Chapter 477 Rescue

Liu Changwei's eyes were full of struggle.

Cui Xiao's words struck a nerve. Looking at the blurry crowd downstairs and thinking of his young child at home, his lips trembled, and he was at a loss for what to do, his body even swaying.

In that instant of hesitation, Cui Xiao made her move.

Like a cheetah that has been poised for a long time, she pushed off the ground with her feet, creating a gust of wind, and rushed over in the blink of an eye, reaching out and grabbing Liu Changwei's wrist tightly.

Her voice was heavy with gasps, her fingertips digging into the other's flesh, refusing to loosen their grip even slightly, "Come down with me."

Startled by the sudden tug, Liu Changwei cried out, "Let go of me!"

His survival instinct made him struggle violently, his arm suddenly swinging backward. He wanted to break free of his restraints, but he didn't control his strength, and his palm landed squarely on Cui Xiao's chest.

The immense force caused Cui Xiao to stumble, with the unobstructed sky behind her, and the wind instantly filled her mouth and nose.

She instinctively tried to grab something, but her fingertips only brushed against empty air, and her body leaned backward uncontrollably.

The feeling of weightlessness overwhelmed her like a tide, her heart suddenly clenched, and extreme panic made her vision go black. All she could hear was the howling wind and her own rapid heartbeat.

"It's over," was the first thought that flashed through her mind.

But the next second, her wrist was suddenly gripped by a hot and powerful force, and the downward trend came to an abrupt halt.

Cui Xiao snapped back to her senses and looked up, only to meet Zhou Mubin's bloodshot eyes.

Half of his body was hanging outside the railing, his other hand gripping the railing tightly, his knuckles white from the force, and the veins bulging along his arm. His face showed a panic and fear she had never seen before.

"Zhou Mubin".

She instinctively called out his name, her voice trembling with a sob.

The warmth emanating from her palm was familiar yet scorching, and it was now exerting all its strength to suspend her in mid-air.

She clearly saw the cold sweat on his forehead sliding down his chin, yet he still gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse but firm, "If you dare let go, I'll make your husband pay with his life."

Even at this point, he's still so stubborn.

But Cui Xiao felt a surge of bitterness and lingering fear, and even more so, an unbelievable thrill.

This man would risk his life for her without hesitation.

And this was the second time he had risked his life for her, five years after she abandoned him.

She gripped his hand tightly, her nails almost digging into his palm.

"Quick, pull them up."

The security guards and employees on the rooftop finally reacted. Seven or eight people rushed forward, some grabbing Zhou Mubin's waist, others supporting Cui Xiao's arm, and together they pulled the two of them toward the rooftop.

When Cui Xiao's feet touched solid ground again, her legs went weak and she almost fell to the ground.

In that instant, Zhou Mubin pulled her into his arms.

The woman in his arms was still trembling slightly. Zhou Mubin held her tightly, his chin resting on the top of her head, his voice filled with relief and lingering fear, "It's alright, Cui Xiao, it's alright..."

The spring breeze in Shanghai carries a chill, especially at this altitude.

The wind, carrying dust from the rooftop, crashed against the rusty railing, making a crisp "clattering" sound, and a chill crept up the collar and down the neck.

Cui Xiao was still in shock, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.

Zhou Mubin's embrace carried a faint scent of tobacco and the coolness of the rooftop, yet it held her securely in his arms.

His unique scent lingered in her nostrils, giving her a brief respite from her tense nerves, but this tranquility lasted only a few seconds.

The thought that "he has a fiancée" hit Cui Xiao like a bucket of ice water. She suddenly broke free and subconsciously took a half step back, frantically straightening the ripped hem of her shirt with her fingertips.

Zhou Mubin straightened up, patted the dust off his hands, and noticed a noticeable dust stain on his suit trousers at the knee.

His gaze fell on her pale cheeks and her clenched fingers, which were white at the knuckles. A faint, ambiguous smile slowly curved his lips, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

"Cui Xiao, you're really something."

His voice carried a barely perceptible hoarseness, and a hint of disappointment at being pushed away, "In the entire country of China, you are truly the only one who can do something so swift and decisive as to discard someone after they've served their purpose."

He took half a step forward, his deliberately lowered voice concealing a probing intent.

Cui Xiao lowered her eyes, her gaze falling on the withered leaves at her feet. Her hands, hanging by her sides, clenched tighter, her nails almost digging into her palms.

The pounding of my heart, mixed with gratitude for being saved and panic at being so close, shattered completely in an instant.

Zhou Mubin's fiancée is the eldest daughter of the Lin family, a well-known socialite in Hong Kong. The two are well-matched in terms of social standing and look very compatible together.

I saw it with my own eyes last night, and her temperament and refinement were something she could never hope to match.

She took a deep breath, trying to suppress the surging bitterness and struggle in her heart. When she raised her head, her face had become professionally calm, and her tone was as flat as possible without any ripples.

"Mr. Shen, thank you so much for saving me earlier. I'll make a reservation at a restaurant another day and then formally thank you."

As she spoke, she deliberately avoided his overly intense gaze and looked towards the entrance to the rooftop.

"Eat?" Zhou Mubin chuckled softly as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world. He took a step forward and approached her, his tall figure casting a shadow that completely enveloped her.

"Cui Xiao, I just pulled you back from the brink of death, and you think you can just settle things with a meal?"

His gaze was fixed intently on her face, filled with inquiry and a hint of grievance he himself was unaware of. "Are you really that heartless? Is your heart made of stone? As hard as ice. I really want to dig it out and see what color it is."

As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to realize that he had spoken too harshly. His brows furrowed sharply, and he turned his face away, coughing lightly and awkwardly.

Her fingertips unconsciously rubbed her cuffs, but her tone still carried a hint of resentment and barbs, "Forget it, no need to bother. It's probably black anyway, worthy of your heart of stone."

The wind blew past his reddened ears, carrying his insincere words into Cui Xiao's ears.

Cui Xiao's fingertips trembled uncontrollably, and she secretly glanced at him quickly.

His profile was clean and sharp, his jawline taut, but his ears were subtly flushed as if tinged with rouge, revealing that he wasn't truly mean-spirited.

A strange pang shot through her heart, as if she had been gently pricked by something. She dared not think about it any further and turned to walk towards the stairwell, her voice somewhat hurried, "If Lawyer Zhou feels this is inappropriate, I will think of another way to make it up to you. I have to go now."

She walked quickly, her high heels clicking rapidly on the stairs.