Possessive Madman Coaxes Him With a Hand on His Waist! The Cold-Hearted Host Starts to Feel Something - Chapter 12

“Get him!”

Li Cheng looked at the oncoming fist with nothing but disdain.

He snatched Chen Qiu’s wrist mid-swing and yanked sharply to the side. Chen Qiu’s whole body lurched off balance—then Li Cheng’s leg snapped up and struck him right across the neck.

Bang!

A heavy thud echoed through the room.

As Chen Qiu hit the floor, pain radiated through his body—but more than that, his eyes went wide with disbelief.

He realized one thing:

Li Cheng had hit him.

Something he’d thought would never happen in his lifetime had just occurred—Li Cheng had actually fought back. And not only that, he hadn’t held back in the slightest.

Chen Qiu had always regarded Li Cheng as a pretty but useless decorative vase.

But now, even trying to get up made his breath hitch in pain.

For the first time, he was forced to truly reassess the person standing before him.

Li Cheng brushed his palms together, looking down at Chen Qiu with effortless superiority. His tone was airy, as though he hadn’t just slammed a man into the ground seconds ago.

“Boss Chen, busy comforting your little mistress, are you?”

He glanced around the house—it looked completely different from what he remembered. Clearly, it had been newly renovated… for Xu Han.

Li Cheng frowned slightly. “I forgot to knock just now. Didn’t interrupt anything important, did I?”

Xu Han looked at him with visible fear. After the last time Li Cheng had “taught him a lesson,” he’d been traumatized.

And now, watching Chen Qiu get taken down with a single kick, his fear only deepened.

He hurriedly helped Chen Qiu up. Chen Qiu, however, was seething.

The moment he got to his feet, he swung again—this time putting every ounce of his strength behind his punch.

Li Cheng didn’t even flinch. He watched that fist coming straight for his temple, then tilted his head just slightly to the side.

In the next second, his hand clamped down on Chen Qiu’s arm; another hand twisted back—then the blade of his forearm struck the back of Chen Qiu’s neck.

He didn’t hold back. His knee drove up into Chen Qiu’s stomach, sending the man flying a full two meters before crashing to the ground again.

Xu Han panicked. He grabbed the fruit knife from the table and lunged at Li Cheng.

Blind anger twisted his face—his lover had just been dropped like a rag doll, and all he wanted now was to crush Li Cheng under his feet.

His mind short-circuited with fury.

He wanted to threaten Li Cheng—to make him hand over that recording, that evidence.

He couldn’t afford to let Li Cheng hold that over him.

And so he charged, eyes blazing, knife flashing in his hand.

【Fox Host, weapon detected.】
【Please stay alert. If you’re injured in this world, your divine form will suffer damage.】

Li Cheng stepped back, eyes flashing with anger. “Are you looking for death?”

“You’re the one who’s looking for death!” Xu Han shouted, red veins spiderwebbing in his eyes. Seeing Li Cheng retreat a step gave him sudden confidence.

The knife slashed past Li Cheng’s hair, severing strands that drifted through the air.

Trying to ruin his face, huh? Li Cheng’s gaze darkened, then lifted again.

That seemed very possible.

His fingers flexed once before curling into a fist. The instant he caught Xu Han’s wrist, scarlet divine power shimmered—like mist visible only to the soul—pouring into Xu Han’s palm.

The knife hit the floor with a clatter, and a tremendous force threw Xu Han down with it.

A piercing pain shot up his arm—it felt like his hand had been broken and reattached, broken and reattached, over and over again.

He barely managed a strangled whimper before—

A foot came down, hard, crushing his hand.

“Ah—!” Xu Han gasped sharply in agony.

Li Cheng glared down at him with cold fury.

“Xu Han, I’ve never owed you a thing. But if you harbor murder in your heart, you’ll go straight to hell.”

A mere mortal… daring to challenge him like a moth to a flame!

Xu Han writhed on the floor, groaning incoherently.

Meanwhile, Chen Qiu—seeing the knife lying nearby—snatched it up.

Li Cheng’s back was turned. It was the perfect chance.

But just as Chen Qiu stood, the door suddenly flew open with a loud bang.

Yan Xun strode in.

“Watch out!”

Li Cheng turned at the sound, brow furrowing.

His mood was… complicated.

Oh, perfect.

There went his innocent little act.

He must’ve forgotten to close the door properly earlier—no doubt Yan Xun had been standing there, watching the whole thing unfold.

There was no point pretending now.

He dropped the performance entirely.

Just as he was about to give Chen Qiu a few more “lessons,” Yan Xun moved in first.

His foot shot out, slamming into Chen Qiu’s back and sending him sprawling to the ground again.

“Ah—!” Chen Qiu wheezed, clutching his ribs.

Li Cheng frowned.

Five minutes?

Fight’s already over?

He wasn’t even warmed up yet.

Yan Xun met his eyes—he’d seen everything from the doorway.

So much for that fragile act.

All that talk of being delicate, scared, pitiful…

The guy had almost shattered someone’s ribs a moment ago!

Quite the performance.

“Not bad,” Yan Xun said dryly. “Guess you really are an actor.”

Li Cheng’s lips curved faintly, his alluring eyes glinting with teasing charm as he looked him over. “Thanks for the compliment.”

Then he ignored Yan Xun’s bemused expression and turned to the two men groaning on the floor.

“Sorry about the mess today.”

“I’ll cover the medical bill.”

He fished fifty yuan from his pocket and tossed it onto the floor with casual grace.

“Make sure to register for a specialist appointment. Consider the rest breakfast money.”

“Are you out of your damn mind, Li Cheng?!” Chen Qiu shouted hoarsely, trembling with rage.

Medical bill? Specialist appointment? Which hospital only charges twenty-five yuan for that?

He wanted nothing more than to tape Li Cheng’s mouth shut.

It was pure humiliation.

Xu Han was too furious to even speak.

Li Cheng, on the other hand, was completely at ease. He sauntered upstairs, gathered his documents and bank cards, then came back down.

By then, the two men had managed to sit up.

Chen Qiu was already on the phone, calling the police.

But before he could even finish dialing, Yan Xun snatched the phone from his hand. His expression made it very clear: Don’t push your luck.

“I don’t feel like trending online today,” Yan Xun said evenly.

“So…” His lips curled faintly, voice calm but dangerous. “You’re going to swallow this loss.”

He tossed the phone across the room.

As Li Cheng reached the bottom of the stairs, he caught that line and smirked faintly.

He really didn’t plan to waste any more time here.

He wasn’t about to die of anger just for a part-time gig.

He strolled past Chen Qiu, glanced at the man’s designer LV suit, and stripped off the jacket in one smooth motion.

Then he plucked the Swiss watch straight off Xu Han’s wrist.

Xu Han’s eyes went wide. Fear rooted deep in his chest.

“What are you doing?!” he shouted, heart hammering.

Li Cheng didn’t answer him. He simply turned to Chen Qiu.

“We broke up. I’m taking back what’s mine. Seems fair, doesn’t it, Boss Chen?”

These were all gifts the original owner had once given him—and frankly, just looking at them made Li Cheng feel sick.

He eyed Chen Qiu’s matching designer pants and added casually:

“You can keep the pants. Just don’t wear them next time. Wouldn’t want people thinking Big Boss Chen’s too cheap to change out of clothes his ex bought him.”

With that, he turned and headed for the door.

“Oh—and remember to change your password. It’s still my birthday. Wouldn’t want your current lover getting jealous.”

That last remark dripped pure sarcasm.

“Li Cheng, you just wait!” Xu Han snarled.

Yan Xun glanced at Li Cheng’s departing figure, lips quirking slightly.

Suddenly, he found this person… fascinating.

Once outside, Li Cheng walked straight to the trash bin and tossed the jacket in without a second thought.

Yan Xun’s mouth twitched upward. “You’re throwing that away? That thing’s worth over ten grand.”

Li Cheng tilted his head slightly. “You want it?”

Then he took a step closer, voice low and deliberate. “If you do, I’ll buy you a new one.”