Possessive Madman Coaxes Him With a Hand on His Waist! The Cold-Hearted Host Starts to Feel Something - Chapter 69

The moment Li Cheng saw the words Incoming Video Call flash across the screen, he immediately pressed “Accept.”

The next second, Zhou Ci’s face appeared on the display. He looked slightly tired—his expression cool and commanding, the kind of face that made lying seem impossible.

Li Cheng was just about to start signing when Zhou Ci’s clear, frosty voice cut in first.

“Why are you at the police station?”

“What did I just tell you earlier?”

His tone was detached and cold, carrying the faint authority of a superior reprimanding his subordinate.

Before Li Cheng could reply, Zhou Ci caught sight of the bloodstains on his hands and clothes.

His eyes narrowed, and his low, magnetic voice grew sharper.

“Who hurt you?”

Li Cheng bit his lip but didn’t answer that question. Instead, he went straight to the point:

“Mr. Zhou, I can’t find my way back. Could you come pick me up?”

“Are you a child who needs someone to claim you?” Zhou Ci’s tone was edged with irritation.

After a pause, he continued, “Get back on your own. The tallest building in Illusory Avenue is the Weapon Research Center.”

Li Cheng looked from the officer to Zhou Ci, then signed: “Please come bail me out, Mr. Zhou.”

“Bail you out?” Zhou Ci’s hand froze midair, his eyes filled with unmistakable confusion.

After Li Cheng explained everything that had happened, Zhou Ci’s face gradually darkened with anger.

He turned his gaze toward the officer, his voice calm yet full of authority.

“Has the East Sector Police really fallen this low?”

“My spouse is frail—he can’t even lift a box, much less fight. How could someone like him possibly injure several grown men?”

His tone grew colder, his voice steady but heavy with reprimand.

“You detain people without verifying facts—don’t you think you owe me an explanation?”

The officer swallowed hard, utterly at a loss for how to respond.

“If you need a formal bail document,” Zhou Ci added, his tone dropping to an icy calm, “I’ll personally write one for the National Police Bureau.”

Li Cheng cleared his throat softly and rubbed his nose, masking a smile.

“Ah—no, no, no, Mr. Zhou! That won’t be necessary!” the officer stammered in a panic. “We’ll have Mr. Li escorted back to the Weapon Research Center right away!”

Cold sweat gathered in the officer’s palm.

“That won’t be necessary.” Zhou Ci raised a hand slightly. “I’m nearby.”

He turned his gaze back to Li Cheng. “I’ll come get you in half an hour.”

Li Cheng nodded obediently.

The holographic image vanished as soon as Zhou Ci hung up.

After the call ended, nearly half the station came over to chat with Li Cheng. Before long, his arms were full of random gifts.

He looked down at the stuffed teddy bear in his hands.

Seriously? A toy for comforting crying children?

Was Zhou Ci’s influence really that terrifying?

【Fox Host, yes—it’s that terrifying. The officer who slammed the table earlier is already writing his self-critique.】

Half an hour later, Zhou Ci arrived at the station. Li Cheng had dozed off in the corridor outside.

Suddenly feeling himself being lifted, his feet leaving the ground, Li Cheng’s eyes flew open in alarm.

When he saw it was Zhou Ci, the tension instantly melted from his face.

He burrowed instinctively against Zhou Ci’s chest, looping his arms around the man’s neck and tucking his head into the warm space between Zhou Ci’s shoulder and throat.

His cold lips brushed against Zhou Ci’s heated skin, and Zhou Ci froze momentarily from the contact.

Li Cheng’s body was icy to the touch. Zhou Ci tightened his arms around him. “Are you a pig? Why are you sleeping out in the cold like this?”

Li Cheng lowered his eyes without replying. He brushed his fingers over the faint heart-mark on Zhou Ci’s neck.

Zhou Ci moved slightly. “Don’t move around.”

After carrying Li Cheng to the car, he shrugged off his own jacket and tossed it at him. “Put it on.”

Li Cheng clutched the coat in his hands but said nothing.

“I said put it on.” Zhou Ci’s tone grew sharper, almost impatient.

Li Cheng glanced at him, then obediently slipped the jacket on.

It was too big for him, the sleeves hanging past his hands.

For someone with features so strikingly beautiful, the oversized clothes somehow made him look soft and endearingly small.

Watching him fidget with the sleeves, Zhou Ci’s lips curved almost imperceptibly.

Just as Li Cheng was about to roll them up, something warm and heavy landed in his hands.

He looked down—it was a hand warmer.

Li Cheng signed: “Thank you.”

Zhou Ci started the car and turned on the music.

A loud, aggressive rock song blasted from the speakers.

Li Cheng instantly perked up, his foot tapping faster and faster to the beat.

【Fox Host! What are you doing?! Stay in character! Why are you bouncing your leg?!】

Li Cheng froze mid-bounce.

When he looked up, Zhou Ci was watching him. His leg immediately stopped moving, and he ran a hand through his hair, signing innocently: “My… my leg went numb.”

After a pause, he added: “This song’s awful. Change it.”

Zhou Ci switched the track, noticing that Li Cheng had suddenly become much quieter.

He assumed the boy’s leg really had gone numb.

But instead of heading back to the Weapon Research Center, Zhou Ci drove to his private residence.

When they got out, Li Cheng followed him inside.

The interior was sleek and minimalistic, full of warm tones and soft light—a complete contrast to the cold, sterile feel of the Research Center.

As soon as Zhou Ci entered, he headed straight for the bathroom. He tilted his head slightly toward Li Cheng and said, “Don’t touch anything in the house.”

Li Cheng trailed after him toward the bathroom, his gaze flicking curiously around.

“Can we shower together?” he signed slowly, his eyes full of hope.

“Together?” Zhou Ci folded his arms. “Are you insane?”

Li Cheng was even more direct: “We’re already married.”

He hesitated, then added earnestly: “If you want to, we… we can.”

“Hm?” Zhou Ci looked at him, half-amused. This little fox really thought their marriage was real—and was now shyly offering intimacy as if it were natural.

He gave a faint, dismissive smile. “Then go ahead—take your clothes off.”

The words had barely left his mouth before Li Cheng’s long, pale fingers moved to his collar, slowly undoing his buttons.

Even that simple motion carried an unintentional sensuality.

When he was done, the clothes slipped soundlessly to the floor.

Li Cheng looked up. “I’m ready, Mr. Zhou.”

His skin was like jade—smooth, luminous, and impossibly soft, the kind that almost glowed.

White where it should be white, flushed pink where it shouldn’t be.

Zhou Ci’s knuckles tightened, loosened, then clenched again.

He took a deep breath, turned to the holographic screen, and lowered the room temperature to ten degrees.

Li Cheng frowned. “Mr. Zhou, it’s cold.”

Zhou Ci could feel sweat forming at his temples—how could it be cold when he was overheating?

“If you’re cold, deal with it.”

Because of the low temperature, Li Cheng kept inching closer until eventually, they showered together after all.

Once they were done, Zhou Ci handed him some clothes, then went back for another cold shower himself.

Meanwhile, Li Cheng sat on the couch, sulking.

【Fox Host, what’s going on?! You still couldn’t get him?】

Li Cheng rolled his eyes. How should I know? What if he just… can’t?