Possessive Madman Coaxes Him With a Hand on His Waist! The Cold-Hearted Host Starts to Feel Something - Chapter 53

Sweat began to bead in Li Cheng’s palm as his thoughts tangled into chaos.

Just an hour? And a whole year has passed here?

【Yes, Fox Host. It’s already been a year.】
【You vanished from this plane for an entire year!】

Li Cheng looked around anxiously. “Where’s Yan Xun?”

【System repairs in progress. Unable to locate for now.】

Perfect timing to break down, Li Cheng cursed silently.

He raised his hand, twisting his fingers slightly. A faint glow formed around his fingertips as he began tracking the position of the fox-fang ring.

After a brief pause—he found it. Callh Bar.

To find Yan Xun faster, Li Cheng didn’t hesitate. He used divine power to transport himself directly to the bar’s entrance.

A wisp of red-tinged spirit mist appeared at the roadside and coalesced into his form outside the door.

Without delay, Li Cheng strode inside.

The dim, smoky atmosphere and low buzz of noise made his unease grow heavier.
All he could think of was finding Yan Xun—fast.

He followed the narrow passageway deeper inside, the signal of the ring growing stronger and stronger—until he finally stopped before the restroom.

The sight before him froze him in place.

Yan Xun was half-sitting, half-collapsed on the floor, clearly drunk.

But the ring wasn’t in his hand—it was in another man’s.

From the shadows, Li Cheng studied the stranger. Who is he?

【Fox Host, that’s Tianye Group’s patriarch’s… illegitimate son—Yan Shen.】

Li Cheng’s eyes narrowed. Yan Xun killed… Yan Shen?

【This plane’s temporal data has already gone off-track. The victim’s identity is uncertain.】
【A year ago, the old man brought Yan Shen back from overseas. He’s been clashing with Yan Jin ever since.】
【So yes… that’s possible.】

Li Cheng sighed inwardly, exasperated. Can’t leave him alone for a minute, huh? Drinking in a bar again…

Yan Shen turned the ring in his fingers, sneering down at the drunken man before him.

“Judging by how you’re clinging to this ring, it must’ve been from someone special, huh?”

Yan Xun slowly lifted his head, eyes dark as night. His voice came out low and dangerous. “Give it back.”

Yan Shen ignored him, his tone mocking. “I thought you didn’t care about anything. I’ve stolen your projects before, and you didn’t even flinch. But now, over a cheap ring, look at you—pathetic.”

Before he could finish, Yan Xun’s voice cracked like a whip. “I said give it back!”

He lunged forward, grabbed Yan Shen by the collar, and snarled, “Give it to me!”

The next second, his fist slammed into Yan Shen’s face. He yanked the man down and rained punches on him, one after another.

Yan Shen grunted, blood trickling from his mouth, but didn’t fight back. Instead, he laughed hoarsely. “If I end up in the hospital, what do you think Father will do, huh?”

His lip split under another hit, but he went on, “With that temper of yours, you really think he’ll trust you with Tianye Group?”

Li Cheng immediately understood—Yan Shen was provoking him on purpose.

【Correct, Fox Host. Yan Xun’s temper plays right into Yan Shen’s hands.】

Yan Shen smirked through the blood. “I heard your boyfriend’s been dead for over a year. This ring must be his, right?”

“Carrying around a dead man’s trinket—doesn’t that disgust you?”

“Ahhh!!”

Yan Xun snapped. The moment those words hit, something inside him broke. His punches turned brutal, uncontrolled.

“You bastard! Say that again if you dare!”

“Are you looking to die?!”

Yan Shen spat blood but chuckled. “Wrong? He is dead, isn’t he? Why else would you still wear that ring?”

Rage flooded every inch of Yan Xun’s face. He hauled Yan Shen up by the shirtfront and pinned him down again, straddling him, strength fueled by fury and liquor.

Yan Shen’s expression twisted with pain—but satisfaction flickered beneath it.

Li Cheng stepped forward. “Yan Xun.”

The name came out soft, yet it cut through the air like a blade.

But Yan Xun didn’t seem to hear him.

For Li Cheng, only an hour had passed. But here, it had been a full year—three hundred and sixty-five long nights for the man waiting for him.

How unbearable must that have been?

【Fox Host, hurry! His killing intent is rising!】

Li Cheng darted forward, reaching him just as Yan Xun’s fist was about to land again. He caught his wrist mid-swing.

Yan Xun froze.

When his eyes met Li Cheng’s—those familiar, deep, molten eyes—his entire expression collapsed.

Shock. Relief. Pain. Tenderness.

And madness.

This was the person he had ached for, dreamed of, lost for a year that had nearly driven him insane.

Every day, he had gone back to that restaurant to wait—only to sit there alone.

They had promised to eat together.

But Li Cheng had left him behind and never returned.

It wasn’t until then that Yan Xun realized his feelings weren’t a passing obsession—they were an illness without cure. When Li Cheng disappeared, it felt like his heart had gone with him.

Now that he was here again… it didn’t feel real.

He was terrified that if he blinked, the dream would end, and Li Cheng would vanish all over again.

Li Cheng saw the tears streaking down his face—bright, crystalline tears that carried more pain than weakness.

There was no fragility in his crying, only quiet endurance, a deep and restless ache.

Li Cheng’s throat tightened. He lowered his voice. “I’m back.”

He hesitated, then reached out to wipe the tears from Yan Xun’s cheek with his thumb. “I’m sorry…”

“Can we go home?” he asked softly, almost pleading.

Bending down, he picked up the fallen ring and placed it back in Yan Xun’s palm. “Let’s go home, okay? The ring’s right here.”

He just needed to get Yan Xun out of there. Yan Shen had his own ways to retaliate—and clearly, this entire thing had been a setup.

Suddenly, Yan Xun yanked him up roughly. The movement was harsh, completely devoid of gentleness.

But Li Cheng didn’t get angry. After disappearing for a year, he thought, Yan Xun has every right to be furious.

He’d calm him down later.

Yan Xun dragged him out of the bar in silence.

Li Cheng didn’t resist. He simply let him.

When they reached the car, the driver was already waiting. Even after they got in, Yan Xun didn’t say a word—just kept a death grip on Li Cheng’s hand.

Li Cheng could feel the dampness of his palm, slick with nervous sweat.

He looked so calm, yet the tension was tangible.

Li Cheng sighed quietly and stayed obedient. Looks like he won’t be easy to soothe tonight…

Noticing the ring still missing, he nervously slipped it back onto Yan Xun’s finger, then used a tissue to gently wipe away the blood staining his knuckles.

“Why isn’t he saying anything?” Li Cheng muttered under his breath.

【Take a wild guess.】

Li Cheng glanced up—and froze when he met Yan Xun’s gaze. Those eyes, sharp and fierce, made his heart skip a beat.

Oh no… this is bad.

When they arrived at the villa, Yan Xun didn’t give him time to speak. He scooped Li Cheng up, carried him straight into the bedroom—

—and locked him in place with iron chains.

The movement was smooth, precise, and offered no chance to resist.

Li Cheng blinked at the shackles in disbelief.

He rattled the chain lightly and looked at him, guilt flickering across his face.

“…I was wrong.”