Possessive Madman Coaxes Him With a Hand on His Waist! The Cold-Hearted Host Starts to Feel Something - Chapter 44

“Aren’t you going to regret it?” Yang Ming pressed, unwilling to drop the subject.

“Why would I?” Li Cheng’s lips curved faintly.

“He’s the one who doesn’t want me—not the other way around.”

His tone was light, almost detached.

Yang Ming’s mouth dropped open in disbelief. “Wait, what did you just say?! I thought you were the one who dumped him! What the hell—he’s the one who broke it off?! Damn it! What a jerk!”

Li Cheng couldn’t help but laugh. In that moment, he finally understood why the original host had liked Yang Ming so much. The guy really was a walking ball of sunshine.

Yang Ming suddenly slung an arm around Li Cheng’s shoulders.

“Then screw him! Break up and let him regret it! When he comes crawling back, you ignore him, got it? What a piece of trash! Ugh!”

“Yeah.” Li Cheng’s lips quirked as he nodded. “Let him regret it.”

Yang Ming’s expression shifted as something occurred to him. “Oh! This morning, when I went to the bathroom, I saw him in the kitchen before dawn, making porridge. I thought it was for you! I figured you two had made up! But now that I know the truth—ugh, I’m furious!”

Porridge…

Li Cheng’s eyes flickered slightly. He’d assumed Yan Xun had just bought it from somewhere.

So he’d actually made it himself.

Feeling a dull ache all over, Li Cheng descended the stairs slowly, one hand gripping the railing for support.

Once downstairs, he glanced toward the kitchen and said to Yang Ming, “Since the porridge’s already made, let’s eat breakfast before we leave.”

“Huh?” Yang Ming looked toward the kitchen, then suddenly smirked. “Good idea! And while we’re at it, let’s grab that bottle of Black Gold White Horse from his wine rack! That’ll piss him off!”

Li Cheng nodded seriously. “Yeah. And we’ll finish that French diamond whiskey too. Oh, and pack up those two bottles of his most expensive red wine while you’re at it.”

Yang Ming’s eyes lit up like stars, but after two seconds he hesitated. “Uh… Li Cheng, are we gonna get sued for this…?”

Li Cheng’s gaze turned haughty, his voice confident. “Don’t worry. I’ve got you covered.”

With that, he headed into the kitchen. The porridge in the pot was still warm. He hadn’t touched the bowl Yan Xun brought upstairs, but he hadn’t eaten dinner the night before, and now hunger gnawed at him.

He boiled a few eggs to go with the porridge.

It turned out to be delicious. Between the two of them, they finished the entire pot of fresh meat congee.

Li Cheng came to one conclusion—culinary skill, apparently, could transcend personalities. Even this version of Yan Xun could cook well.

After eating, Li Cheng seemed to recall something. He took out pen and paper and began to write.

Yan Xun:

I never once thought of using your feelings, nor can I bring myself to see you and Yan Jin as two separate people.

What I was willing to do for him, I can also do for you.

What I wanted to share with him, I’d be willing to share with you too.

I never wanted to hurt you.

Since you don’t like me, I won’t bother you again.

It was a message that carried more calculation than it seemed.

He didn’t sign his name. Instead, at the bottom, he added one last line:

The porridge was really good. If you made it especially for me, thank you.

When he finished, Li Cheng set the note on the table and pressed it down with a clear glass.

Yang Ming caught sight of it and immediately grew indignant. “Li Cheng! After everything he’s done, you’re still being nice to him? You’re even apologizing?! Why?! Just because he wronged you doesn’t mean you have to wrong yourself! Why apologize to him of all people?!”

Yang Ming’s face was full of righteous anger.

Li Cheng smiled faintly. “With some people, sometimes taking a step back is the best way forward.”
(t/n: “Taking a step back to move forward” is a Chinese idiom meaning to strategically yield in order to gain the upper hand later.)

Yang Ming didn’t really get what he meant.

But when he looked again at the words on that note, he could read something between the lines. He pouted and muttered, “You still like him, Li Cheng.”