Possessive Madman Coaxes Him With a Hand on His Waist! The Cold-Hearted Host Starts to Feel Something - Chapter 30

“We foxes always listen to our wives…”

As he spoke, Li Cheng threw himself at Yan Jin, rubbing against him like a spoiled cub.

Yan Jin couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at the corner of his lips.

Meanwhile, A-Keng was completely flustered.

【Damn… he’s totally drunk…】
【What do we do now…】
【I-I-I… I’m going into sleep mode!】

Looking at the flushed young man in his arms, Yan Jin’s brows drew together. Without another word, he scooped Li Cheng up in his arms.

He turned slightly toward Yang Ming and said coolly, “Wash the dishes.”

Yang Ming grinned. After all, he’d just drunk tens of thousands’ worth of Yan Jin’s wine; he didn’t mind doing a little favor.

“Sure thing, President Yan! Washing dishes is what I do best.”

Yan Jin carried Li Cheng into the bedroom and laid him gently on the bed. He took a damp towel and wiped him down.

Li Cheng was awake, but his eyes stayed shut.

Two minutes later, Yan Jin went downstairs, brewed a bowl of hangover soup, and brought it back up—only to find that Li Cheng had somehow rolled onto the floor.

Yan Jin sighed softly and helped him up.

“Why are you sleeping on the floor?”

Li Cheng cracked his eyes open a little. “It’s cool down there… and… I fell off…”

Yan Jin picked him up again. “Does it hurt?”

“Yeah. My head’s all dizzy… I can see… a bunch of Yans Jins…”

Yan Jin chuckled and rubbed his head.

The hangover soup clearly wasn’t working.

Li Cheng squinted up at him in a daze. “Yan Jin… be my wife…”

Yan Jin froze for half a second, his gaze lingering on Li Cheng’s flushed face as if he could never look enough.

“Who taught you to say that, hmm?” His tone was amused—but beneath that amusement was unmistakable joy.

“You already are my wife…”

As soon as those words left his mouth, Li Cheng suddenly remembered—he was the wife.

He snapped to awareness for a few seconds, then used all his strength to shove Yan Jin away and bolted toward the door.

Yan Jin’s voice followed him, soft and teasing, “Little fox…”

“Don’t call me that—”

“Your ears are showing again.”

Startled, Li Cheng reached up and touched his head—his fox ears really had popped out again.

Just then, footsteps echoed from the stairwell.

Yang Ming was coming up.

Hearing the sound, Li Cheng turned his head toward the staircase and saw him.

Even in his drunken haze, he still remembered who he was.

No one could see his ears.
No one could know his identity.

So he turned back into the room in a panic.

As Yang Ming reached the landing, Yan Jin caught the returning Li Cheng, spun around, and shielded him completely behind his back.

From Yang Ming’s perspective, all he saw was—

Yan Jin standing with his back to him, holding Li Cheng tightly in his arms.

The scene looked tender and intimate, almost like a painting.

“Mrrp…” Li Cheng made a strange little sound, half animal, half childlike.

Yan Jin’s hand steadied his waist while the other gently stroked his head.

“Don’t be scared. He can’t see you.”

Yang Ming scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Uh, President Yan, sorry to interrupt. I just wanted to ask… where am I supposed to sleep?”

“There’s a guest room on the first floor. Door’s open—it’s past the game room entrance.” Yan Jin’s tone was calm and cool as ever.

“Got it, got it…” Yang Ming glanced at Li Cheng again, wanted to say something, but thought better of it.

He was afraid Yan Jin might actually kill him.

After Yang Ming left, Yan Jin kept stroking Li Cheng’s head.

“Little fox.”

“I’ve saved you twice today.”

He looked down at the dazed little creature in his arms the way a shrewd businessman might look at a project he had already decided to invest in—calculating, deliberate, but with unmistakable desire.

“So…”

“It wouldn’t be too much if I asked for a little reward, would it?”

Li Cheng lifted his head slightly, meeting Yan Jin’s eyes—eyes that burned with something intoxicating.

He chuckled faintly and reached up to touch Yan Jin’s nose. “Yan Jin… you’re drunk…”

Yan Jin caught his hand, his voice low and steady. “Mm.”

But he wasn’t drunk.

After a pause, Li Cheng felt warmth spread across his face as Yan Jin’s hand brushed his cheek.

“I want to kiss you. Can I?”

Li Cheng tilted his head, thinking hard for a long moment, then opened and closed his eyes slowly.

“…O…kay.”