Possessive Madman Coaxes Him With a Hand on His Waist! The Cold-Hearted Host Starts to Feel Something - Chapter 46

It was a Weibo post—with a video attached.

Li Cheng was wearing a white V-neck luxury satin shirt, the sheen of the fabric lending him an effortless air of refined decadence. Around his neck hung a necklace with a ring-shaped pendant that glimmered faintly in the light.

But what drew every eye was still his face.

Delicate yet never effeminate, alluring but never overdone, Li Cheng’s beauty had that rare quality of charm that was both captivating and clean. His eyes alone could make a person’s heartbeat falter through the screen.

The Weibo video played in a continuous motion format, from the moment he struck a pose to the final frame.

In the clip, Li Cheng tilted his head ever so slightly and smiled toward the camera. Stars seemed to flicker in his gaze. At the end of the video, he lifted a single pink rose.

As the petals filled the frame, the overlay text appeared: the premiere date for Love Has Its Season—soft pink bubbles floating up around it, dreamy and romantic to the core.

When the rose moved aside, his face suddenly filled the camera in close-up. He signed his name on the screen, then ended with a playful wink.

Yan Xun had been holding the phone close. That teasing wink from across the screen nearly made him drop it.

His fingers trembled as he tightened his grip.

“Fuck!”

Of course he’s trying to seduce people!

He opened the comments section.

@ChengChengYakult: Baby Cheng, Mommy loves you! You finally posted! Have fun on the show, okay?

@ChengChengIsNotAFoxSpirit: Aaaa I’m dead! You’re killing me! I LOVE today’s look! You’re like a little prince—help, my blood bar’s empty! (t/n: “Blood bar” is gamer slang meaning “I’m dying of excitement.”)

@ErShan’sDogEgg: Didn’t he just go public with that heir from Tianye Group a while ago? Why’s he suddenly joining a dating show? With Tianye backing him, what’s he even doing in showbiz? Don’t tell me he got dumped by his sugar daddy?

@NoNameUntilILose20lbs: Brother, stop faking relationships for PR. Just film your drama quietly after this show.

@BurntRabbit: Guys, chill—it’s just for fun. His studio probably accepted the show to prove he’s single. Anyway, I’m only watching for Cheng’s parts!

Yan Xun’s brows furrowed as he skimmed through the top comments. When he saw the line “dumped by his sugar daddy,” his expression darkened. He immediately clicked “Report.”

Reason: False information.

He even selected real-name report.

Then he replayed the video—once, twice, over and over—never once with a calm mind.

Every frame conjured flashes of memory: Li Cheng’s trembling legs, his soft waist, his flushed eyes that seemed to melt under his touch.

How he’d bite his own hand when it hurt too much. Those hazy, dazed eyes, so beautiful they made him ache.

And when he wasn’t biting down, he’d scratch at Yan Xun’s back, desperate and unguarded.

That dazed, messy version of Li Cheng was even more heartbreakingly tender than his usual self.

Realizing what he was thinking, Yan Xun snapped upright, furious with himself.

“What the hell am I thinking?!”

He tossed the phone onto the sofa and rubbed his temples, exhaustion weighing on his features.

At that moment, the TV in the living room resumed playing—it was the Love Has Its Season prelude episode.

The prelude was pre-recorded, featuring interview-style introductions and questions for each guest.

“So, when it comes to your ideal type, what kind of person do you like, Li Cheng?” The host and Li Cheng sat at an angle toward the camera.

Yan Xun wasn’t paying attention at first. But the moment that familiar, soft voice drifted through the speakers, his head snapped up.

On screen, Li Cheng sat with angelic composure, wearing a branded beret that made him look impossibly gentle—nothing like someone who could knock a man out with one punch.

“And what kind of type do you like?” the host asked again.

Yan Xun’s lips curved in a faint, cynical smile. In his mind, he answered for him: Of course, someone like Yan Jin—gentle, thoughtful, attentive, perfect in every way.

Then Li Cheng’s voice came, light and warm. “Someone gentle. I like gentle people.”

Yan Xun picked up the remote, about to change the channel.

Then Li Cheng added, with a small, mischievous smile, “But I also like disobedient brats.”

Yan Xun’s hand froze. His gaze darted back to the screen.

Disobedient brats?

Was he talking about… him?

Even the host looked thrown off, laughing awkwardly. “That’s a new one! Could you explain that a bit more? What kind of ‘brat’ do you mean?”

“You mean someone younger? You like taking care of people?” the host teased.

Li Cheng’s lips curved faintly. “A brat who likes to talk back—but is actually very cute.”

He paused, then added softly, “Someone who acts tough but still cares about people.”

Another pause. “And if he can cook, that’s even better.”

Yan Xun set the remote down. A slow smile tugged at his lips.

By the end of the interview, the host handed Li Cheng a white board and a tablet showing short clips of the other guests.

“This is the 99-Second Heartbeat Challenge. After watching, you’ll write down the name of the person you think could make your heart flutter.”

Li Cheng smiled faintly. “Okay.”

Because the footage was edited, every tiny expression was highlighted. When Li Cheng’s lips quirked at one of the male actors’ clips, the editors zoomed in and overlaid sparkly pink bubbles.

Yan Xun’s jaw tightened.

They even added slow-motion effects? Seriously?

If it weren’t for Li Cheng, he’d have changed the channel already.

Then he froze.

Wait—does that mean I’m only watching because of him?

“Shit.”

He let out a short, incredulous laugh. Still, he kept watching—just to see whose name Li Cheng would write.

When the videos ended, Li Cheng picked up a marker and wrote something on the board.

“All done.”

“Let’s show the camera!” the host said cheerfully.

Li Cheng turned the board around.

On it, there was just one word—

“Xun.”

(t/n: “Xun” is the given name of Yan Xun, the man Li Cheng used to be involved with.)