Possessive Madman Coaxes Him With a Hand on His Waist! The Cold-Hearted Host Starts to Feel Something - Chapter 89

As Li Cheng was about to leave, Zhou Ci caught him by the back of the neck. “Let me kiss you again.”

“Mm…”

“And let me touch you again.”

…

The next morning, Zhou Ci got up early and headed to the Weapons Research Center.

When Li Cheng came into the living room, he saw Little Tail dressed neatly in the black uniform of the center—looking rather serious for once.

The moment Little Tail spotted Li Cheng, his eyes twitched. “Master, you’re dirty again.”

Li Cheng walked over and gave the kid’s head a light pat. “That’s grown-up business. Kids shouldn’t meddle.”

Little Tail pointed toward the kitchen.

“Master, Zhou Ci said your breakfast is in the pot. If you don’t like it, you can use his money to buy whatever you want.”

Li Cheng’s lips curved slightly. “And you? Have you eaten yet, sweetheart?”

“Hmph.” Little Tail snorted loudly. “He said he didn’t make any for me. Told me to eat at the research center cafeteria.”

Li Cheng let out a small hum, trying hard not to laugh. “Come on, have breakfast with Dad.”

Little Tail didn’t seem bothered by the nickname. He tucked a short blade into his belt pocket.

“Zhou Ci said if I’m late, they’ll dock my pay. I still have to support you, you know.”

Li Cheng: …

Little Tail straightened his collar as he talked, heading toward the door. “I heard there’s overtime pay. Soon, I’ll have enough to rent us a place of our own, Master.”

Li Cheng frowned. What a capable little brat.

When Little Tail left that morning, it was already dusk by the time he returned—with Zhou Ci beside him.

Li Cheng had spent the whole day curled up at home. When the doorbell rang, he rushed to answer it.

He was smiling—until the moment the door opened. His guard went up instantly.

Besides Zhou Ci and Little Tail, there were two others.

One wore a dark uniform with a badge on his chest—
the insignia of the Supreme Bureau of the Illusory Realm.

The blue dove emblem on his chest was the same symbol that hung from the flags lining the streets.

And the other… was Bai Si from the Weapons Research Center!

That doctor-like man Li Cheng had met last time—the one who looked more like a deranged serial killer wielding a scalpel—was apparently his student.

Having these two show up together felt suspicious as hell.

Li Cheng looked toward Zhou Ci, his gaze faintly tinged with unease.

Did Zhou Ci bring them here himself?

Was he testing him again… or had someone already discovered his true identity?

Zhou Ci brushed past the two men and entered first. He grabbed Li Cheng’s hand. “Did you miss me?”

Li Cheng pulled his hand back.

He didn’t answer.

Turning politely toward the two men at the door, he said evenly, “Are you Mr. Zhou’s friends? Please, come in and have a seat.”

“Hello, Mr. Li. I’m Zhou Qi from the Supreme Bureau’s Genetics Division.” The man in uniform gave him a polite nod.

Bai Si, on the other hand, stepped directly inside, explaining bluntly,

“Here’s the situation. Zhou Ci is the lead director of the Weapons Research Center, directly tied to the Illusory Realm’s security defense network. He’s one of the Bureau’s most valued talents.”

He paused, a faint smirk on his lips. “The Bureau is naturally concerned about someone so important. We heard the two of you had a flash marriage—and didn’t even complete a premarital exam. So we’re here today to draw a small blood sample and check your genetic compatibility. We’ll also enter it into the system for record.”

Li Cheng mentally rolled his eyes. Genetic compatibility, my ass.

It’s not like they were planning to have a baby—they were clearly trying to confirm his identity with this whole charade.

Li Cheng turned to Zhou Ci, forcing a faint smile. “Did you bring them here?”

“They came with Bureau credentials. I’m part of a subordinate division; I can’t refuse.” Zhou Ci glared at Zhou Qi.

“It’s fine. Just a quick blood draw,” he said, as if to calm Li Cheng’s growing tension.

“Once they’re done, I’ll send them away immediately.”

Whether it was the truth or not, his tone gave nothing away.

Li Cheng saw that the two men had already stepped into the living room.

Bai Si placed his medical case on the coffee table.

Li Cheng slowed his pace. Zhou Ci… still doesn’t trust me.

【Host, those two weren’t brought by Zhou Ci. He didn’t want them here. Bai Si used the Bureau credentials—he really couldn’t say no.】

Li Cheng: But he looks perfectly calm.

【Because that idiot Zhou Ci doesn’t believe you’re a demon anymore!】

【Who’s ever heard of a demon with legs that delicate and weak? Or one who could take a gene serum and stay perfectly fine? He thinks you’re just human now!】

Li Cheng rubbed his forehead. His eyes drifted toward Bai Si’s medical case. What’s inside?

【A concealed gene-revealing serum—specially designed for you.】

Li Cheng’s pupils tightened. So… this test can’t be avoided?

【It can affect you, but your divine energy still protects you. It won’t activate immediately—at least not within their expected window. The serum is hidden in the syringe they’ll use.】

【Once they draw your blood, Bai Si will definitely try to linger for about half an hour. If you show no abnormality during that time, you’ll be safe.】

Li Cheng: And after half an hour?

【If your husband doesn’t drop dead from shock, then it’s true love.】

When Bai Si took out the syringe, Li Cheng calmly sat down on the couch.

He rolled up his sleeve, his expression unbothered, almost relaxed.

Zhou Ci patted Bai Si’s shoulder, his voice edged with warning.

“Be gentle. If he says it hurts, I’ll turn you into a pincushion.”

Bai Si chuckled. Looking at Li Cheng, he began the formal questioning. “Mr. Li, you’re twenty this year, correct?”

Li Cheng: Thanks for asking—Grandpa here just turned three thousand two hundred.

He nodded politely. “Mm.”

Bai Si swabbed Li Cheng’s arm with alcohol. “I heard that before marrying you, Mr. Zhou spent years dealing with demonic beasts?” His tone was laced with curiosity and suspicion.

“What’s your view on demons, Mr. Li?” Bai Si clearly anticipated his response, though his hands never stopped moving.

Li Cheng answered evenly, “I don’t have much of an opinion. Some demons are like people, and some people act worse than demons. Don’t you agree, Dr. Bai?”

His tone was calm and cool, but the counterquestion hit sharp.

“Heh… People worse than demons—few dare say that in the Illusory Realm.” Bai Si laughed quietly.

Before Li Cheng could respond, pain shot through his arm—the needle was already in.

Damn.

It was potent—almost dizzying.

He blinked once, his expression neutral.

When the vial was half full, Zhou Ci suddenly barked, “That’s enough! Why draw so much?”

He started to step forward, but Li Cheng stopped him. “It’s fine. They have procedures to follow.”

Moments later, Bai Si withdrew the needle.

Zhou Ci immediately began ushering them toward the door.

“You’ve finished your protocol. You can leave now.”

“Ah, right.” Bai Si motioned for Zhou Qi to take out a stack of papers and hand them to Li Cheng.

“Since you’re legally registered as Mr. Zhou’s spouse, the Bureau grants you certain privileges—access and welfare benefits equal to our officers’. We’ll just need your signature on these documents.”

Li Cheng understood instantly. Stalling for time, huh?

He took the documents and began reading them carefully.

Bai Si kept glancing at his watch, anticipation flickering across his face.

Half an hour later, his smile faltered.

Li Cheng remained perfectly normal—calm, composed, utterly human.

Finally, Li Cheng glanced at the clock and signed the last page. “All done, Dr. Bai. Thank you for making the trip.”

“Ah.” Bai Si’s gaze froze. He accepted the papers stiffly and stood up.

Zhou Ci’s tone was still firm. “Protocol’s over. You can go now.”

Bai Si looked back at Li Cheng several times as he walked to the door. Li Cheng nodded politely, smiling with impeccable grace—even walking them out himself.

Once the door closed behind them, the breath Li Cheng had been holding escaped in a slow, shaky exhale.

His hand trembled slightly as he pushed the door shut—

Bang!