Possessive Madman Coaxes Him With a Hand on His Waist! The Cold-Hearted Host Starts to Feel Something - Chapter 27

Li Cheng stared at the voice message flashing on his phone screen.

He tapped it open. Yan Jin’s gentle, languid voice spilled out: “Why were you mad?”

Why was he mad…

It was one thing for a dignified celestial god’s fated partner to turn out to be a mortal.

But worse—his wife was that mortal!

If the other deities up in the heavens ever heard about this, they’d laugh themselves half to death.

Although Li Cheng had already accepted his fate to some degree, he still wanted to struggle against it a little.

After all, for a male fox who had spent several thousand years seriously searching for a wife, this blow was massive—like Mount Tai collapsing on his head.

His pride was shattered into dust.

Just thinking about it made his blood boil again.

In a fit of renewed anger, Li Cheng blocked Yan Jin’s number, then blocked him on WeChat too.

Before doing so, he even posted a moment:

Lost the wife I spent three thousand years looking for!
Image caption: Logging off in anger for one day.

All that took just a few minutes.

Then Li Cheng pocketed his phone and started walking in the direction Yang Ming had run off.

The street stretched endlessly ahead. His gaze flicked slightly. “A’Keng, locate Yang Ming’s position.”

[Locating… He’s 700 meters ahead, inside Tiopd Café.]

Li Cheng pulled out sunglasses and a mask, put them on, and flagged down a taxi.

“The biggest café up ahead.”

“Got it, sir.”

Once inside, Li Cheng dialed Yang Ming. “Come out right now. The license plate is Jing A·6837.”

Yang Ming’s voice trembled with relief and excitement. “Brother Li Cheng! You’re so kind—boohoo—you’re the best—”

“Cut the nonsense and hurry. I can’t park here long.”

“Okay, okay—boohoo—” Yang Ming hung up and ran out from the café a moment later.

As soon as he climbed into the taxi, Li Cheng gave the driver the destination.

“Greentown Rose Garden Villas.”

“Alright.”

Yang Ming’s jaw nearly dropped. “Brother Li Cheng—you bought a house at Greentown Rose Garden?! Did I hear that right?”

The houses there were worth hundreds of millions… A place people like him could only dream about.

Li Cheng sighed. “It’s not mine.”

“Then… is it your husband’s?”

Li Cheng: “……”

“No.”

“Then whose—” Yang Ming pressed on.

“My wife’s.”

Yang Ming’s expression twisted oddly, and he patted Li Cheng’s shoulder. “I get it.”

Li Cheng turned to him. “Get what?”

Yang Ming leaned in and whispered, “I don’t admit to being the bottom when I’m outside either…”

Li Cheng: “????”

Someone, please just kill me now.

His voice went cold. “Say one more word and I’ll throw you out of the car.”

Yang Ming immediately clamped his mouth shut and sat up straight.

——

At Tianye Group’s CEO office.

Yan Jin reviewed documents with one hand while glancing at his phone every few seconds.

But no reply ever came from Li Cheng.

He finally picked up his phone again, unlocked it, and opened their chat. Still no response.

He couldn’t help sending another message: “Why aren’t you replying?”

The moment he saw the red exclamation mark, his fingers froze.

Below it, gray text appeared: ❗ Message sent but rejected by recipient.

Yan Jin realized—he’d been blocked.

Why?

It had taken so much effort to add him in the first place!

Now he was blocked again?

Yan Jin’s expression darkened, blacker than thunderclouds.

What did I even say wrong this time?

At this rate, there was no way he could focus on work.

He stood abruptly, grabbed his suit jacket, and left the company.

When he returned to the villa, Li Cheng and Yang Ming still hadn’t arrived.

While waiting, Yan Jin busied himself with several tasks.

By the time Li Cheng brought Yang Ming back, it was around five in the afternoon.

Yang Ming had insisted on stopping by a famous wine shop near Greentown—said he wanted to buy a bottle as a gift for Yan Jin.

When they finally arrived, Yang Ming stepped out of the car and gawked at the sprawling mansion.

“Whoa—whoa, oh my god… I’ve never seen a house this big, this luxurious… Even the bathroom here must be bigger than my whole apartment…”

Li Cheng felt his scalp tighten.

Seeing Yang Ming gawking around like a country bumpkin, he grabbed him by the arm and hauled him inside.

No sooner had they entered than Yang Ming started marveling again. “Rich people really do live differently! Even the décor looks like a mix of styles—so chic…”

Li Cheng rolled his eyes inwardly. Dual personalities sure are troublesome.

At the sound of voices, Yan Jin came out of the kitchen.

Yang Ming immediately greeted him politely. “Hello, Mr. Yan! I’m Yang Ming, Brother Li Cheng’s friend.”

Yan Jin’s expression was unreadable; his tone, equally calm.

“Make yourself comfortable. Since you’re Li Cheng’s friend, treat this place like home. No need to be so formal.”

Yang Ming hurriedly offered the bottle of wine. “Mr. Yan, you’re too kind! This is just a little something from me, please don’t mind.”

Yan Jin accepted it and set it on the table. “You’re thoughtful.”

Then he added, “There’s a game area off the living room. Feel free to play. I’ll call you both when dinner’s ready.”

Yang Ming’s eyes widened. “Wait—you cook yourself, Mr. Yan?”

His voice was full of wonder. “Today’s my lucky day! I actually get to eat food cooked by the great Mr. Yan—what an honor!”

Yan Jin pressed his lips together in a polite, restrained smile.

“Someone likes what I make, so I cook when I have time.”

Then he turned and walked away.

That line made Li Cheng’s heartbeat skip.

Someone likes it…?

Why not just announce his ID number while you’re at it?

Yang Ming elbowed him with a grin. “Your husband really spoils you, huh…”

Li Cheng: Physical damage +86,000.

“Go play by yourself.”

Without another word, he left Yang Ming and walked to the kitchen.

Yan Jin was tending to a pot of soup.

A light, delicate aroma filled the air.

As soon as Li Cheng entered, Yan Jin’s eyes lifted toward him.

They locked eyes for two seconds—tension snapping taut between them.

“Making soup?” Li Cheng asked first.

“Why were you mad?” Yan Jin countered.

Li Cheng’s gaze flicked away. “I wasn’t—”

Before he could finish, Yan Jin stepped closer, pulling him into the corner of the kitchen—where they were hidden from view.

Yan Jin leaned down, trapping him there. His voice carried a thousand muted emotions.

“Have I been too good to you?”

Li Cheng blinked, eyes bright as a fox’s. “You’re standing too close…”

But then a pair of strong hands slid around his waist, cutting off his only escape route.

Yan Jin’s expression darkened. “Then why were you mad?”

Today, he was determined to get an answer.

“Because I kissed you?”

“No…”

“Did I say something wrong?”

“No…” Li Cheng’s head tilted back.

That overwhelming aura Yan Jin carried—it was innate, making Li Cheng’s mind go hazy.

“Then what did I do wrong?” Yan Jin pressed on.

“It’s not—”

Yan Jin’s hands tightened on his waist.

“Then tell me—why?”

Li Cheng lifted his gaze, staring into eyes that gleamed like a predator about to devour its prey.

“Because… mmph—”

Before the words could escape, Yan Jin’s lips covered his, swallowing the rest of his protest.

Only a soft, muffled sound escaped.

Li Cheng’s eyes flew open in shock, his hands faltering.

A sweet warmth flooded his mouth, spreading downward, dizzying.

“Yan—mmph…”