Possessive Madman Coaxes Him With a Hand on His Waist! The Cold-Hearted Host Starts to Feel Something - Chapter 74

Just as Li Cheng was about to pull the little tail along with him, a familiar man’s voice sounded from nearby—
accompanied by the distinct sound of a machine gun being cocked.

“Tsk.”

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing here all alone?”

At the sound of that voice, Li Cheng turned his head slightly, frowning. It was the same man he’d seen the other day at the police station.

The man continued speaking, his words directed at Zhou Ci.

“You’re really stingy, Zhou Ci. You met such a tempting beauty and didn’t even think to introduce us?”

Zhou Ci’s expression darkened, his gaze sharp. “‘Pretty little thing?’” He looked at Li Cheng, voice low and questioning. “You know him?”

Li Cheng immediately shook his head and began signing rapidly: “No. Who is he?”

Seeing the way Li Cheng’s fingers moved, the man’s lips curved into a playful smirk.

“Hello there, little beauty. My name’s Fan Ming—or maybe,” he tilted his head lazily, “your future husband.”

Zhou Ci’s expression turned even darker. His cold gaze fixed on Fan Ming, waiting for Li Cheng’s reply.

He wanted to see how Li Cheng would respond to that.

Li Cheng tugged awkwardly at the hem of his shirt, hesitating. Why does it feel like he’s… jealous?

【Isn’t that obvious? Current anger level: 9999+】

The system’s voice made Li Cheng feel oddly amused.

He walked over to Zhou Ci, their bodies brushing as he stopped beside him, and then he reached out to interlace their fingers tightly.

The sight hit Fan Ming like a bucket of ice water.

Don’t tell him—the person he’d just taken an interest in actually liked Zhou Ci?!

Li Cheng wanted to let go and sign something to clarify, but when he tried to pull his hand free, he couldn’t.

Zhou Ci’s grip only tightened.

Uh… this is awkward.

Still, Li Cheng needed to make things clear.

He finally managed to loosen Zhou Ci’s hold enough to sign toward Fan Ming:

“I’m already married. Zhou Ci and I are legally married in the Realm of Illusion. Please show some respect.”

At those words, the frown between Zhou Ci’s brows eased ever so slightly.

When the holographic translator displayed Li Cheng’s message, Fan Ming’s eyes darkened—but only for a moment. Then he returned to his usual careless grin.

“Married, huh? That’s fine. You can always get divorced.”

He paused, then added with a lazy drawl, “Besides, there’s no wall in this world that can’t be pried open.”

Li Cheng: “…”

At that, Zhou Ci pulled Li Cheng into his arms, his expression cold and his tone dripping with disdain.

“If you want to flirt, do it somewhere else. Don’t disgust my wife.”

He brushed his hand over the hunting rifle at his waist. “Three seconds. Get lost.”

Fan Ming’s expression was calm—too calm. He wasn’t afraid of Zhou Ci. They’d fought before, after all.

He’d lost ninety out of a hundred times, but hey—round that off, and it was basically even.

He lifted his chin defiantly, smirking.

“Your wife, huh? Didn’t you have a germ phobia? Didn’t like getting close to people? If that’s the case, maybe that little beauty’s first time will end up being with me instead.”

Li Cheng: “?????”

System A-Keng: “????”

Zhou Ci: “What the—!”

His mind exploded like a grenade going off.

Images flashed uncontrollably—Li Cheng in the bathroom, water trickling over his collarbone… the way he’d clung to him earlier, asking to be held…

The way he’d leaned in to kiss him first.

Honestly—who the hell could resist that?!

And then the realization hit him like ice water:

If anyone else dared to touch Li Cheng—just like Fan Ming had implied—
he’d kill them.

He’d throw Fan Ming into the carnivorous sea and make sure not even his bones remained.

That raw, unfiltered rage surged through him. And for the first time, Zhou Ci understood his own feelings.

He wasn’t just angry because of pride.

He was the head of the Weapon Research Division of the Realm of Illusion—
and he would never allow something that belonged to him to be coveted by anyone else.

That explained everything perfectly.

A cold, violent logic.

In a blur, Zhou Ci kicked Fan Ming hard in the chest. “My wife—isn’t someone a filthy bastard like you can even think about!”

It was rare for Zhou Ci to curse, but his fury was visible and sharp as a blade.

Fan Ming, on the other hand, looked thrilled.

After all these years, he’d never found Zhou Ci’s weakness.

And now, he had one.

He staggered back two steps from the kick but managed to steady himself, then let out a laugh.

“Ha… Zhou Ci, weren’t you the one who said a true warrior never shows emotion?”

Zhou Ci took a step forward, his tone deadly calm.

“Then let me revise that.”

“A true warrior never shows emotion—except when it comes to his wife.”

Fan Ming’s smirk deepened. “What’s got you so worked up?”

He flicked open a cigarette, lighting it with exaggerated ease.

“Boss Zhou, aren’t you a big deal? Got married and didn’t even tell anyone? Didn’t even give your wife a proper wedding?”

He sneered. “Or was it a fake marriage?”

“Let me guess—your new wife got bullied by my men and ended up at the police station, huh? Tsk, tsk…”

He had no chance of winning a fight, so he switched to verbal jabs instead.

Zhou Ci’s jaw tightened. Damn it—he couldn’t even deny it.

“Get out.” His voice dropped to a dangerous chill.

Fan Ming raised an eyebrow and looked at Li Cheng again.

“See you around, little beauty. If you ever need anything, come find me at Spirit Contract.”

That was the last straw. Zhou Ci pulled out his gun again, fury barely leashed.

Fan Ming quickly lifted both hands, smirking.

“Hey now, Boss Zhou. We’re both working for the Realm of Illusion. If you kill me, wouldn’t that throw the whole place into chaos?”

“I’ll go, alright?”

With that, he turned and sauntered off.

As he walked away, he raised a hand over his head, wiggling his fingers in a mocking wave.

“Bye-bye, little beauty. See you next time.”

Zhou Ci stood there, jaw clenched, watching Fan Ming’s retreating figure with barely contained fury.

Li Cheng tugged gently at his sleeve, trying to soothe him. He signed softly:

“Sir, I know you dislike being close to others. I won’t ask you for that kind of affection again.”

“About the wedding, I don’t mind. I don’t really have any family anyway, so it doesn’t matter if there’s a ceremony or not.”

“As for what happened at the police station—it was my fault for getting lost. Don’t take what he said to heart…”

Zhou Ci listened to the mechanical translation in his earpiece—the one he’d personally calibrated.

It was Li Cheng’s imagined voice—gentle, pure, like a breeze over spring water—
with emotional inflection, just the way he’d pictured it.

The more he listened, the deeper his frown grew.

He caught Li Cheng’s hands mid-sign, his grip firm and unrelenting.

His voice was low, magnetic, and inexplicably rough.

“Come home with me.”