Possessive Madman Coaxes Him With a Hand on His Waist! The Cold-Hearted Host Starts to Feel Something - Chapter 85

Huh???

Li Cheng tilted his head and saw Zhou Ci standing behind him, looking unbearably smug.

That expression on Zhou Ci’s face practically spelled out the words: How about that? Caught you, didn’t I?

“You sure run fast.” Zhou Ci glanced at the squirming Little Fox in his hand. “Pretty cute, actually.”

Except… it was too fierce.

So vicious.

If he wasn’t careful, his “wife” might get hurt. That wouldn’t do.

He’d have to smooth those teeth down.

Then he looked at the sharp claws—sharp enough to split open human skin, glinting like blades.

Those claws would have to be trimmed too.

His “wife” had such soft, delicate skin—what if this little thing scratched him?

Zhou Ci froze mid-thought.

What on earth was he doing?

Trying to please Li Cheng?

He paused, then shifted his thoughts.

Whatever. Some things were better left to instinct.

Besides, every time he saw Li Cheng, he just felt happy.

And if spoiling him made him smile, so be it.

The rest could wait for later.

Meanwhile, the Little Fox bared his fangs, glaring up at Zhou Ci while secretly asking A-Keng, Why couldn’t I sense Zhou Ci coming? Could he be a monster?

Otherwise, with his own strength, it was impossible he wouldn’t have felt Zhou Ci’s presence at all.

【I didn’t sense him either… this is an insult to me—the number one system in Heaven!】

Li Cheng gave a disbelieving look. You’re the number one system in Heaven?

【…Bottom number one.】

Li Cheng: ರ_ರ

Only then did the Little Fox realize Qi Si was already gone.

Pleased, he muttered inwardly, Ha, guess my aura scared him off.

【I saw you running pretty fast just now.】

You don’t understand, the Little Fox shot back, that was strategy—provocation tactic.

At that moment, Zhou Ci noticed the injury on the Little Fox’s hind paw.

His gaze darkened slightly.

What was going on?

Why did he suddenly feel… heartache for a wild fox?

In the Realm of Delusion, spiritual power was abundant—that’s why so many spirit beasts thrived.

But a little fox like this one, who hadn’t even taken human form yet, was rare.

The Little Fox kept struggling, baring teeth and claws. Zhou Ci sighed and shifted his grip, holding him in his arms instead of by the scruff of his neck.

【Little Lord, I’m merging your divine sense with the Host’s right now—whatever happens, don’t give yourself away!】

A-Keng worried that the young master’s immature nature might cause problems, so it reawakened Li Cheng’s divine consciousness.

In an instant, the Little Fox’s eyes sharpened.

Li Cheng’s gaze locked on Zhou Ci: You bastard, what are you grabbing me for!

The fox let out two irritated howls: “You crazy man! Be gentle! You’re pulling my fur out!”

【Host, Zhou Ci wants to grind down your teeth—and your claws too! Be careful!】

…I have no words, the fox thought flatly.

Zhou Ci carried the Little Fox all the way out of the abandoned building and back to the Weapons Research Center.

It wasn’t that the fox didn’t want to escape—

He simply couldn’t.

He’d tried eight times. Each time, Zhou Ci caught him again.

Zhou Ci even warned him, “Try running again, and I’ll break your legs.”

The fox yelped a few times, clearly furious and indignant.

Zhou Ci pulled out a beast translator and played back the fox’s words.

The translation came through: “Keep that up, and you’ll die alone.”

“Ha.” Zhou Ci smirked, looking down at him. “Too late. I already have a wife. Didn’t see that coming, did you?”

The fox snapped back: “Awoo mee!”

Zhou Ci frowned as the translator repeated: “Not for long.”

That earned the Little Fox a hand over his snout. “Say one more word, and I’ll fry you in oil.”

Then, as if suddenly inspired, the fox changed tactics. “Chee chee woo…”

The translator beeped. Zhou Ci’s brows furrowed—because the meaning stunned him.

“Divorce your wife. When I take human form, I’ll be your wife instead.”

Zhou Ci: “???”

“Are you insane?” Zhou Ci flicked the fox on the head. “You? Compared to my wife? You’re not even worthy to carry his shoes. Dream on.”

The fox bared his teeth.

【Hahaha, Host! He said you’re not even fit to carry your own shoes!】

【But hey, that means Zhou Ci’s loyal. No need to worry about him cheating.】

The fox snorted: “I’m prettier than your wife. Fox spirits are the most beautiful.”

Zhou Ci immediately pinched his muzzle again. “Shut it! My wife’s the most beautiful—no one could ever compare to even a finger of his.”

The fox retorted, “Didn’t expect you to be so devoted to your wife.”

Zhou Ci: “…”

He felt like his mouth kept moving faster than his brain.

There were still so many things about Li Cheng he didn’t understand.

And yet… his priorities had quietly shifted.

Like right now—even if he didn’t want to admit it, he cared more about Li Cheng than about whether he was human or not.

“Of course I love him.” Zhou Ci’s voice sounded almost like he was talking to himself.

Once they reached the lab, Zhou Ci fetched the medical kit to bandage the fox’s injured paw.

He had wanted to file down the teeth and claws earlier, but the fox stubbornly refused—and promised he wouldn’t bite anyone.

Zhou Ci relented, seeing how docile he looked.

He thought, maybe he’d bring it home to show his wife.

If his wife didn’t like it, he’d just toss it out.

That night, after finishing his work at the Weapons Research Center, Zhou Ci returned home.

The house was pitch dark. He frowned slightly. “Asleep already?”

The fox muttered inwardly: Thanks for asking—nope, I’m right here in your arms.

Zhou Ci nudged the door open with his foot, still holding the fox. The warm lights flicked on automatically, sensing his return.

“Li Cheng?”

No response.

Zhou Ci frowned deeper. Out again?

He searched every room but couldn’t find him anywhere—and panic began to rise.

Where could he have gone?

He knew Li Cheng inside and out—every detail. The man had no friends here in the Realm of Delusion.

So why vanish without a trace?

“Li Cheng?” Zhou Ci called again, searching the courtyard next—but still, no sign.

Then it hit him: he’d never installed a tracking chip or locator on Li Cheng.

And in a world crawling with spirit beasts, there were plenty that wanted him dead.

If one targeted Li Cheng to get to him—

Zhou Ci’s hands clenched into fists, his eyes turning cold and sharp.

Anxious, he tossed the fox onto the couch and rushed out the door.

The sound of the engine starting echoed outside.

Meanwhile, the fox sat on the couch, completely dumbfounded: Your husband’s right here!

After Zhou Ci left, a red mist unfurled around the fox’s body—and in the blink of an eye, a breathtakingly beautiful young man stood where the fox had been.

Li Cheng looked down at his injured left foot, still wrapped in Zhou Ci’s bandage.

The fox’s hind paw had been hurt—and so was his foot in human form.

That could be a problem.

Would Zhou Ci make the connection?

He unwrapped the bandage. The purplish bruise and the gash matched perfectly.

This wasn’t going to be easy to explain.

He couldn’t yet gauge how deep Zhou Ci’s feelings for him truly ran.

If Zhou Ci connected the dots…

That would be dangerous.

Li Cheng narrowed his eyes, turned toward the holographic screen in the living room, and dialed Zhou Ci’s number.

He switched to video mode.

The call connected almost instantly. Zhou Ci’s voice carried a trace of tension. “Li Cheng, where are you?”

The background behind Li Cheng clearly showed their home.

Li Cheng pressed his lips together, then raised his hands to sign: “I was just at Night Street. It got dark and I got scared. I saw it was about time for you to get off work, so I came home.”

He paused, face turning slightly pitiful. “I’m home now… Why aren’t you back yet?”

The worry in Zhou Ci’s voice was unmistakable. “I’m on my way right now.”

“When will you be here?” Li Cheng asked softly. “I’m scared.”

“Soon. I’ll be home soon.” Zhou Ci’s tone was urgent, almost breathless.

Li Cheng nodded obediently.

After hanging up, he limped to the front door to wait for him.

He’d removed the bandage—under the darkness, the injury wasn’t noticeable.

When Zhou Ci’s car finally pulled up, Li Cheng waited in the shadows.

As soon as Zhou Ci stepped out, Li Cheng smiled and ran toward him.

His gaze flicked briefly to a sharp stone on the ground—the one he’d strategically placed earlier.

Seeing Li Cheng running toward him, Zhou Ci’s expression softened with a mix of irritation and relief.

“Slow down.” He moved toward him quickly.

They hadn’t seen each other in a few hours, but it already felt like forever.

After only a few steps, Li Cheng stumbled on the sharp stone. His knee hit the ground, a jagged edge slicing into his skin.

“Ah…” He winced, brows furrowing in pain.

Zhou Ci rushed over immediately. “Li Cheng!” He crouched down and pulled him up, his heart aching at the sight of the bleeding wound.

“How could you be so careless?”

Zhou Ci’s brow furrowed hard, and without hesitation, he scooped Li Cheng up into his arms.

“Don’t move.”