Possessive Madman Coaxes Him With a Hand on His Waist! The Cold-Hearted Host Starts to Feel Something - Chapter 2

Li Cheng sharply drew in a breath.

If he was supposed to pretend he entered the wrong room, then kicking the door open like that might’ve been a little much, right?

The heavy door swung wide from the force—and in that instant, a man in a bathrobe came into view.

His sharp, striking eyes carried a hint of coldness that made people instinctively hold their breath. His skin looked carved from white jade, his features were deep and defined, and there was just a trace of unruly arrogance that didn’t quite fit the rest of his refined look.

Perfectly cut chest and abs gleamed faintly with water droplets.

It was… sinful, really.

Not too much, not too little—exactly eight abs.

【Hiss hiss hiss…】

Li Cheng: Quit drooling.

【Wow! Fox Host, that’s your rumored boyfriend, Yan Jin! He’s so handsome! And rich! And young! I’m in love already!】

Rumored boyfriend, my ass. It was a one-sided announcement made by the original host just to spite her ex.

Still… damn. This really was the Feiting Hotel.

Yan Jin, still in his bathrobe, eyed Li Cheng from head to toe, his gaze steady and assessing.

To be exact, this was the first time they had ever met in person.

The youth in front of him had porcelain skin and honey-toned eyes. Every feature was distinct enough to stand out, but together, they made for a face that looked almost unreal.

Those amber eyes paired with that pale complexion—beautiful enough to look drawn out of a manga. Irresistibly alluring.

Like a fox spirit.

That was Yan Jin’s first impression of Li Cheng.

Yan Jin’s lips curved faintly. His deep, magnetic voice carried a teasing undertone. “Isn’t this… my boyfriend?”

Li Cheng froze.

Huh???

The original host had randomly declared him her boyfriend, and this guy just… accepted it?

“Well…” Li Cheng’s fingers twitched awkwardly. Judging by that tone, he was definitely being mocked.

He took a step back. “Sorry, I’ll clear this up soon.”

Yan Jin’s eyes followed him, dark and unreadable.

He’d met plenty of social climbers trying to cling to him for fame.

But this one—this one had a strangely creative approach.

Yan Jin leaned one arm against the doorframe, his mouth curving faintly. “Who told you I was here?”

Li Cheng: “…”

“If I said I knocked on the wrong door, would you believe me?”

Yan Jin’s eyes narrowed, his lazy expression darkening. His gaze flicked past Li Cheng—to the half-collapsed man behind him—and his expression shifted. “What, the celebrity’s not satisfied and decided to call in a gigolo?”

“You really like to play, huh?”

Li Cheng glanced over his shoulder at the muscular man.

Ah, crap.

He’d completely forgotten—if Yan Jin saw this, how was he supposed to carry out his plan later?

Now Yan Jin looked like he’d caught him red-handed doing something shady!

“I don’t know him.” Li Cheng denied it immediately.

【Ding! Side quest triggered. Tell your rumored boyfriend Yan Jin: I like you. Reward—10 uses of divine power without penalty.】

Li Cheng’s eyes widened. What the hell kind of quest is that? Then he got excited. Can I say it twice?

【No.】

Li Cheng reached out and grabbed Yan Jin’s hand, looking up with wide, sincere eyes. “Don’t misunderstand. I like you. What I said at the press conference—I meant it.”

Yan Jin froze for a second, his breath catching. Then he brushed Li Cheng’s hand away and stepped back.

A second later, the door slammed shut in Li Cheng’s face—hard and fast.

People like that—all the same. Pretending to be different, but still chasing after him for status.

Disgusting.

Bang!

The door closed with a heavy thud.

Li Cheng clicked his tongue. Typical rich kid. Too good to even look a “celebrity” in the eye.

“System,” he muttered, “can I erase his memory? That was seriously embarrassing.”

【Human memories can’t be erased. Only surveillance footage can.】

Surveillance, huh?

Well, as long as there was no footage, Yan Jin’s word alone wasn’t enough to worry him.

Li Cheng exhaled, feeling slightly more at ease.

He dragged the muscular man down the hall, turned a corner, and stopped in front of Room 821.

Still in full swagger mode, he kicked the door open again.

Inside, Xu Han was lounging on the couch, leisurely eating slices of watermelon.

Hearing the noise, Xu Han turned, eyes flashing with feigned surprise.

“Li Cheng? What the hell are you doing kicking my door?” he said, trying hard to keep his “polite and composed” persona.

Li Cheng shrugged casually.

Dragging the man forward a little, he suddenly kicked him hard in the backside.

The man fell to the floor with a grunt, curling up in pain.

Li Cheng’s voice was light, his expression friendly but chilling.

“For you. A gift.”

Xu Han’s eyes flickered with panic as he looked at the sweat-soaked, trembling man on the ground, gagged with a towel.

No way… that weak little Li Cheng could’ve beaten this guy to that state?

Xu Han forced a thin smile, pretending confusion.

“Li Cheng, what’s this about?”

Li Cheng stepped closer, snatched the plate of watermelon from his hand, grabbed a new fork, and started eating.

Sweet.

Xu Han’s eyes twitched at the sight of how casually he was eating his fruit.

“Are you insane, Li Cheng? Why’d you bring some lunatic into my room?”

“Oh?” Li Cheng’s brows lifted, voice turning cool and sharp. “So you know he’s a lunatic? Then why’d you send him to my room?”

As he spoke, he picked up a piece of watermelon and pressed it to Xu Han’s lips. Xu Han didn’t open his mouth, so Li Cheng shoved it in harder.

The watermelon pulp squished, juice running down Xu Han’s chin—pale pink, almost like blood.

Li Cheng’s fingers got sticky. He wiped them clean on Xu Han’s light-colored shirt.

Xu Han’s eyes widened in rage. He shoved Li Cheng away and wiped his mouth. “You’re out of your damn mind!”

Li Cheng stared lazily back, voice low and languid. “Five words, and you got four wrong, sweetheart.”

The only one he agreed with was god.

He didn’t bother explaining further. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small camera—one he’d found in his room earlier.

He examined the room, found a good spot, and placed the camera on the side table facing the bed.

The red light blinked faintly—still recording.

Xu Han’s expression stiffened. He was starting to realize Li Cheng knew more than he should.

Because he’d been the one to plant that camera.

He’d tried to keep up his polished act, but his mind was racing now.

“What are you doing with that camera?” he demanded, still feigning ignorance.

Li Cheng glanced at the man on the floor and clicked his tongue.

“He told me everything. You gave him two hundred grand.”

Li Cheng’s tone carried an edge of mockery, like he pitied himself for being so easily set up.

Xu Han’s eyes widened, panic flashing in them. He let out a harsh laugh.

“I don’t know him! I don’t even know what you’re talking about!”

Li Cheng pulled out his phone and waved it in front of his face. “Funny. Recordings don’t lie.”

Xu Han’s composure shattered. His face twisted in anger as he lunged for the phone.

Li Cheng’s lips curved. Got you.

Xu Han’s mask fell completely. Snarling, he swung a fist at Li Cheng.

But before it landed, Li Cheng caught his wrist and twisted.

Xu Han’s body flipped midair and hit the floor with a loud thud.

“Ugh…” Xu Han groaned, dizzy from the impact.

This… this wasn’t the same weak and delicate Li Cheng he knew.

Li Cheng yanked out a long charging cord from beside the bed, tied Xu Han’s wrists behind his back, and stripped his clothes off.

“What are you doing?!” Xu Han’s voice cracked in panic. He couldn’t move—his body had gone limp, completely powerless.

Something wasn’t right.

Li Cheng’s smile was lazy, his tone light. “Getting you trending, obviously. Don’t you want to be famous?”

His voice drifted through the room—soft, melodic, yet dark enough to drag someone straight into the abyss.