Possessive Madman Coaxes Him With a Hand on His Waist! The Cold-Hearted Host Starts to Feel Something - Chapter 48

Yan Xun’s hand clenched tightly, his face dark with hostility.

“Courting death!”

In that instant, a sudden realization struck him—he hated seeing anyone else touch Li Cheng.

Just like right now—he wanted to chop Chen Qiu’s hand off.

His mind was in chaos, but his body moved first. Without hesitation, Yan Xun strode out of the villa.

The filming site was about an hour’s drive from here, but Yan Xun didn’t think twice before starting the car.

On the phone screen, the live video still showed Chen Qiu’s hands roaming over Li Cheng.

“Damn it!” Yan Xun slammed his palm against the steering wheel, irritation clawing at his chest.

Something about his emotions and behavior felt completely off. Gritting his teeth, he floored the accelerator. “Why the hell do I even care!”

A second later, he gave himself a perfectly reasonable explanation.

It was simple—

Anything he had touched, no one else was allowed to touch.

Since he had slept with Li Cheng, that meant Li Cheng belonged to him. And only to him.

Inside the room, Li Cheng shoved Chen Qiu away, his eyes sharp and filled with hostility. “Chen Qiu, are you looking to get beaten up?”

Chen Qiu’s gaze softened, a faint plea flickering there. “Cheng Cheng, can we start over? I really know I was wrong.”

Li Cheng was momentarily dazed by Chen Qiu’s sudden appearance. In his consciousness, he asked A-Keng, Why is Chen Qiu here?

[Fox Host, this show was actually funded by Chen Qiu. He originally planned to use it to boost Xu Han’s popularity. But now that he and Xu Han have broken up, and you’ve joined the show, he’s made himself a guest instead…]

[Most likely to win you back.]

Li Cheng’s face twisted into one of pure exasperation. Seriously? What a mess!

He took a step back until his back nearly touched the wall. “If you don’t want a beating, get lost!” His tone was ice-cold.

But ever since Chen Qiu realized who his real “white moonlight” was, he seemed to have become a completely different person.

He caught Li Cheng’s wrist. “Go ahead and hit me, Cheng Cheng. As long as it makes you happy, you can hit me however you want.”

Li Cheng muttered inwardly, What the hell—did he switch personalities overnight?

[Chen Qiu’s current admiration level for the Fox Host is 999+]

Li Cheng: What does that even mean?

[Roughly, if you bit him and cast a Heart-Sealing Spell right now, you could unlock four tails at once.]

Li Cheng: You’re out of your mind.

[Fox Host, our goal is to make Chen Qiu regret this for the rest of his life. The current situation is actually perfect—it’s pushing him closer to that point.]

Li Cheng raised an eyebrow. Block the cameras.

[Cameras blocked.]

After being pushed away, Chen Qiu approached again, tentatively catching Li Cheng’s arm. His tone dipped, thick and heavy.

“Cheng Cheng, please, give me another chance. I swear I’ll treat you right from now on.”

Li Cheng let out a sharp laugh, his face full of disdain. “Chen Qiu, you come here saying things like that—don’t you think it’s ridiculous?”

“Cheng Cheng…” Pain welled in Chen Qiu’s eyes. “It’s all my fault. Please, forgive me just this once. I really know I was wrong.”

Li Cheng shook off his hand. “Don’t call me that. You don’t deserve to.”

He stepped back. “Don’t touch me.”

Chen Qiu’s voice broke as he choked out, “No, Cheng Cheng… I love you. I only love you. I was stupid—please don’t treat me like this.”

“Let’s start over, okay? Forget everything that happened before, alright?” His eyes were bloodshot now, raw emotion spilling out.

But just as the words left his mouth, Li Cheng froze in shock—because Chen Qiu suddenly dropped to his knees.

Chen Qiu knelt on the floor, trembling fingers clutching the hem of Li Cheng’s shirt.

Li Cheng: Damn… that’s one hell of a gesture. What’s his regret level now?

[Currently 8,000. It just increased by 1,000. The goal is 10,000.]

“Don’t cry, Cheng Cheng… my heart hurts so much…”

“I really know I was wrong…”

Li Cheng: Now what do I do?

[You could run out of the room crying. The regret value increases as long as he feels heartache and remorse.]

A-Keng paused for a beat, then added: [Fox Host, Yan Xun is on his way—he’ll be there in about ten minutes.]

Yan Xun’s coming?

That was way too fast for him to get here from Green City Rose Garden…

It hasn’t even been half an hour since Chen Qiu arrived.

[He’s speeding.]

[This is good news, Fox Host! If Yan Xun came for you, this is your chance—seize it and win him over!]

Hearing that, Li Cheng shoved Chen Qiu aside, then quickly opened the door and ran out.

Chen Qiu, looking utterly devastated by his coldness, didn’t even have the strength to stand at first. After a few seconds, he finally pushed himself up, leaning against the doorframe, and stumbled after Li Cheng.

Once outside, Li Cheng ran all the way past the resort grounds and found a quiet spot by the sea, perching on a low reef where no one would notice him.

A soft sea breeze brushed against his hair, strands teasing his face—it felt strangely soothing.

Curled up like a small, pitiful figure, Li Cheng hugged his knees and sat there. The tide had soaked his shoes, so he kicked them off.

His pale, faintly flushed feet rested on the cold rock. When the wind blew harder, the chill seeped in.

Through the ultra-thin futuristic earpiece still in his ear, he suddenly heard Yan Xun’s voice—

“Where are you?”