Possessive Madman Coaxes Him With a Hand on His Waist! The Cold-Hearted Host Starts to Feel Something - Chapter 29

Outside the door, Yang Ming’s voice grew louder and more frantic.

“The smoke alarm’s going off! Ahhh! President Yan, hurry up!”

Yan Jin stepped out of the bathroom and headed for the kitchen—only to see thick black smoke rising from the pot on the stove.

“You don’t even know how to turn off the fire?” he asked flatly, turning to Yang Ming.

Yang Ming nodded seriously. “I don’t know how to turn it on, either.”

Yan Jin: ………

He strode into the kitchen and turned off the stove. The pot had contained braised fish that had been simmering nicely before.

Now it was charcoal.

After extinguishing the flame, Yan Jin went upstairs to grab a change of clothes for Li Cheng.

When he returned to the bathroom, Li Cheng’s fox ears had already disappeared.

“Get dressed and come out for dinner,” he said. “Today’s dishes have reached my personal standard for ‘inedible.’”

Li Cheng chuckled softly and took the clothes from him.

When he came out, the food had already been set on the dining table.

Aside from the burnt fish, the rest of the dishes were vibrant in color, fragrant, and full of flavor—still an impressive spread overall.

Yang Ming stared at the feast with regret in his tone.

“We should be drinking! Such good food without wine—it’s a crime!”

He turned to Yan Jin. “President Yan, you’ve even got French Corou wine at home! The bottle I brought you can’t compare.”

Yan Jin saw right through him but didn’t comment.

He got up, went to the glass wine cabinet in the kitchen, and took out the very bottle Yang Ming had mentioned.

“A friend gave it to me. I rarely drink, but if you want some, go ahead.”

Yang Ming’s eyes went wide as he stared at the bottle on the table.

“R-Really?”

That wine was worth 380,000 yuan…

He swallowed hard.

“I’ve only ever tasted this wine in my dreams.”

Li Cheng lifted his head slightly. With something that expensive, who could resist trying it?

“Pour me a glass too,” Li Cheng said.

Yan Jin shook his head lightly, though his gaze softened with quiet indulgence.

Yang Ming uncorked the wine and poured a glass for Li Cheng as well.

The two men took a sip, clearly satisfied.

Soon, dinner turned into a drinking session.

The more they drank, the more competitive they became—neither willing to admit defeat.

After finishing the first bottle, Yan Jin fetched a bottle of champagne.

“Damn… White Diamond Rose…”

Yang Ming’s eyes lit up as he took it. “We can drink this too?”

“I want some too,” Li Cheng said, sliding his glass forward. “Fill it up.”

He really liked the taste—sweet and fragrant.

But the alcohol content was higher than he expected.

After a few glasses, his eyes began to narrow. Did my tolerance get worse?

[It’s the aftereffect of this particular wine, Fox Host. Stop drinking—any more and it could get dangerous.]

Li Cheng frowned. Dangerous? How?

[Humans are dangerous.]

Li Cheng: ?? What’s that supposed to mean?

[Anyway, I warned you. Drink less.]

But Li Cheng kept drinking. His head started to feel heavy.

He turned to Yan Jin. “Why aren’t you drinking?”

“I don’t like alcohol.”

“Then give me your glass.”

Li Cheng reached across and grabbed Yan Jin’s drink.

[Can’t drink, but still insists on drinking.]

Who are you talking about? Li Cheng asked in his mind.

[You, Fox Host. Can’t drink, but still won’t stop.]

Li Cheng: …………

After they’d both eaten and drunk their fill, Li Cheng and Yang Ming slumped lazily in their chairs.

Seeing the faint blush on Li Cheng’s face, Yang Ming snorted.

“Li Cheng, your alcohol tolerance sucks.”

[Ahhhh, don’t say that! Five hundred years ago, someone said the same thing—and the Fox Host drank with him until dawn!]

Li Cheng’s eyes narrowed as he shot Yang Ming a look. Then he stood, staggered toward the wine cabinet, and grabbed a bottle of whiskey.

His steps were unsteady as he stumbled back to the table and slammed the bottle down with a loud bang.

“Whoever passes out first has to call the other ‘Grandpa!’”

[There it is—still the same stubborn streak!]

Yang Ming looked at Yan Jin with a mix of excitement and hesitation.

“P-President Yan… can we drink this one too?”

Yan Jin snatched the whiskey from Li Cheng’s hand, his tone firm.

“No more drinking.”

Li Cheng’s mind was fuzzy. When he saw Yan Jin take the bottle away, a faint sense of grievance welled up in him.

“Give it back.”

He reached out to grab it.

But Yan Jin raised it out of reach.

“I said no more drinking.”

“Hmph.” Li Cheng shot a look at Yang Ming. “See? My wife won’t let me drink.”

(t/n: In Chinese slang, calling someone “Grandpa” during drinking competitions is a way to concede defeat, acknowledging the other person’s superiority. )