Possessive Madman Coaxes Him With a Hand on His Waist! The Cold-Hearted Host Starts to Feel Something - Chapter 5

Li Cheng turned his head—and saw Yan Jin in a full suit.

The indigo suit made him look more mature and composed than before, and there was a gentle warmth in his gaze.

Paired with a pair of thin gold-framed glasses, he looked far more refined and elegant than when Li Cheng had last seen him.

His facial features were sharp and well-defined.

When he wore glasses, it didn’t give off the vibe of a pretentious academic—it was more like the quiet confidence of a highly educated, high-achieving scholar.

Tsk. Li Cheng cursed inwardly. This man is hitting every single one of my weak spots.

Yan Jin finished his phone call and walked toward him.

Then he turned to the woman who had just stopped Li Cheng and said, “He’s my friend.”

“Oh!” The woman’s smile immediately brightened. “So he’s a friend of President Yan! My apologies for the misunderstanding.”

Hearing that, Li Cheng couldn’t help scoffing inwardly. They’ve already made their relationship public, and now he’s acting all proper and bashful?

Li Cheng’s hand casually landed on Yan Jin’s shoulder. He felt the man flinch under his touch.

Then, turning to the woman, Li Cheng said with a lazy smile, “Not a friend.”

He paused, then added teasingly, “He’s my boyfriend.”

You dare post about us online but can’t admit it in person? Fine—let’s see you socially implode right here, right now.

The woman froze for two seconds, utterly stunned. Then her eyes widened in disbelief.

“You’re Li Cheng?” Her hand trembled. “You’re Li Cheng! Oh my god, you’re Li Cheng!”

Teetering on her heels, she took an excited step closer. “Ahhh, Li Cheng! I’m your fan! I’ve seen all your shows—I never thought I’d meet you in person!”

“I—I really like you! C-could you sign something for me?”

Her voice quivered, the excitement turning her words into stutters.

She fumbled through her pocket, pulling out a marker with cartoon prints on it, then dug through her bag for her phone.

“Could you sign my phone case? I’ll never change it for the rest of my life!”

“Please?”

Before Li Cheng could respond, Yan Jin frowned and stepped forward, blocking the woman’s path.

His voice was low and firm, edged with irritation. “You’ve seen plenty of celebrities around here, haven’t you? Where’s your professional decorum?”

His cold, composed face darkened, the look in his eyes sharp enough to cut. It was enough to make the woman flinch.

The truth was, she had seen plenty of stars—but not him.

Li Cheng was her ultimate favorite. Losing control like this was almost inevitable.

Still, realizing she’d gone overboard, she quickly bowed her head. “I’m so sorry, I got too excited. That was rude of me.”

Straightening her posture, she took a few steps back, regaining her composure.

Li Cheng smiled at her and reached for the pen. “It’s fine. I’ll sign it for you.”

Her eyes lit up instantly.

She hurriedly handed him her phone, almost shaking. “Thank you, thank you!”

Li Cheng signed his name with a few smooth strokes—and added a tiny heart at the end before returning the phone and pen.

“No—thank you for liking me.”

His voice was warm and smooth, and the woman pressed her lips together, smiling so hard she looked ready to melt.

Li Cheng glanced over at Yan Jin, who looked like he was growing impatient. With a lazy stretch, he followed him inside.

The woman stood there, watching their retreating figures, stomping her foot in despair.

He really does have a boyfriend… they look so good together, damn it…

Walking behind Yan Jin, hands in his pockets, Li Cheng looked every bit the picture of a scoundrel.

After about ten minutes, they arrived at Room A607.

The lights inside were off. It looked like Yan Jin had just come home himself.

Li Cheng strolled in behind him, completely at ease.

It made sense for a rich young master to live alone, but… not even a housekeeper?

The moment they entered, the lights flicked on automatically. The curtains opened by themselves too.

The sudden brightness made him squint.

The house’s interior was oddly inconsistent—somewhere between minimalist and extravagant, as if halfway through decorating, someone else had taken over.

A clean, modern sofa sat under an over-the-top futuristic chandelier.

On one side stood a glass cabinet filled with limited-edition figurines; on the other, a neatly arranged collection of watches and ties.

It looked like two completely different people lived there.

Li Cheng frowned, walked over to the sofa, and sat down with a casual sprawl, crossing one leg over the other.

“All right. I want a reasonable explanation.”

Yan Jin poured him a glass of warm water.

Then he took off his suit jacket and hung it up neatly.

Li Cheng’s eyes flicked up in surprise. What’s with this kid? We’re talking—why is he undressing?

He took a sip of the water, then set the glass down hard enough for droplets to spill out.

“I said, explain yourself clearly.”

Yan Jin sat across from him, loosening his tie with long, slender fingers.

When his fingertips brushed against his collarbone, his earlier calm and restraint shifted into something dangerously alluring.

Li Cheng glanced over, narrowing his eyes. Is he trying to seduce me?

【Fox Host, he doesn’t seem interested in you. But if you’re interested in him, I can extend your time in this world. You could… fall in love if you want. I’ll go easy on you this round.*】

Li Cheng shot back instantly: Not interested.

【You sure? You just swallowed hard.】

You swallowed, Li Cheng snapped. You panting thing.

He hesitated. Besides, I don’t like guys taller than me. It’s embarrassing when we—

【With abs like that… are you sure you’d be on top?】

Shut up!

While Li Cheng was busy mentally strangling the system, Yan Jin spoke again.

“Help me with something. I’ll pay you three million. It’s worth your while.”

Li Cheng blinked. Did he just say three million?

【He did, Fox Host. Three million.】

How much do I have right now?

【Counting your unpaid endorsements… seventy thousand.】

Li Cheng eyed him warily. “What do you want me to do, exactly? Fake relationship?”

Yan Jin took a bank card from his pocket, set it on the table, and slid it toward him with a finger.

“My family wants me to get married. I’ve admitted I like men. They’ll ease up as long as I take over the company properly. This is what I want.”

Wow, Li Cheng thought. He’s really pitching it like a business deal.

“You could pick anyone,” he said coolly. “Why me?”

Yan Jin’s tone was calm, cunning—like a fox disguised as a gentleman. “You’re a celebrity. You have influence. And you’ve already dragged me into your mess once. Admitting to being with you makes it more convincing, doesn’t it?”

He chuckled lightly, but there was confidence in his eyes—like he already knew he’d win.

Li Cheng smirked. “You think I’m that cheap? You can’t just buy me with three million.”

Yan Jin met his gaze, eyes like still water. “You’re homeless now. Having me backing you financially is in your best interest.”

Li Cheng snorted. “You really don’t think much of me, do you?”

“Six million.”

“Hmph.”

“Ten million.”

“Tch.”

“Eleven.”

“Tsk.”

“Thirty million.”

Li Cheng whipped out his phone, opened the transfer app, and held it out. “WeChat or Alipay?”

Yan Jin’s smile didn’t quite reach his eyes as he pushed the card toward him again. “There’s ten million in that card. The rest will be paid within a year.”

Li Cheng picked it up. “What’s the password?”

“My birthday.” Yan Jin stood up, walking toward the stairs. “There are three guest rooms here. The cleaners come daily. Sleep wherever you want.”

Li Cheng watched him ascend the stairs—broad shoulders, straight waist, long legs—every feature a direct hit to his personal taste.

Once Yan Jin disappeared upstairs, Li Cheng twirled the card in his fingers. “And when exactly is his birthday?”

【June ninth.】

Li Cheng’s lips curled into a grin—then his stomach growled loudly.

He looked over at the table, where a plate of fresh sashimi sat next to an elegant little box that looked like it held desserts.

Well, since we’re partners now… eating a bit of his food should be fine, right?

Li Cheng wasn’t picky. He opened the box.

Inside were small, round black candies—half-soft, half-hard.

He popped one into his mouth. It wasn’t sweet—slightly bitter, actually. Just the way he liked it.

He ate the whole box, then half a bunch of grapes.

But soon, something felt wrong.

Sweat formed on his forehead. His head began to spin.

Startled, he clutched the table and pointed weakly at the candies. “These… these are poisonous!”

His hand trembled. His eyes reddened.

The system’s panicked voice rang in his head:

【Fox Host, what’s wrong?! What did you just eat?!】

【Analyzing food content…】

【Ding! Result: high-purity chocolate.】

The system gasped. 【AAAAAHHH!! Fox Host, you ate chocolate! You can’t eat chocolate!】

【You’re a canine type! You’ll die!】

Li Cheng: ?????!!!

(t/n: In this story’s world, Li Cheng’s spiritual form is part fox, part canine. Like dogs, he’s biologically incompatible with chocolate.)