Possessive Madman Coaxes Him With a Hand on His Waist! The Cold-Hearted Host Starts to Feel Something - Chapter 1

“Are you sure you want to keep me?”

Dim light seeped through the half-drawn curtains of the suite, the gauzy drapes swaying gently with the wind, casting shifting shadows on the floor.

On the large leather sofa, the two figures were growing dangerously close.

When Li Cheng opened his eyes, still dazed, he saw a muscular man half-kneeling in front of him.

The man’s earlier words echoed in Li Cheng’s mind—while his hands were already working on the belt at Li Cheng’s waist.

Damn it. Seriously? Couldn’t he let him catch his breath first?

Li Cheng’s eyes hardened the instant he realized what was happening. He raised his leg and kicked the man squarely in the side.

“Tss…” The man grimaced in pain, his face twisting in a way that was almost comical.

He glared at Li Cheng, who was now half-sitting up on the sofa—only to freeze under the cold, sharp gaze directed at him.

“Heh, feisty, aren’t you?” The man grabbed Li Cheng’s collar, raising his hand to slap that icy, devastatingly beautiful face.

But before he could strike, Li Cheng seized his shoulder and twisted his body sharply.

In a split second, Li Cheng’s knee was locked against the man’s throat.

Li Cheng’s tone was cold and mocking, his eyes glacial and terrifying.

“Oh, there’s more where that came from. Want to try something really spicy?”

The man, immobilized beneath him, felt a chill run through his heart. There was something utterly different in Li Cheng’s eyes—something fierce, detached, and deadly cold that had never been there before.

The soft, compliant person from moments ago had vanished without a trace.

Just as Li Cheng’s fist was about to smash into the man’s face, a voice rang in his head.

[Fox Host, you can’t kill people! You can’t kill people!]

Li Cheng eased the pressure of his knee slightly, glaring daggers at the man beneath him.

His mental voice snapped back at the system: But he just tried to assault me!

You expect me to let that slide?

Li Cheng’s grip tightened again.

The man’s face turned red as he struggled for air, his throat close to snapping. He couldn’t even get a word out before losing consciousness.

His limbs went weak—as if he’d been drugged. He could barely lift his hands.

Impossible…

He clenched his fists, trying to strike back, but Li Cheng caught his wrist in midair and twisted sharply.

“Aahhh—!”

The scream tore from his throat. His tendons felt like they were splitting apart, his wrist exploding with agony.

Li Cheng’s expression didn’t change as he applied more pressure. “Know your place.”

[Fox Host, stop it! According to the Bare-Bottomed Rescue System protocols, you’re not allowed to kill anyone!!]

The Bare-Bottomed Rescue System, seriously?

Could they make it any clearer that he was a tailless, bald-ass fox?

How was he supposed to find his missing tail at this rate?!

Li Cheng clicked his tongue. I won’t kill him. Just rough him up a bit.

[…As you wish, Host.]

Before the system could finish, Li Cheng stood up and drove his heel straight into the man’s groin.

“Aaahhh—!” The man’s scream grew even louder, his body breaking into a cold sweat as he curled up in agony, trembling all over.

Li Cheng looked down at the pitiful sight on the bed, his expression impatient.

“So noisy.”

He grabbed a towel and stuffed it into the man’s mouth. Much better—silence at last.

Just then, a ding sounded from the nightstand.

Li Cheng picked up the phone. Face recognition unlocked it automatically. A WeChat notification popped up—unread.

Sender: My Beloved Chen.

The message read: “Li Cheng, it’s over between us. Stop pestering me, or don’t blame me for being heartless.”

After reading it, Li Cheng calmly renamed the contact to Trash Ex, and immediately blocked the number.

He tossed the phone aside, straightened his clothes, and stood up. The stream of memories flooding into his mind was nearly complete.

[Fox Host, this world’s synchronization is complete. Your name and appearance have been adjusted to match your own. Please avoid injury within this world.]

A faint gleam flickered in Li Cheng’s eyes.

The body’s original owner had been the substitute lover of the domineering CEO, Chen Qiu.

He’d thought Chen Qiu truly loved him, giving everything he had in return—even planning to retire from the entertainment industry for him.

A hopeless romantic.

But during his retirement press conference, Chen Qiu had appeared hand-in-hand with his true beloved, Xu Han, walking past the cameras.

Heartbroken and furious, the original owner tried to retaliate.

Right there on stage, he changed his announcement from “retirement” to “publicly revealing my relationship!”

And the person he “revealed” as his lover? The most famous rich heir in the capital—Yan Jin.

Total chaos.

Chen Qiu wasn’t angry—if anything, he seemed relieved. He even bought a breakup gift for the original owner.

The man had given his youth and love for nothing.

But Xu Han wasn’t content to stop there.

To keep the original owner from ever coming between him and Chen Qiu again, Xu Han secretly hired a male escort under the original owner’s name.

He then recorded a video to frame him.

In the end, the footage showed Xu Han himself leading the original owner out of the hotel room—earning him sympathy for his “kindness and tolerance.”

Soon, Xu Han became known as the gracious, compassionate lover, while the original owner was branded a shameless homewrecker.

Disgraced and ruined, he quit the industry completely and later attempted suicide.

Li Cheng rubbed his temple. “So the current timeline is right when Xu Han’s setting up that male escort scandal?”

[That’s correct.]

Li Cheng finished processing the memories and shook his head. Tragic. Even worse than me.

“What’s the mission?”

[The current objective: Fulfill one of the original owner’s wishes—make Xu Han admit that he was the real homewrecker.]

Li Cheng tilted his head, a smile curving his lips. “Alright then. Let’s go.”

[Go where?]

“To have tea with the beloved white moonlight—and bring this guy along.”

He glanced down at the trembling man still curled up on the bed, his mind already scheming.

[Xu Han’s in Room 821, right upstairs. He’s waiting to rush in and ‘save’ you any second now.]

Li Cheng smirked, dragging the groaning man toward the door.

Outside, he looked across the hallway—Room 812.

His lips curved into a dangerous smile as he lifted his leg—

—and kicked the door open.

Bang!

[Ahhh!! Host, wrong door! It’s 821, not 812!!]

[There’s a powerful presence inside 812! Recommend immediate retreat!!!]