Possessive Madman Coaxes Him With a Hand on His Waist! The Cold-Hearted Host Starts to Feel Something - Chapter 3

Chapter 3: The Fox Host’s Revenge Goes Viral

Li Cheng looked at the man lying on the floor, then at Xu Han.

He roughly dragged the two men together and said to the system, “Start recording. Cut out any footage with me in it.”

【Got it, Fox Host. Easy task.】

When the camera display lit up, Li Cheng smiled with obvious mischief.

A faint orange ring of light spun in his palm—visible only to divine sight.

Li Cheng stripped both men bare, threw them onto the bed, and positioned them in all sorts of compromising poses, adjusting the angles one after another.

Neither man had the strength to resist; they were like puppets, unable even to cry out.

Once satisfied, Li Cheng turned off the recording, pulled out his phone, and took a dozen photos.

Xu Han finally realized what he intended to do.

He struggled desperately against the data cable binding his wrists, but it wouldn’t come loose.

In the end, he could only beg.

Xu Han’s face flushed crimson. “Li Cheng, what are you trying to do?”

If those photos leaked, no one would believe they hadn’t actually done something indecent.

Li Cheng twirled his phone lazily between his fingers, voice light and unhurried. “You’ve got three options.”

He looked down at Xu Han, eyes calm and sharp.

“Option one: leave the entertainment industry on your own, cleanly and quietly.”

“Option two: blow up online first, get blacklisted by every network, lose all your fans one by one, and then get forced out of the industry.”

Li Cheng’s gaze bored into him.

“Option three: become my…”

He hesitated, then asked the system in his mind, What’s the word for someone who follows my every command?

【Fox Host, that would be a dog.】

“Option three: become my dog.”

Xu Han stared in disbelief. He’d thought Li Cheng would at least tell him to stay away from Chen Qiu.

Wasn’t Li Cheng supposed to live for Chen Qiu?

Then why did it seem like he didn’t care about him anymore? Why wasn’t he even bringing him up?

“I’ll do whatever you say,” Xu Han said finally, seizing on the chance. “But give me those photos.”

Clearly, he planned to play along until he could turn things around later. Li Cheng loved Chen Qiu—if Chen wanted those photos, Li Cheng would hand them over.

“You’ll get them before you die, but not now,” Li Cheng said lazily.

Then, leaning closer, he asked, “Do you know what the first thing you should do right now is?”

“Hmph.” Xu Han clenched his fists, certain Li Cheng wanted him to leave Chen Qiu. “Chen doesn’t love you. Why keep clinging to him? I’ll agree to anything else, but I’ll never leave him.”

Just hearing that name made Li Cheng nauseous. “Who said anything about leaving him? You two are perfect together, a match made in heaven. I wouldn’t dream of splitting you up.”

His tone was almost teasing.

“Post on Weibo admitting you’re the homewrecker.”

Xu Han’s eyes widened. “Li Cheng! Have you no shame? You were the third wheel, and now you’re framing me?”

“Mm.” Li Cheng flipped through his phone and showed him a few photos. “You tell me—which is worse, admitting you’re the homewrecker or having these leaked?”

Xu Han’s breath came heavy and shallow. He had no words left.

Li Cheng released the bindings from both men’s wrists, rubbed his own, then picked up the camera and headed for the door.

“I expect to see that post within two hours—and tag me with an apology.”

Just before the door shut, Li Cheng tilted his head slightly. “Well then, until next time.”

After he left, Xu Han glared at the man still writhing in pain on the bed and kicked him hard.

“Damn it! You call yourself a fighter? Give me my money back!”

———

By the time Li Cheng reached the hotel lobby, his phone was buzzing nonstop.

He glanced down at the screen: Wang Qi – Agent.

He answered.

On the other end, Wang Qi’s voice boomed so loudly it could’ve blown out his eardrums.

“Li Cheng, check the trending list right now! You’re on it again! Can’t you discuss these stunts with me first? Do you think the entertainment industry belongs to you?”

Li Cheng frowned. Trending again?

So Xu Han had acted fast—he must’ve already posted.

Feigning confusion, Li Cheng asked, “Trending for what?”

“Yan Jin just confirmed your relationship! Damn, kid, I thought you were joking, but you actually snagged a prince from the Beijing elite! Impressive!”

Wang Qi’s tone wasn’t scolding anymore; there was even a hint of glee.

Li Cheng blinked in disbelief. Xu Han admitting he was the homewrecker? No—Yan Jin confirming a relationship?

What kind of nonsense was that?

“Get back here right now and explain. The internet’s in chaos! Yan Jin personally verified it, and the company’s losing its mind!” Wang Qi practically shouted.

“I’m coming,” Li Cheng replied, hanging up.

Curious, he opened Weibo and checked the trending tags.

#YanJinConfirmsRelationshipWithLiCheng
#YanJinLiChengSecretLove
#LiChengRidesHypeWave
#LiChengSugarBabyRumors
#XuHanAdmitsAffair

He clicked on the top trending post—a photo Yan Jin himself had uploaded.

It showed the two of them at an investment gala, brushing past each other.

Back when the original host had claimed to like Yan Jin, fans had used that same photo to “ship” them.

Neither was even looking at the other, but the composition somehow made it seem perfectly harmonious.

The background glittered with starlike lights—dreamy, romantic.

The caption was a single word: “Mm.”

What did Yan Jin mean by that?

Revenge?

Or… was he actually confirming it?

Li Cheng pressed his lips together. Great—he’d suddenly gained a boyfriend out of nowhere.

【Fox Host, maybe he’s into you.】

Li Cheng: How should I know? I’m a Fox God, not some seductive spirit!

The trending tags were clearly new. He turned back toward the hotel and went straight to Room 812.

This time, he knocked first. The door opened quickly—to reveal a cleaning lady.

She smiled kindly. “Sir, the guest from this room just checked out.”

Li Cheng’s lips pressed into a tight line.

Then he caught himself and politely said, “Thank you.”

He went downstairs and called a cab to his agency.

The moment he stepped inside, he could feel the way everyone’s eyes darted away from him.

He headed up to the conference room, pushed open the glass door, and found Wang Qi waiting.

“What’s with you? Ten trending topics in one day!” Wang Qi scolded, standing up as soon as he entered.

Li Cheng, utterly unfazed, sprawled on the couch, poured himself some water, and replied leisurely,

“Xu Han really was the homewrecker. His apology’s justified. As for Yan Jin… he’s probably just mad I falsely paired us up last time. This is payback.”

“You mean you’re not actually together?” Wang Qi’s eyes widened.

Li Cheng waved a hand. “Fake. Have the studio issue a clarification.”

“Fake?” Wang Qi’s eyes gleamed with calculation.

“Fake.” Li Cheng repeated, flatly.

Wang Qi smirked. “Then don’t rush to clarify. The buzz is good for business—especially when it’s with Yan Jin. The man’s not even in the industry, but everything he touches goes viral. Might as well ride the wave.”

Ever the businessman, Wang Qi patted Li Cheng’s shoulder. “Take two days off. I’ll handle the rest.”

Li Cheng agreed, then stood and left the building.

By the time he stepped outside, the sky had already darkened. He headed toward what he remembered as home.

Bojin Wanjue—a luxury residential complex favored by celebrities.

He took the elevator up to the ninth floor, apartment 901, and pressed his fingerprint against the lock.

The scanner flashed red: Access denied.

“Damn it!”

He tried all ten fingers before realization struck.

This place belonged to Chen Qiu.

Took his man, now his house too.

Perfect. Homeless from tonight on.