Possessive Madman Coaxes Him With a Hand on His Waist! The Cold-Hearted Host Starts to Feel Something - Chapter 59

【Dialing…】

A-Keng silently initiated a call to Yan Jin’s phone.

Yan Jin was in the middle of a meeting when his phone suddenly lit up on the table.

The screen showed the note: Call from Wife—Answer Immediately.

He interrupted the discussion. “Give me a moment. I need to take this call.”

Rising from his seat, Yan Jin walked out of the conference room.

His voice, as always, was calm and gentle. “Chengcheng.”

There was no response. Yan Jin called again. “Chengcheng?”

This time, a muffled male voice came through instead.

It sounded smothered, like wrapped in layers of fabric, filled with static and faint background noise.

“Do you think my brother will find you before you hit the trending searches?” Yan Shen’s voice carried a disturbing hint of cheer.

“If he finds out someone else touched you, he’ll be devastated. I’m already looking forward to seeing his expression. Hahaha…”

It was Yan Shen!

Outside the conference room, Yan Jin’s face instantly darkened. “Chengcheng.”

“Chengcheng!” His voice rose sharply, but it was clear the person on the other end couldn’t hear him.

In a flash, he pieced it together—Yan Shen must have done something to Lichen.

“Yan Shen! If you dare lay a finger on him, I swear I’ll make you pay!” Yan Jin’s voice was thick and heavy with rage.

He realized the call must have been made silently from Lichen’s phone.

That meant Yan Shen couldn’t hear him.

Yan Jin bolted out of the Tianye Group building, opening the phone’s locator to track Lichen’s device.

His heart was pounding wildly.

Meanwhile, Yan Shen’s voice continued on the other end of the line.

With every word, the fury inside Yan Jin grew stronger—an urge to tear him apart, piece by piece.

“Don’t think my brother’s coming to save you. He won’t find you.” Yan Shen’s chuckle was low and taunting.

Then, as if remembering something, Yan Shen crouched down and reached into Lichen’s pocket to grab his phone.

He pulled it out and saw the screen still showed an active call.

Rage flickered in his eyes.

“You filthy little—!” Yan Shen spat, his voice breaking with anger.

“Chengcheng… Chengcheng…” Yan Jin’s palms were slick with sweat.

When Yan Shen noticed the call had already been ongoing for several minutes, he stopped pretending.

He switched the phone to speaker mode, then laughed into the receiver.

His voice was eerily calm, like a demon crawling up from the depths of hell.

“Yo.”

“Brother, so you were listening all along.”

Yan Jin’s tone turned razor-sharp, ice-cold, filled with murderous intent.

“Yan Shen, I’m warning you—if you so much as harm a single hair on his head, I’ll destroy you!”

Yan Shen grinned wide. “Hehehe… That depends on whether you can find him in time.”

He twirled the phone between his fingers.

“This thing’s got GPS, so I’ll leave it here. Let’s see how well you can hunt, big brother.”

Then his voice dropped, turning twisted and low.

“Yan Jin, I’m going to make your beloved the plaything of thousands—and record it for everyone to see.”

“If I can’t destroy you, I’ll destroy the one you love most! Hahahaha…”

Inside the speeding car, Yan Jin floored the gas pedal, heading straight toward the location signal.

He had no time to waste.

If Yan Shen threw away the phone, he’d lose Lichen’s trail entirely.

His hands trembled around the steering wheel, veins bulging as bloodshot eyes fixed on the road ahead.

Each second felt like a knife sawing through his chest.

“Yan Shen! You’re signing your own death warrant!”

“Where are you taking him!” Yan Jin roared, voice breaking from the strain.

Yan Shen’s laughter rang through the call, loud and unrestrained.

“Hahaha… There are so many bars and clubs in the capital. I’m sure you’ll find me eventually, brother…”

The line began to distort—Yan Shen’s voice fading farther and farther away.

Yan Jin realized with dread that the phone’s signal was losing strength.

The GPS would soon be useless.

Finding someone in a city as vast as the capital was like searching for a needle in a storm.

His chest heaved violently, tendons standing out on his clenched hands.

He had never known panic like this—pure, desperate terror that left him nearly breathless.

He ran through every possible place Yan Shen might go, every lead, every pattern.

But he didn’t have the luxury of time to check them one by one.

If he guessed wrong—there would be no undoing it.

———

Lichen was dragged into a pitch-black room—it could’ve been a hotel, maybe a nightclub. He couldn’t tell.

Suddenly, his body was tossed onto something soft—a plush sofa.

Yan Shen didn’t want Yan Jin to find them.

So this place had to be somewhere completely unexpected.

Lichen’s fingers twitched slightly, drawing a small circle in the air.

A wisp of spiritual mist slipped out of the room.

The Fox Fang ring could be used to trace his location.

Dim lights flickered on, revealing the faint outlines of the room.

Lichen narrowed his eyes, scanning the surroundings.

There was a full set of filming equipment—tripods, lights, cameras in every corner.

Tch. So this was his plan.

If Yan Jin saw him being humiliated like this, it wouldn’t end with just bloodshed.

But he couldn’t act recklessly now.

Troublesome.

He clenched his fist. “Call the police.”

【Acknowledged. IP address acquired. Anonymous message sent to nearest police station.】

“Come in.” Yan Shen’s cold voice sounded, and several men entered through the door.

They began adjusting the cameras, positioning every lens directly at Lichen.

Even an idiot could tell what Yan Shen was planning.

Pathetic mortals.

To think they could use such filthy methods against him—it was laughable.

Lichen’s fury burned white-hot.

He wanted to kill.

Yan Shen chuckled, glancing between Lichen and the doorway.

“Mr. Chen, I’ve kept my end of the deal. Now don’t forget yours.”

Then he turned to leave.

The man who entered next was Chen Qiu.

When he saw Lichen lying weakly on the sofa, his eyes softened. He reached out, brushing Lichen’s cheek.

“Chengcheng… you finally came back…”

Lichen’s brows furrowed. Chen Qiu and Yan Shen—working together?

Ever since Lichen’s return, he’d gone out of his way to avoid Chen Qiu. That cold distance had left Chen Qiu both despondent and obsessed.

For the past year, he’d searched for Lichen like a madman, unable to accept being ignored.

So when Yan Shen approached him with a “proposal,” he agreed without hesitation.

As long as Lichen came back to him—no matter how disgraceful the means—it didn’t matter.

He’d even agreed to the video recording. That way, Lichen could never leave him again.

Lichen turned his face aside, his gaze sharp and venomous.

Through slurred lips, he managed to utter two words. “Courting… death.”

Chen Qiu ignored the icy look in his eyes.

He barked toward the men with cameras, “Get out.”

They scrambled to obey, leaving the room empty.

Chen Qiu’s eyes fell on the faint red marks scattered across Lichen’s neck.

His gaze darkened with fury; his movements grew rougher.

Those marks weren’t his.

The thought alone made him want to strangle Lichen.

He traced a hand along Lichen’s throat, feeling his shallow, uneven breaths.

“Chengcheng, he drugged you. Let me help you, okay?”

Lichen’s eyes gleamed dangerously. “Get. Away.”

He curled in on himself, revolted by Chen Qiu’s touch.

He didn’t know if Yan Jin could follow the signal from the Fox Fang ring—but he could only trust that he would.

“Yan Jin…”

He deliberately called out Yan Jin’s name.

Chen Qiu’s expression snapped. He grabbed Lichen’s arm hard enough to bruise.

His voice was raw, loud with jealousy and disbelief.

“Why! Even now, you’re still thinking of him? Why!”

Lichen met his rabid, beast-like eyes with unflinching calm. “Believe me—I can kill you.”

In a blink, his palm gathered spiritual energy, and his hand closed around Chen Qiu’s throat.

Flames of aura flickered at his fingertips, powerful enough to shake the entire room apart.