Possessive Madman Coaxes Him With a Hand on His Waist! The Cold-Hearted Host Starts to Feel Something - Chapter 7

Yan Jin pulled the car over to the side of the road, his thoughts grinding to a halt.

His dark eyes went wide—he had just witnessed the entire process of Li Cheng transforming.

His hands clenched around the steering wheel, veins standing out, palms damp with sweat.

Thump. Thump.

His heart was racing—but he knew it wasn’t out of fear.

What flashed through his mind instead was: if anyone else had seen that, what would happen?

Would Li Cheng be sent to some international research institute, dissected and studied like a lab specimen?

Yan Jin recalled the words Li Cheng had mumbled before losing consciousness—

A pet hospital… canine family… fox…

So he really was a fox spirit!

No wonder he looked that beautiful.

Yan Jin drew a sharp breath and turned to glance at the back seat.

To his surprise, he managed to remain relatively calm.

The fiery-red fox had curled its fluffy tail around its body, its eyes shining like tiny lamps in the dark.

A strip of gauze was still wrapped around its front paw—bandaged by Yan Jin himself earlier.

That detail confirmed it beyond doubt.

The little fox was Li Cheng.

It was unbelievable.

“Awoo…”

A weak, almost pitiful sound came from the fox as its glowing eyes drooped. It looked miserable.

Yan Jin restarted the engine, turned the car around, and this time headed straight for the largest pet hospital downtown.

When they arrived at the entrance, Yan Jin exhaled, unfastened his seatbelt, and got out.

He opened the rear door and looked at the fox, still curled up in the seat, no trace of aggression in its small, trembling body.

“I’m going to carry you. Don’t bite,” he said quietly.

The fox twitched its head, then stretched out one small paw toward him.

Yan Jin picked it up carefully.

“You’re pretty well-behaved.”

The little fox relaxed against his chest, soft and warm, making him—against all logic—praise it.

He tucked it under his jacket to keep it covered as he walked inside.

It was nearly eleven at night, so the hospital wasn’t very busy. Fortunately, no one paid much attention.

But the moment Yan Jin uncovered the fox for the veterinarian to see, the doctor jumped to his feet in shock.

He stumbled back a few steps.

“Is… is that… a fox?!”

The red fox, its fur like firelight, stared back with unnervingly intelligent eyes. It was clearly no ordinary animal.

“Where did you get this from?” the vet asked sharply.

Keeping a fox was illegal.

And this one’s color—it could land him straight in jail!

Yan Jin stroked the fox’s head, mind racing to come up with something believable.

“Doctor, I’m a researcher at the City Genetics Institute,” he said evenly. “This fox was brought in from one of our studies. It’s sick. I need you to take a look at it.”

The vet eyed his expensive suit, the calm tone. He didn’t seem like a liar.

“Do you have credentials?”

Yan Jin blinked, then smoothly added another lie without missing a beat.

“I didn’t bring them with me. But come on—you know no one would dare openly keep a wild fox like this. I’m not that reckless.”

That made sense. And the fox did look weak, so the vet finally relented. Saving its life came first.

He reached out to feel the fox’s belly.

It was limp, barely conscious.

“Put it down here, let me take a look.”

“Thank you,” Yan Jin said gravely, placing the fox gently onto the exam table.

But the moment the vet tried to open its mouth for a look, the fox bared its teeth and snapped, fangs glinting.

“Awoo!”

The vet flinched back, startled.

Yan Jin stepped forward, gazing at the little creature baring its teeth.

He lifted a hand and softly smoothed its fur.

“Let him check you. He’s not going to hurt you.”

“Be good.”

The fox hesitated—then, after a few seconds, lowered its head and closed its mouth.

Even the vet was stunned.

“It… it understands you?”

Yan Jin nodded slightly. “Seems like it does. It even kind of likes me.”

The vet: …What?

“Awoo…” Like you, like you, like you…

Inside its head, a mechanical voice chimed:

[Fox Host, do you… actually like Yan Jin?]

After reverting to its spiritual form, Li Cheng had gone from a millennia-old fox god to a barely two-hundred-year-old juvenile—about eighteen or nineteen in human years.

But fox years weren’t quite the same as human ones.

They understood the wrong things, and misunderstood the right ones—half-wise, half naive, with a childlike mind full of curious instincts.

“Awoo-chuu…” Like him, like him…

[You’ll regret saying that once your divine consciousness returns, Fox Host.]

“Mew-chuu…” No I won’t. I’m sleeping with him tonight.

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The little fox murmured, He smells like Jiujing Mountain. It calms me when he holds me.

Its sense of smell was even keener now that it was in its spirit form.

[Jiujing Mountain? The main divine hall?]

Not sure, it thought lazily, but he feels safe. So I’m sleeping with him tonight.

[So it’s about safety… or just about sleeping with him?]

Sleeping with him.

The vet, still marveling at the fox’s obedience, examined its mouth and abdomen again.

“What did you feed it?” he asked.

Yan Jin frowned. Feed it?

Then he suddenly remembered the chocolate wrappers on the desk earlier—when he’d bandaged Li Cheng’s hand.

“Grapes… and chocolate.”

The vet sighed in exasperation.

“Foxes are canines. They can’t eat chocolate! You’re lucky it’s still alive.”

Yan Jin’s stomach dropped. So it was the chocolate.

“We’ll induce vomiting,” the vet said calmly now that he knew the cause.

He tried giving the fox an emetic—but it refused to swallow.

Growing anxious, Yan Jin took the syringe himself and, in one swift motion, got it down.

“Awoo…”

A soft, fragile sound escaped the fox.

[You did that on purpose, didn’t you, Fox Host? You just wanted him to feed you.]

The little fox: He tastes nice. When I grow up, I’m finding a mate just like him.

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