chuxi’s hand, but as she turned around, her drunken eyes suddenly became a bit clearer.

"Chuxi?"

"Wen Xin."

Mo Chuxi also recognized the drunken woman in front of him.

He frowned slightly.

"How did you end up like this?"

"I..."

Wen Xin hesitated to speak, then her eyes reddened, and she smiled self-deprecatingly.

"I made a fool of myself in front of you."

She said, looking as if she might collapse again.

"Where are you staying now? Do you need me to call someone for you?"

"No need, don’t bother."

Wen Xin waved her hand.

"I’m staying at this hotel, I’m fine. Goodbye."

She said as she turned and walked toward the hotel entrance.

Mo Chuxi glanced at her and thought of Yan Xinxin and the children. Without hesitating, he turned back to his car.

But as he settled in, ready to start the car, he saw Wen Xin crouching in apparent pain in the rearview mirror.

Mo Chuxi’s foot slowly lifted off the gas pedal, and he had to get out of the car again.

"Wen Xin."

He called out.

"What’s going on?"

Feeling Mo Chuxi’s presence beside her, Wen Xin shook her head.

"It’s nothing, an old ailment, stomach pain."

"You have a stomach condition and you’re drinking so much. Let me take you to the hospital."

"Ow..."

Wen Xin groaned in pain.

"No need for the hospital. I have painkillers in my room, I’m fine."

She endured and stood up.

"I think it’s better if you go to the hospital."

Mo Chuxi suggested, ready to take out his phone to make a call.

Seeing this, Wen Xin quickly reached out to stop him, her tearful, red eyes looking at Mo Chuxi.

"I don’t want anyone to see international supermodel Wen Xin in such a wretched state, Chuxi, don’t call."

She cried.

"Chuxi, could you escort me back to my room? After I take medicine, I’ll be okay."

Mo Chuxi furrowed his brows, glanced at the time, and then spoke mildly.

"Let’s go."

Upon hearing his response, Wen Xin smiled faintly.

"Thank you, Chuxi. Right now, you’re my only friend."

She expressed her gratitude and then, clutching her stomach, slowly took a step.

Mo Chuxi walked beside her, supporting her arm.

He believed Little Qianyuan wouldn’t mind as it was a matter of saving and helping someone.

Mo Chuxi kept thinking, his mind full of Yan Xinxin.

The elevator quickly reached the floor where Wen Xin was staying.

She unsteadily walked to the door, took out her room key card.

The door quickly beeped open, and the lights inside the room lit up, but the light was somewhat dim and ambiguous.

"Where’s the stomach medicine? Let me get it for you."

Mo Chuxi helped her walk in, asking.

"In the drawer."

Wen Xin pointed to the cabinet beside the bed.

Mo Chuxi released her hand and walked to the cabinet next to the bed. Wen Xin watched Mo Chuxi’s back, with a distant smile, and then slowly walked towards him...