Possessive Madman Coaxes Him With a Hand on His Waist! The Cold-Hearted Host Starts to Feel Something - Chapter 17

Because Yan Xun didn’t trust anyone else, he didn’t take Li Cheng home that night.

Instead, he stayed by Li Cheng’s bedside in the hospital until morning.

At dawn, Li Cheng finally stirred awake.

[External injury rating: ★★]
[Recovery progress: 60%.]
[Exiting sleep mode.]

Li Cheng’s lashes trembled as his eyes fluttered open.

The first thing he saw was Yan Xun, slumped over the hospital bed, fast asleep.

He tried to recall what happened the previous night. His brow furrowed tightly. Did my spirit take any damage?

[Just minor tearing injuries. Because the Fox Host’s tail was severed, wounds to the physical body affect the scattered tails in the human world. The tail’s guidance signal has weakened again.]

[Currently unable to locate the remaining tails.]

Li Cheng’s eyes lowered slightly, irritation creeping into his chest.

A quick glance around told him this was a private hospital.
The room looked more like a luxury hotel suite—
Lavish to the point of absurdity.

He was still gathering his thoughts when the phone on the bedside table buzzed loudly.

He reached for it—and froze in surprise.

Dozens of missed calls and countless unread messages.

Li Cheng frowned, scrolling through the list.

Over twenty calls from Wang Qi.

And three from someone named Li Huan—his father.

Between the two of them…
one was a debt collector, and the other was an enemy.

Everyone else lived off their parents.
Li Huan was the opposite—he lived off his son.

Li Cheng opened WeChat.

Wang Qi had sent over a dozen messages.

The timestamps were all from last night after 11 p.m.

11:09:20
[Li Cheng, where are you?! A paparazzi just sent me a video—they’re asking for three million! Why were you at a bar, and why did you start fighting with someone?!]

[The paparazzi said you got hurt! I’ve already paid to suppress the video and photos for now. I’m still negotiating. Are you in the hospital? Pick up the phone!]

11:30:50
[Which hospital are you in? Is the injury serious? Send me your location, I’ll come right away!]
[Why aren’t you answering?]
[We have two options: one, let them release the video and we file a police report; or two, we buy it outright. Either way, this kind of scandal will hurt your image no matter what.]
[You’re going to give me a heart attack!]

00:50:30
[Yan Jin’s public love confession on Weibo gave you a big boost in popularity, but his agency has already denied the relationship. To prove you’re single, I’ve accepted a dating reality show offer for you.]
[I canceled tomorrow’s recording session.]

2:30:55
[Please reply as soon as you see this.]

Li Cheng sighed softly—loud enough to wake Yan Xun.

“You’re awake.” Yan Xun’s voice carried a trace of relief.
“How do you feel?”
“Are you… hungry?”

Three questions in a row, his voice quick and clear, as if his grogginess had vanished all at once.

Li Cheng looked at him. The first thing out of his mouth was:
“The paparazzi filmed last night’s incident.”

Yan Xun’s response was not what Li Cheng expected. His gaze darkened instantly, dangerous and sharp.

“I’ll take care of it.”

In truth, Yan Xun had already handled it last night.
He knew exactly what video Wang Qi was talking about.

Li Cheng met Yan Xun’s serious expression—and strangely, he found himself believing him.

After all, this man was one of the most powerful elites in the capital. Even industry veterans had to give him face. And he had been directly involved in the incident.

“Just focus on recovering.”

The words had barely left Yan Xun’s mouth when Wang Qi’s name lit up the phone screen again.

Li Cheng pressed accept.

“Hello.”

“Finally! I’ve been worried sick! What the hell happened last night? Are you badly hurt?”

Wang Qi’s voice trembled with agitation.

He had managed Li Cheng for years. He could be foul-mouthed sometimes, but there was genuine concern buried beneath the irritation.

Li Cheng could hear it clearly.

“I’m fine… I just didn’t have my phone with me last night,” he answered softly.

“Good, good. As long as you’re okay. Which hospital are you in?”

“I’m already home.” Li Cheng lied smoothly—he didn’t want to trouble anyone.

On the other end, Wang Qi let out a relieved sigh. If Li Cheng was home, it couldn’t have been that serious.

Then his tone shifted.

“I canceled tomorrow’s show. The studio’s already put out a statement saying you’re sick. You haven’t posted on Weibo in a while—put something up later to let the fans know you’re safe.”

Canceled the show?

Li Cheng rubbed his temple.
Given his current condition, showing up in public really wasn’t an option.

“Got it,” he murmured. Then, after a pause, added politely, “Thanks, Qi.”

“Don’t thank me, just get better.”

Wang Qi’s tone brightened suddenly.

“Oh, and about that video—funny thing. The paparazzi gave me the original footage back. He even told me not to hold it against him. What the hell happened there?”

Li Cheng frowned and glanced toward Yan Xun. The man’s expression had turned subtly… unreadable.

What happened?

“He gave it back. It was… President Yan who handled it.”

Li Cheng shot another look at Yan Xun. He hadn’t expected him to move that fast.

There was silence on the other end for several seconds before Wang Qi finally spoke again.

“President Yan? You told me you two weren’t involved. Why would he help you then? Wait—are you actually together? I’m warning you, the studio already denied the rumors. Don’t start anything stupid.”

He paused, then repeated more sharply, “Are you two really together?”

“We’re not!” Li Cheng blurted out.

But as soon as he said it, his eyes darted—and met Yan Xun’s again.

Darker this time. Much darker.

What’s with him? His mood flips faster than a switch.

Wang Qi seemed satisfied with the denial and continued,

“Whatever the case, if you do start dating, tell me first, got it?”

Li Cheng gave a half-hearted hum in response, barely audible.

Before hanging up, Wang Qi suddenly added,

“Oh—and the Weibo post. Make sure to include a selfie. The fans don’t want to see just words. Send it to me first, though. I don’t trust your awful selfie skills.”

“Seriously? You’re micromanaging that too?”

“I don’t care what color underwear you’re wearing, but everything else—yes.”

Li Cheng: …

“Hanging up.”

He hung up mid-conversation without hesitation.

Then, without missing a beat, he turned to Yan Xun and said faintly,

“I’m hungry…”