Possessive Madman Coaxes Him With a Hand on His Waist! The Cold-Hearted Host Starts to Feel Something - Chapter 75

Go home?

Li Cheng was pulled forward by Zhou Ci.

He glanced back—Little Tail was still standing there.

So he shook off Zhou Ci’s hand and went back to get him.

Leading Little Tail to Zhou Ci’s side, Li Cheng slowly signed: “Sir, I’ll go home later.”

Zhou Ci’s eyes darkened as he turned to him. “You just have to take care of him, don’t you?”

Li Cheng nodded.

If Zhou Ci wouldn’t let him bring Little Tail home, he’d have to find the boy a safe place to stay.

He signed seriously, “I’m his brother. Of course I have to take care of him.”

Zhou Ci lifted his chin slightly, visible irritation flashing in his expression—but seeing Li Cheng already several meters away with the boy, he finally relented.

“Fine. You can bring him.”

The moment Li Cheng heard that, he turned back almost instantly and tugged Little Tail toward Zhou Ci again.

Hearing Li Cheng’s message through his spiritual link, Little Tail gave Zhou Ci a sixty-degree bow. “Thank you, uncle.”

Uncle?

Zhou Ci’s face darkened further.

“Call me brother.”

Little Tail glanced at Li Cheng. Li Cheng transmitted a message through his divine sense: Call him uncle.

“Uncle,” Little Tail said again, thanking him.

Zhou Ci let out a light sigh—not too heavy, not too soft—too lazy to argue with a child.

He turned and walked toward the weapon research staff, giving them a few brief instructions.

Then he came back to Li Cheng, who stood there looking quietly obedient—not the kind of thing you could fake.

Zhou Ci holstered his gun and walked past the two of them.

Li Cheng, smiling brightly, followed close behind.

Since Zhou Ci had agreed to let Little Tail stay, he needed to keep him in a good mood—consider it a small thank-you.

They followed him in an orderly line.

Little Tail, emboldened, whispered to Li Cheng through their spiritual link: Master, why does he have your scent on him?

Li Cheng’s pupils tightened. Maybe because we meditated together.

“Meditated”?

Little Tail definitely knew what that meant. He looked at Li Cheng with wide eyes. Master, you’re not pure anymore.

Li Cheng: ………

But he’s cool, Little Tail added.

And tall.

And rich. He could afford to take care of you.

Then, without warning, the boy pivoted completely: But he bullied me once. I don’t approve of this marriage.

Before Li Cheng could reply, Little Tail continued, You should divorce him, Master. I’ll pick up junk to support you.

Li Cheng flicked him lightly on the head. “What are you talking about? Divorce him so we can sleep under a bridge?”

Little Tail pouted. Fine, we won’t divorce yet. But if he treats you badly, I still won’t approve of this marriage.

“You’re young, but you sure have opinions,” Li Cheng muttered.

After leaving the restricted danger zone, the group arrived at a flower shop.

Outside were all kinds of seasonal flowers, plus many varieties cultivated by the Realm of Illusion itself.

Dew glistened on each bloom, making them impossibly fresh and vivid. Fairy lights shimmered above, lending the place a warm, romantic glow.

At the entrance stood a pair of men, clearly a couple.

Under the soft lights, they embraced—then kissed.

Li Cheng quickly turned around and covered Little Tail’s eyes.

A child shouldn’t be seeing that!

But that kiss seemed to breathe life into the entire scene—making it even more romantic. The kiss was brief, just a few seconds, before they parted.

One held a bouquet; the other carried groceries. Then they left together.

Once they were gone, Li Cheng lowered his hand and stared at their backs with quiet envy.

Not that there was much to envy, really.

Flowers? he thought. Even graves grow those.

Zhou Ci, who had been walking ahead, was nearly at the flower shop’s entrance by now.

Li Cheng hurried, tugging Little Tail along.

As Zhou Ci walked past the shop, Li Cheng stopped at the door.

The flowers really were beautiful—like nothing he’d seen before.

The feeling unsettled him a little.

Whenever Yan Jin had passed a flower shop, he would buy Li Cheng a bouquet—whether he liked it or not, whether he wanted it or not.

No matter which version of Yan Jin it was, he always bought him flowers.

Even Xiao Xunxun did.

Eventually, Li Cheng had gotten used to it.

So now, standing before the flower shop, he froze.

“Want some flowers, young man?” the shop’s owner—a cheerful older woman—stepped out when she saw Li Cheng touching a cluster of red fox-tail blooms.

“These are a new variety cultivated here in the Realm of Illusion—aren’t they gorgeous? Just like a fox’s nine tails.”

She couldn’t tell if he wanted to buy or not, so she added temptingly, “They’re not just beautiful—these red fox-tail flowers are edible too! You can stir-fry them. A great deal. How about a bundle?”

Li Cheng’s brow furrowed. Eat them?

Could he even swallow that?

Would he just cry while eating?

“Forget it.” Li Cheng pressed his lips together. “I’ll buy some next time.”

The woman followed his gaze to Zhou Ci, who was standing ahead with a faintly exasperated look.

One glance and she knew—couple, for sure.

And judging by how the young one was clearly tempted to buy flowers while the other looked clueless, the man ahead was obviously the heartless type.

Her expression turned disapproving.

“Hey!” she barked, loud and sharp, glaring at Zhou Ci. “Your wife wants to buy flowers! Why’re you walking off so fast?”

Li Cheng admired her boldness. If Zhou Ci got mad and decided not to take Little Tail in after all, that’d be trouble.

At the word “wife,” Zhou Ci froze mid-step.

He turned—and there was Li Cheng, standing under the shop’s colorful lights, face faintly glowing in the warm hue.

He looked… obedient.

Their eyes met for two seconds.

Then Zhou Ci turned back, walked toward him, pupils darkening slightly. His lips pressed into a line. “You like flowers?”

Since when do men like flowers?

Shouldn’t men like guns?

In Zhou Ci’s mind, any man who liked flowers had to have been born in the wrong body.

And he hated pretentious types like that.

But strangely enough…

Watching Li Cheng stand there at the shop entrance, he didn’t hate it.

In fact—

He wanted to buy them for him.

Li Cheng shook his head. “No.”

He’d just gotten used to them, that was all.

Inside, he grumbled silently: This is your fault! I got used to it, and now you won’t even buy them for me. Tch!

Zhou Ci studied his face—it looked like emotion was spilling right across it.

“You want to buy them?” he asked.

Li Cheng shook his head again and signed, “No.”

Zhou Ci wasn’t the type to guess what others meant. If someone said one thing and meant another, he’d take it literally.

But when he saw Li Cheng step forward as if to leave—he couldn’t shake the feeling that the man was upset.

So he spoke again, testing the waters:

“Then let’s buy a bouquet.”