Possessive Madman Coaxes Him With a Hand on His Waist! The Cold-Hearted Host Starts to Feel Something - Chapter 68

One of the men who had taken the worst beating saw Li Cheng faint and, consumed by rage, lost all sense of reason.

He staggered forward and kicked the unconscious man hard.

“You piece of trash! Quit pretending!”

The kick had barely landed when the scene was caught by the incoming officers.

“Hands up! Don’t move!” Within moments, a dozen police officers had surrounded the area.

The man raised his hands above his head and shouted, “Officer, it’s him! He obstructed official business and assaulted us!”

The officers glanced at the delicate, seemingly frail Li Cheng lying on the ground, then looked at the group of big, burly men standing before them.

It was obvious they didn’t believe the accusation.

The man realized it too, pointing furiously at Li Cheng. “He’s faking! He’s not even unconscious!”

The leading officer snorted and raised his hand. “Group assault. Take them all in!”

Li Cheng was dragged into the detention center.

He woke up in the corridor, still groggy.

The officer standing nearby noticed him stirring and said in a neutral tone, “You’re awake.”

As soon as Li Cheng opened his eyes, he saw the bruised faces of the men from the Spirit Binding Division.

Their statements had already been recorded—and of course, all their testimonies matched.

“They’re saying you’re the one who beat them like that.” The officer eyed him with a mix of doubt and curiosity.

Li Cheng’s expression flickered slightly when he noticed the men’s guilty, evasive gazes.

He slowly lifted his trembling hands and began signing. His fingers quivered slightly: “I don’t know them.”

The officer frowned and activated the translation interface. “You can’t speak?”

Li Cheng nodded and signed again: “I heard noises in the alley, went to check, and saw them capturing a spirit beast. I was so frightened that I fainted.”

He lowered his eyes as if recalling the terrifying scene, his expression pale with fear.

“Fainted from fright?” The officer found the boy strangely convincing.

Although his looks were strikingly seductive, what harm could a mute like him possibly do?

It was probably those men making up excuses because they’d failed to capture the spirit beast.

“And why should I believe you?” The officer pulled Li Cheng up and led him to the interrogation room.

After questioning him for a while, Li Cheng’s account turned out to be completely different from the men’s version.

“They said you tried to save that spirit beast,” the officer said sternly, tapping the table. “You’d better start telling the truth!”

His gaze sharpened like a hawk’s. “You’re not really mute, are you?”

Li Cheng signed immediately: “You can check my records if you want.”

The original body had been mute for years—there wouldn’t be any inconsistencies to find.

“Then what about the blood on your clothes?”

Li Cheng looked down. It was the little tail’s blood.

“I fell where there was blood. It got on me.” His response was calm and steady.

The officer frowned again. That alley was so deserted it didn’t even have surveillance cameras.

The Spirit Binding Division’s story was consistent, but one side had to be lying.

Neither account was particularly convincing.

So the stalemate dragged on for hours.

By the time the Spirit Binding Division men were bailed out, night had fallen.

As they passed Li Cheng in the corridor, one of them sneered, “Still pretending? You just wait and see!”

Li Cheng’s lips curved faintly, his gaze so cold it made the man hesitate mid-step.

“Hmph!” The man lifted his chin, trying to act tough. “Enjoy your stay here!”

Li Cheng didn’t respond—he only smiled faintly and looked past him at the man who had come to bail them out.

The newcomer wore a perfectly tailored white shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing a bit of chest.

He carried an air of casual arrogance, the kind that screamed delinquent charm.

His gaze was lazy and insolent, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

He exhaled a slow ring of smoke toward Li Cheng, then flicked the cigarette to the floor and crushed it underfoot.

When he looked up, he met the boy’s face.

Li Cheng’s features were sharply defined—his beauty intense enough to etch itself into memory.

The man strolled closer, looking him over from head to toe.

“Well, hello there, little one.” He smiled lazily. “Want big brother to bail you out too?”

Li Cheng met his gaze without speaking, his eyes saying one clear thing: Get lost.

That look alone made the man absolutely certain—the stories his men told were true.

This boy was the one who had beaten them to a pulp.

And that realization only made him more intrigued.

Too interesting.

“Sure you don’t want to reconsider?” he drawled, raising a brow. “Otherwise, you’ll be stuck here for a couple of days.”

He sighed dramatically. “There isn’t even a bed to sleep on. You really don’t want me to take you out?”

When Li Cheng ignored him, the man chuckled and pulled out a business card.

“Here. Big brother’s card. If you ever need help, you know where to find me.”

With that, he turned to leave—but as he glanced back, he caught sight of Li Cheng tossing the card straight into the trash.

“Tch.” He paused behind the glass door, lighting another cigarette. Smoke curled around his smirk. “If I could marry that one, life would never be boring.”

After the Spirit Binding Division left, the officer who had recorded Li Cheng’s statement walked over.

He sighed. “I believe you. Those guys are always pushing people around.”

He patted Li Cheng’s shoulder. “Do you have family? If someone can sign your release, you don’t have to stay.”

He frowned sympathetically. “Next time, don’t cross the Spirit Binding Division, got it?”

Li Cheng’s lips curved ever so slightly, his lashes fluttering as he raised his hand to sign: “Thank you.”

“Yeah.” The officer nodded. “What’s your family’s contact number?”

Li Cheng signed carefully: “I have a husband. Please call him.”

“I’ll wait for him here.”

The officer swiped open a translucent holo-screen. “Name?”

Li Cheng signed it out, but because it was a name, the translation was inaccurate.

So he reached into his pocket and pulled out one of their wedding photos—he had taken two extras earlier, just in case.

He handed it to the officer. “This is my husband.”

The officer took one look at the photo—Zhou Ci’s cold expression beside Li Cheng’s bright smile—and froze.

He blinked rapidly, at a loss for words.

“Zhou… Zhou Ci?”

“You’re Zhou Ci’s newlywed husband?!”

Rumor had it today that the head of the Weapon Research Center, Zhou Ci, had suddenly gotten married—but he hadn’t believed it until now.

Zhou Ci’s newlywed husband?

Li Cheng frowned slightly, clearly displeased with that phrasing.

The officer’s frown deepened too. Had they really just detained Zhou Ci’s spouse?

Everyone in the Illusory Realm knew that all special weapons were produced by Zhou Ci’s company.

If they’d arrested his husband, their precinct was as good as blacklisted!

Li Cheng signed again: “Please call him. I can’t find my way home.”

The officer swallowed nervously, suddenly flustered.

After a pause, he finally called the Weapon Research Center. “Hello, please connect me to… to… Mr. Zhou!”

Half a second later, a low, husky voice answered—tinged with fatigue and unintentional allure.

“This is Zhou Ci.”

Li Cheng saw the holographic interface flash video call and tapped it immediately.

A red exclamation mark appeared.

Call declined.

The officer, trying to smooth things over, spoke quickly:

“Mr. Zhou, sir… your husband is currently at East Sector Police Station. He… wanted to video call you.”