Possessive Madman Coaxes Him With a Hand on His Waist! The Cold-Hearted Host Starts to Feel Something - Chapter 10

Chen Qiu grabbed Li Cheng by the collar and yanked him out through the door.

His voice was full of anger and disgust.
“Li Cheng! Why did you threaten Xu Han? We’re already over! I made that clear to you! Why are you still bullying him?”

His reprimand was cold, completely devoid of emotion.
He was here to avenge Xu Han.

Li Cheng stood tall and straight, his gaze turning sharp and feral, fists clenched as faint light flickered around his fingertips.
Before he could raise his hand, the system’s voice cut in.

[Fox Host, please maintain your character setting.]

Huh?

Li Cheng tilted his head slightly. I can’t hit him?

[Host, you need to stay in character in front of Chen Qiu.]
[Recommended: Activate Intermediate White Lotus Mode.]

Li Cheng spat inwardly, then pinched his own thigh hard. Pain stung his eyes to tears.

He launched into performance mode.

Tears welled up as he looked at Chen Qiu pitifully, as though trying to hold them back.
“Chen… I didn’t bully him. I just couldn’t hold back my anger.”

Chen Qiu only saw an act. His own fists clenched tighter.
“Still pretending? Xu Han told me everything! You hired male models just to frame him!”

Frame him, my ass. What a wild imagination!

A tear slipped down Li Cheng’s cheek, softening his entire expression into something fragile, helpless, heartbreakingly tender—something that made people instinctively want to protect him.

“No, no, Chen, please believe me. He’s the one who hurt me! Xu Han’s not who you think he is—don’t trust him.”
His voice was hoarse, trembling with tears.

He lifted his hand halfway, as though wanting to grab Chen Qiu’s sleeve—then froze, a wave of nausea hitting him.
Ugh…

The hesitation made him look even more pitiful, as if he wanted to reach out but didn’t dare.

“You can’t treat me like this, Chen…”

Li Cheng lightly brushed a tear from his cheek; the corners of his eyes were already red.

Chen Qiu snorted harshly.
“Shut up! All you ever do is slander him! I’ve warned you again and again not to provoke Xu Han!”

“You’re nothing compared to even one of his fingers!”

Chen Qiu’s heart was filled with thoughts of Xu Han. Every word from Li Cheng only made him more agitated.
The image of Xu Han crying pitifully flashed through his mind—he wanted to hit someone.

And he did.

Furious, Chen Qiu swung his fist toward Li Cheng’s face.

Li Cheng pretended to flinch, raising his arm in fear and stumbling backward.

[Fox Host, your acting’s improving.]

Li Cheng: Thanks for the compliment.

As he stumbled back, he collided with someone—falling straight into Yan Xun’s arms.

Yan Xun caught Chen Qiu’s fist in midair, his gaze lifting coldly.

His voice carried a chilling weight, deep and resonant, like it could reverberate through the air.
“Try laying one finger on him.”

Li Cheng watched as Yan Xun twisted his wrist slightly. Chen Qiu’s expression instantly contorted in pain.

The veins on the back of Yan Xun’s hand bulged. He looked down on Chen Qiu as if staring at a bug.
“Someone from my house—think you can hit him?”

Then Yan Xun’s leg shot out, kicking Chen Qiu hard in the stomach, sending him crashing to the ground.

“I can’t stand people like you—bullies who only pick on the weak!”

Li Cheng’s brow twitched slightly.
This kid… kind of has a sense of justice, huh?

Chen Qiu staggered back to his feet, glaring with contempt.
“Yan Xun, drop the act. You broke things off with Li Cheng because your family’s pushing you to get married, didn’t you? You just wanted some peace and quiet.”

He stepped closer.
“Don’t tell me, Master Yan, that you actually have feelings for him.”

Chen Qiu could guess well enough. News about the Yan family pressuring him to marry had long circulated among the elite.
Their families did separate business, so Chen Qiu didn’t bother being polite.

“I was only saying a few words to my ex. Surely that’s not your concern, Master Yan?”

Then he looked back at Li Cheng with thinly veiled hostility.
“Come with me.”

Li Cheng looked terrified, shrinking back.
“You’re going to hit me again… for Xu Han?”

His voice trembled weakly, brimming with fear and tension.
He grabbed onto Yan Xun’s clothes, sensing that this guy had some sort of hero complex about protecting the weak.

Perfect.
He could play both sides.

Li Cheng backed away, his voice shaking as he spoke to Yan Xun.
“I don’t want to go with him. He’ll hurt me…”

Their bodies were almost touching now. Yan Xun cursed under his breath.
Troublesome little vase.

He yanked Li Cheng’s hand behind him, stepping forward to shield him.

Yan Xun looked down on Chen Qiu arrogantly.
“You’ve got two choices.”

“Leave this house in one minute.”
His gaze swept over Chen Qiu, sharp and mocking.
“Or I break your leg and have someone carry you out.”

Chen Qiu knew the threat was real—and he wouldn’t win in a fight.
He was quick to adapt, forcing a thin smile.

“So, you really do like him.”

“In that case, I’ll ask you to keep him on a shorter leash. Make sure he doesn’t cling so shamelessly again.”

Then he threw one last disgusting glance at Li Cheng.
“He’s honestly nauseating.”

Li Cheng’s tears spilled harder. He hid behind Yan Xun without making a sound.

“Get out!” Yan Xun barked impatiently.

Chen Qiu scoffed, flung his sleeve, and left.

Once he was gone, Li Cheng’s tears stopped.

Then he realized something—
Yan Xun liked protecting the weak.

A spark lit in Li Cheng’s mind. Then shouldn’t I just keep acting like a fragile white lotus? Otherwise, with how quick I am to break skulls, how could he ever like me?

[Fox Host, what’s your plan?]

Li Cheng: Being pitiful is easy enough.

He let out a choked sob and bolted out of the house, wiping at his eyes as he ran—sniffling softly all the while.

His clothes fluttered behind him; his steps grew faster and faster, as if running away from the whole world.
Even his back looked lonely and sorrowful—like a heartbroken little soul.

[Will this really work, Fox Host?]

Li Cheng: Can you make it rain? That’d make it look even sadder.

[Rain? …I’ll have to request it from the system center.]

Half a minute later—
[Ahhh, I got permission! It’ll last one hour. Go get him, Fox Host!]

Li Cheng hadn’t actually expected it to work.

Yan Xun stood at the villa’s entrance, frowning as he watched the boy’s small figure disappear into the distance.
When the light rain began to fall against his face, his brow furrowed even deeper.

Li Cheng kept running, no direction, no destination.
The rain chilled him to the bone.

Eventually, he reached a bus stop and sat down on a narrow bench.
Even there, the rain still fell across his face.

[Fox Host, are you sure about this?]

Li Cheng sneezed, drawing in a cold breath.
If this doesn’t work, I’ll think of something else. We foxes always do.

[You’ve been running half an hour already. Maybe we should go back before you catch a cold—you only just recovered…]

The streets were empty in the rain.
Li Cheng looked around—no one in sight.

He sighed. Guess this “poor me” act isn’t working after all…

Just as he was about to give up and stand, the screech of tires split the air.

Water splashed over his shoes as a car pulled up in front of the bus stop.
A Lamborghini—same model as the two parked at Yan Xun’s villa.

Li Cheng looked up.

[It’s him! Yan Xun! He really came! This is working, Host!]

Li Cheng kept up his pitiful act, too timid even to meet Yan Xun’s gaze.

Yan Xun’s cold voice came first.
“Get in.”

Li Cheng didn’t move. He glanced up softly.
“My clothes are wet… I’ll get your car dirty…”

Yan Xun’s jaw tightened, tongue pressing against his molars. His patience was wearing thin.
But then he saw the way Li Cheng’s eyes shimmered, like he was about to cry again.

With visible effort, Yan Xun forced his tone to soften.
“Where are you headed? I’ll take you.”

Li Cheng pressed his lips together.
“I…”

Seeing him hesitate, Yan Xun’s voice rose again, cold and sharp.
“I said get in!”

This time, Li Cheng stood, trembling slightly, and climbed into the car.

“To… Chen Qiu’s place…” he said quietly.

Yan Xun turned the wheel—but not toward Chen Qiu’s home.
Instead, he drove back toward the villa.

Li Cheng noticed and whispered in his “helpless” tone again.
“I said… Chen Qiu’s place… My things are still there…”

Yan Xun smacked the steering wheel, his tone hard and displeased.
“What, you’re not afraid of him hitting you anymore?”