Possessive Madman Coaxes Him With a Hand on His Waist! The Cold-Hearted Host Starts to Feel Something - Chapter 78

Li Cheng’s words hit like thunder. Zhou Ci’s grip on his wrist slackened instantly—so heavy it could crush a man.

He didn’t even notice it himself, but when he saw the pain flicker across Li Cheng’s face, he drew his hand back.

“What did you just say?”

He didn’t know why, but that single sentence stabbed at his chest, sharp and cold, leaving him unable to breathe.

“Divorce?” Zhou Ci’s mind went blank for a moment, his heart jolting in panic and disbelief—then anger followed.

“Do you even know what you’re saying?”

The man before him—the one who had been abandoned by his own father, sold to a monster bar, bullied and humiliated day after day, too timid to even speak—was now standing here telling him he wanted a divorce.

If Li Cheng left this place, he’d be nothing but a homeless wanderer.

Where could he possibly go?

Back to washing dishes in that beast bar?

Or… had Zhou Ci disgusted him so deeply that even that life was better than staying here?

Zhou Ci’s jaw tightened. He grabbed Li Cheng’s chin, his tone harsh and cold.

“You’re mine. I bought you. The contract is legally binding. Where do you think you can go now?”

His expression darkened, voice edged with anger.

“You could never repay the money I spent on you in this lifetime. Tell me—where exactly are you planning to go?”

His fingers dug deeper into Li Cheng’s chin. But when he noticed the faint red pooling at the corners of Li Cheng’s eyes, his heart stuttered.

The little fox looked so wronged, his gaze hazy and wet, glimmering faintly—two hot tears slipped down his cheeks before Zhou Ci’s hand trembled.

He had wanted to see Li Cheng cry, but not like this. Not from pain.

Zhou Ci reached out and brushed away the tears, irritation rising in his chest.

It had to be because he’d raised his voice again. He’d scared him.

But the man had just said divorce!

He took a step back, straightened, and looked down at Li Cheng.

“Why do you want to divorce me?” His tone was sharp, still thick with anger.

Li Cheng didn’t answer, clearly struggling to hold himself together.

Seeing him like that, Zhou Ci decided he should calm him down first.

He wasn’t good at this—never had been.

“Stop crying!”

His voice came out too loud again, and Li Cheng’s head drooped lower, his sadness deepening.

Zhou Ci had forgotten once more that the little fox never responded well to being scolded.

With a sigh, he walked to the kitchen, grabbed a vanilla ice cream from the freezer, and handed it to him.

“Don’t cry. Here, ice cream for you.”

Li Cheng’s expression said everything: Do I look like a child to you?

He turned his face away, ignoring him.

Zhou Ci fumbled in his pocket, pulled out a piece of candy, and offered it next.

“Don’t cry.”

In his mind, this was how you comforted people—ice cream, candy, problem solved.

If they were still crying? Then you simply hadn’t given enough.

When Li Cheng still didn’t respond, Zhou Ci pressed the ice cream into his hand, his voice softening.

“Did I do something wrong?”

This half-demon, half-human—possibly the only one of his kind in the realm—how could he just let him go so easily?

“Why do you want a divorce?” Zhou Ci asked again, his voice quieter this time.

Li Cheng looked down at the ice cream forced into his palm. He couldn’t just set it anywhere, but Zhou Ci wasn’t taking it back either.

So he held it awkwardly while signing, his face still tense and angry:

“Because you don’t like me. That’s why I want to divorce you!”

“You hate me, despise me, find me disgusting. You won’t even kiss me. How could I possibly…”

He didn’t finish, but Zhou Ci understood the rest.

His brow furrowed.

So that was it—Li Cheng thought he hated him.

“I…”

Li Cheng’s lips pressed into a thin line, his expression clearly unhappy. He signed again, fingers trembling slightly:

“If you don’t like me, why did you marry me? Was it because you wanted something from me?”

Zhou Ci lowered his eyes, long lashes shadowing them, concealing the turmoil behind them.

Before he could reply, Li Cheng signed again:

“You said you liked me. That’s the only reason I agreed to marry you. But maybe you thought I was easy—shameless even. Or that I wanted your money… or your power.”

His gaze wavered, thoughts flashing rapidly behind his eyes.

He remembered—the night before the original host bit that wolf demon to death, Zhou Ci had stepped in to save him. Later, he’d seen the wolf following the host, pitied him, and decided to intervene again.

That’s when he saw the original host kill the wolf—and faint.

When he woke, it had been him.

Li Cheng continued to sign:

“You saved me from that beast bar. I knew then we could never truly be together. But when you said you wanted to marry me… you have no idea how happy I was.”

He paused.

“But now I’ve realized we were never meant to be. The distance between us can’t be bridged, and I don’t want to keep forcing it.”

“After the divorce, I’ll find a job and pay you back the money.”

Another tear slid down his cheek as he finished signing:

“I won’t bother you anymore.”

“We—”

Before he could finish, a hand yanked the back of his neck, pulling him forward with sudden force.

“Mmph—!”

Cool lips crushed against his own. Li Cheng’s eyes widened, then shimmered faintly as a small sound escaped his throat.

He parted his lips just slightly, hands pushing weakly at Zhou Ci’s chest—half resisting, half trembling.

The more he pushed, the deeper the kiss became.

By the time Zhou Ci finally released him, Li Cheng was breathless.

It was a punishing kiss, almost vengeful. Zhou Ci’s hand slid beneath his shirt, tracing downward.

He hadn’t expected this—that Li Cheng wanted a divorce because he thought Zhou Ci didn’t like him, didn’t want him close.

Like or dislike… for Zhou Ci, such emotions didn’t even exist. The little fox was just his experiment.

But if the experiment wanted proof—well, this was one way to show it.

Still, he hadn’t expected Li Cheng to have fallen for him the moment they met—to be this hopelessly, stubbornly devoted.

When the kiss finally broke, Zhou Ci gently wiped at Li Cheng’s lips, now slightly swollen and flushed.

“Can you stop being mad now?”

He brushed away the strands of hair that had fallen across Li Cheng’s forehead.

“I like you. I just… have my reasons for not wanting to get close to anyone.”

If Li Cheng liked him, then maybe—just maybe—this could all be easier.

His eyes softened, a trace of smug satisfaction hidden beneath.

“But I do want to be close to you. And I really do like you.”

He paused for a second, his tone light and coaxing.

“So… will you keep liking me too?”

He wiped the tears from Li Cheng’s face, voice low and soothing.

“Don’t be sad anymore. What happened today was my fault. I won’t do it again.”

“From now on, I’ll always consider your feelings.” Zhou Ci’s voice turned almost tender.

Li Cheng lifted his head, still a little breathless. He signed, “Really?”

Of course.

Zhou Ci saw the shift immediately—the anger gone, replaced by the obedient, pitiful little fox he knew so well.

His lips curved in satisfaction. He reached out and ruffled Li Cheng’s hair.

“Of course. I’d never lie to you.”

Li Cheng still didn’t quite believe him. He signed again, “Swear it.”

“Swear it?” Zhou Ci asked, brow arching.

Swearing was something Li Cheng knew all too well. He signed furiously, gritting his teeth:

“Say this: ‘I, Zhou Ci, hereby swear—to love Li Cheng and only Li Cheng for all my lives, to protect him, cherish him, never deceive him, and treasure him as my life. If I break this vow, may my hands and legs be shattered, may I be cursed with impotence, blindness, deafness, suffer eternal torment, and never find peace in any lifetime.’”

Zhou Ci: …………

That was vicious.

His eye twitched, but in the end, he repeated it word for word.

By now, the ice cream in Li Cheng’s hand had started to melt.

Hearing Zhou Ci’s solemn oath, his mood lifted again. He took a bite of the ice cream, cold sweetness spreading across his lips.

A trace of white cream clung to the corner of his mouth—and paired with the loose shirt he was wearing, the sight was unexpectedly sensual.

Zhou Ci’s gaze darkened slightly as he murmured, “If you like it, there’s plenty more at home.”