Possessive Madman Coaxes Him With a Hand on His Waist! The Cold-Hearted Host Starts to Feel Something - Chapter 34

“It’s just a role, right? No big deal. Your husband will get it back for you.”

Yan Jin’s tone was serious after a brief pause.

Li Cheng pinched his cheek. “Then you can be the fox instead!”

Yan Jin chuckled softly, his dark eyes glinting with cunning. “I think I’m more suited to raising a fox than being one.”

Just then, the villa’s doorbell rang—ding-dong, ding-dong…

They immediately stepped apart. Yan Jin always lived alone, so this sudden visit was unexpected.

“It can’t be one of your family, right…” Li Cheng murmured.

After a two-second pause, Yan Jin replied dryly, “You just made a decision that probably has your ancestors rolling in their graves.”

Yan Jin snorted with laughter. “Relax. Your husband can handle anything.”

He stood up and went to open the door while Li Cheng tilted her head from the sofa, keeping her eyes on the entryway.

But the moment the door swung open, Li Cheng’s expression darkened with impatience.

That scumbag Chen Qiu was here again!

Yan Jin’s eyes narrowed in warning when he saw who it was. Then he slammed the door shut. “Get lost!”

Before the door could close completely, Chen Qiu caught a glimpse of Li Cheng inside. He shoved his way in and hurried straight toward her.

Yan Jin followed with a dangerous look. “Chen Qiu, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Chen Qiu didn’t answer him. His gaze locked on Li Cheng, his face strained and pale. “Li Cheng…”

Hearing that, Li Cheng felt uneasy. What was with that tone? That look? Why did he seem like he’d come here to apologize?

[Fox Host, this idiot Chen Qiu has finally realized he mistook his first love.]

Li Cheng blinked. What do you mean? What’s going on now?

[Back when Chen Qiu studied abroad, he used to get dragged into bar fights because of his father’s debts. The original host—disguised as a woman—saved him once.
Because of a business card that fell afterward, the idiot mistook someone named Xu Han for his savior.
Later, by coincidence, he met the original host back home and thought her back looked familiar to his “first love,” so he started dating her.
Judging by his state now, he’s finally realized the original host was the real one who saved him.]

Li Cheng almost laughed. This level of melodrama could be a full-blown TV series.

Yan Jin grabbed Chen Qiu by the arm, dragging him toward the door. Chen Qiu looked pale and desperate.

He turned pleadingly to Yan Jin. “Mr. Yan, I’m not here to cause trouble. I just want to talk to Li Cheng for a moment.”

Li Cheng gave Yan Jin a look that told him to let go, and he reluctantly did.

Chen Qiu fumbled in his pocket, trembling as he pulled out a photo. He held it out to Li Cheng, voice shaking. “The person in this photo—it’s you, isn’t it?”

Li Cheng glanced down. It was a picture of the original host, dressed as a woman with long flowing hair and delicate features.

Her face had since been subtly altered, but it was still clearly her. “Yeah, that’s me. So what?”

Chen Qiu’s knuckles whitened as he clenched the photo. “It really was you.”

“I found this in the little box in your bedroom. Why didn’t you tell me it was you back in the States?”

He suddenly grabbed her hand, eyes frantic. “Come back with me, please. I’ve already broken up with Xu Han. I was blind before—blind to what kind of person he really was!”

His tone was full of agitation, but the look in his eyes held unmistakable regret.

“I’ll make it up to you. Let’s start over, okay?”

Li Cheng yanked her hand free, narrowing her eyes slightly before asking Ah Keng in her mind:

When does he usually realize the original host was his true first love?

[Normally? Right before he dies. After that, he visits her grave once, falls asleep against the tombstone, and never wakes up again.]

Li Cheng sighed softly. What a cruel twist. So what did he really love?

[Probably the light that once saved him—a light he thought he could never replace.]

Did the original host have any unfulfilled wish regarding Chen Qiu?

[To make him regret it for the rest of his life.]

[Based on current progress, mission completion rate: 60%.]

Li Cheng stood, glancing at Yan Jin. His face didn’t look good. She immediately stepped to his side and whispered, only loud enough for him to hear, “You’re the only boyfriend I have.”

A slow, charming smile curved on Yan Jin’s lips. “Mm.”

“I mean it,” she added firmly. “From beginning to end, you’re the only one.”

Yan Jin rubbed her head, his voice soft and indulgent. “I know.”

Li Cheng then turned her gaze back to Chen Qiu. Her eyes, once filled with irritation, now carried a hint of sharp, cold light—though he was at least a bit more tolerable to look at now.

“Chen Qiu, we already broke up. You were the one who said not to keep dragging this out.”

“I don’t want anything more to do with you. I’m not in the mood to hit you today, so do us both a favor and leave.”

Her tone was ice-cold and cutting.

In the kitchen, Yang Ming—who’d been sneaking bites of food—finally came out. “Yo, President Chen’s got a new personality today? Disgusting.”

His mockery didn’t even faze Chen Qiu. His mind was still entirely on Li Cheng.

He clenched his fists, his voice shaking slightly. “I know you’re just angry. Come back with me, please. Give me another chance. I’ll make up for everything I did wrong.”

Li Cheng’s fingers tightened into a fist before she released it again. “I don’t want to repeat myself. Get out.”

Chen Qiu took her anger as proof she still cared. He convinced himself that as long as he sincerely repented, she’d eventually forgive him.

“I won’t give up,” he vowed, “I’ll make you take me back!”

Li Cheng sighed, too tired to even respond.

Yan Jin stepped forward, eyes dark with fury as he positioned himself between them. “Are you deaf? She told you to get lost.”

Yang Ming glared at Chen Qiu too, face full of disdain.

Seeing the hostility, Chen Qiu didn’t dare stay longer. He didn’t want to push Li Cheng any further away.

As he stepped toward the door, he hesitated, glancing back. His words were still directed at her.

“The code to the Bojin Mansion is your birthday. Move back whenever you want.”

When he finally left, Li Cheng rubbed her temples. The whole situation couldn’t have been more melodramatic.

The so-called stand-in for the first love had turned out to be the first love herself…

Warm fingers brushed over her hair—Yan Jin’s hand again.

Yang Ming, misreading Li Cheng’s expression as sadness, quickly pulled her toward the dining table.

“There’s nothing to talk about with that guy. I told you long ago Chen Qiu’s no good. Don’t let trash like him ruin your mood, Brother Li Cheng. Come on, let’s eat.”

The tension in the air dissolved, replaced by a faintly absurd harmony.

———

That night.

Li Cheng’s leg rested on Yan Jin’s shoulder, her brows knitting tighter and tighter.

“You didn’t… use protection last night, did you?”

“Sorry,” Yan Jin admitted, wincing slightly. “There wasn’t any at home.”

Li Cheng’s foot shoved at his shoulder. “Go to sleep!”