Possessive Madman Coaxes Him With a Hand on His Waist! The Cold-Hearted Host Starts to Feel Something - Chapter 56

Yan Xun held him tightly, refusing to let go. “I missed you…”

“How about I stay with you forever from now on, alright?”

The moment those words left his lips, Li Cheng saw something shift in Yan Xun’s eyes—light flickered faintly there, and suddenly, his gaze seemed to ripple like water. In that instant, Li Cheng almost saw Yan Jin standing before him.

He looked toward Yan Xun’s neck—where the black seal of the Heart-Restraint Spell (t/n: a spiritual mark used to suppress alternate consciousnesses) suddenly flared into a blood-red nine-tailed fox.

That abrupt change felt like Yan Jin struggling to break through some invisible boundary—

He wanted to see him.

Li Cheng could feel it.

He wanted to see him.

As their eyes met, Li Cheng leaned forward, sinking into Yan Jin’s embrace and wrapping his arms around him.

“Yan Jin.” His voice was soft, light as air, and achingly beautiful.

Nestled against Yan Jin’s chest, Li Cheng called his name again, in a voice as sweet and gentle as a whisper of silk. “Yan Jin…”

He loved both of these men—both halves of the same soul—but only in front of Yan Jin could he let himself be vulnerable.

Only with him could he let go completely and allow himself to be protected.

Yan Jin gently ran his fingers through Li Cheng’s hair, his touch delicate, careful—as if each strand were made of light. He wanted to say so many things, but when it came down to it, words failed him.

Their emotions tangled together until finally, Yan Jin spoke, his voice low beside Li Cheng’s ear. “As long as you’re back… that’s all that matters.”

“You’re back. That’s enough.”

Breathing in Li Cheng’s familiar scent, Yan Jin finally felt at peace.

After a long moment, when he’d had his fill of holding him, Yan Jin cupped Li Cheng’s face in his hand and leaned forward to kiss the lips he’d dreamed of for so long.

It was a kiss steeped in longing—yet unbelievably tender, light as drifting mist.

Their lips met softly, the damp warmth lingering like the echo of a thousand nights spent yearning.

But it wasn’t enough. It only made him want more.

Yan Jin’s lashes trembled slightly.

He knew Yan Xun was the rebellious fragment split off from his own memory—

The person he had always secretly wanted to become.

He also knew that sooner or later, Yan Xun would fall for Li Cheng—just as he had.

Because Yan Xun was him. They shared the same heartbeat, the same soul.

And honestly, who could not love that little fox?

He had long accepted it with quiet resignation.

Li Cheng rested against Yan Jin’s chest, his thoughts drifting again once the joy settled.

Yan Shen was still trying to steal the heir’s seat at Tianye Group from Yan Jin, though his odds were slim.

So he’d set his sights on Yan Xun instead.

The thought darkened Li Cheng’s eyes. His appearance in this world had caused too many deviations already.

Yan Xun had developed a killing intent toward Yan Shen because of him—but something about it didn’t feel that simple.

In his mind, he asked A-Keng, Is Yan Xun’s killing intent still there?

【Fox Host, the worldline has developed several uncontrollable variables. What can be confirmed is that the danger from Yan Xun’s killing intent has not been lifted.】

Li Cheng frowned. So the person he wants to kill isn’t Yan Shen?

【Due to those same variables, it cannot be determined.】

Li Cheng’s gaze narrowed. Unease began to stir in his chest again.

He looked up at Yan Jin and deliberately shifted the subject. “Yesterday… Yan Xun hit Yan Shen.”

“Mm.” Yan Jin nodded. “He deserved it.” His tone carried a chill that Li Cheng could feel even without looking.

“If it were me, I would’ve hit him harder.”

“Why?” Li Cheng blinked, surprised by how irrational that sounded coming from him.

“Because he insulted you.”

Before Li Cheng could respond, his stomach rumbled audibly.

Yan Jin pinched his cheek with a laugh and headed toward the kitchen. “What does my little fox want to eat?”

“Hmm?” Li Cheng’s lips curved into a grin as he followed. “That depends on what my keeper feels like making.”

In the end, the two of them cooked together, teasing and lingering over each step. The dishes didn’t taste as good as before—

Mostly because Yan Jin kept getting distracted by watching him.

Over dinner, they talked for a long time. Yan Jin told him everything that had happened during the past year.

After Li Cheng’s disappearance, the TV drama Monster Hunter had been put on hold because the investors refused to replace the lead actor.

Online, there had been endless rumors about him—

That he’d been blacklisted, offended powerful backers, gotten addicted to drugs, fallen ill, or even died overseas.

“And what did you think?” Li Cheng asked curiously.

Yan Jin ruffled his hair. “I thought they were all wrong. I’ve just been waiting for you.”

After a pause, he added softly, “No matter which version of me exists—I’ll always be waiting for you.”

Li Cheng’s heart grew heavy.

There were so many people in the world—like countless stars in the sky. Losing one made no difference; life went on as usual.

He used to think the same applied to himself. If one day he fell from the heavens, it wouldn’t change anything in the divine realm—let alone the countless small worlds below.

So, whether he lived or died, it hadn’t seemed to matter.

But now, it was different.

He had found someone who would grieve for him—who would hurt because of him.

It felt like lighting a flame in the middle of a frozen wasteland.

Li Cheng liked that feeling.

The feeling of being loved.

He leaned down and kissed Yan Jin on the cheek. “You’ve been good. Consider this your reward.”

Yan Jin touched the spot and smiled, soft and sweet.

Before he could say a word, Li Cheng tugged him over to the couch and straddled his lap. “President Yan.”

Yan Jin immediately knew that mischievous look—Li Cheng definitely wanted something. So he played along.

“What is it? After my life again?”

Li Cheng chuckled. He’d been gone for a year, long enough to fade from the public eye—but the original host’s wish hadn’t yet been fulfilled. If he wanted to make progress, he needed Yan Jin’s help.

“I want to make a comeback,” he said, smiling sweetly. “But my agency terminated my contract. President Yan… would you sign me under your company?”

Yan Jin frowned slightly. Li Cheng could tell he wasn’t thrilled by the idea.

So he nuzzled closer against him, voice low and coaxing. “I can act, I can warm your bed, I can do anything you want… just sign me, President Yan.”

“You said you’d quit the entertainment industry after a year,” Yan Jin reminded him calmly. “It’s been exactly a year. You should be making good on that promise now.”

He met Li Cheng’s fox-like gaze. “Besides, this counts as a cross-level negotiation—technically, you’re using the back door.”

Li Cheng’s face darkened. “Are you seriously glitching the system on me right now?”

Yan Jin said nothing.

Li Cheng’s expression softened, his voice turning syrupy sweet. “Please sign me, President Yan…”

“No.”

“Come on, sign me~”

“Still no.”

Li Cheng narrowed his eyes, a sly smile curving his lips. “Then I’ll just go find Chen Qiu. I’m sure he’d love to sign me.”