The Love Reality Show's Big Boss and Little Sweetie - Chapter 13

When they returned to the vegetable garden, Ying Xuan and Hao Wenrou had also come back, both of them having found nothing. Upon seeing Qi Liao and the chicken in the cameraman’s hands, they couldn’t help but rejoice.

Hao Wenrou was about to ask where Mu Chi was when he saw him climb down from Qi Liao’s back.

“What’s wrong, Mu Ge?” Hao Wenrou stiffened.

“I have hypoglycemia,” Mu Chi said calmly, looking fragile.

“Let’s go back then,” Hao Wenrou said, looking at Qi Liao. “Should we put the chicken back?”

Qi Liao replied succinctly, “No need. Let’s take it back and stew it for everyone to eat.”

Back at the villa, with the air conditioning blowing, Mu Chi felt much better. After drinking some glucose water, he was fully revived. Hao Wenrou had already contacted Xu Wuxing and Lucas, while Qi Liao was outside slaughtering the chicken.

When Xu Wuxing and Lucas returned and saw the bloodstains on the ground, they were terrified: “Murder?”

“Who… who died?” Lucas, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, was hiding behind Xu Wuxing, who was less than 1.8 meters tall, and said,“You go and have a look.”

Xu Wuxing shivered and mustered the courage to say, “We should call the police.”

Just as they were about to call the police, the director, who was filming, gave instructions and said, “It’s chicken blood.”

“Huh?”

The two avoided the chicken blood and entered the villa, where they saw Mu Chi and the others safe and sound. Xu Wuxing teared up: “Mu Ge, I knew you wouldn’t die!”

Mu Chi: “?”

Xu Wuxing sighed in relief one moment, then exclaimed joyfully the next: “Chicken for dinner tonight?”

“Yes.” Hao Wenrou took over, “Qi Ge killed the rooster. Chicken blood can ward off evil spirits. Did it scare you?”

Xu Wuxing: “Of course not.”

Lucas: “I was scared to death.”

“…”

【Lucas is so timid!】

【He’s so focused on romance that he’s the first to run away when danger arises】

【He’s unreliable. Compared to him, I prefer the Big Devil.】

【Qi Liao is the only reliable guest this season, right?】

【And Ying Xuan.】

【To be honest, the Leading Actor’s performance doesn’t seem to have any standout moments.】

【He should stick to acting in movies. Dating shows aren’t suitable for Ying Xuan.】

…

This pot of chicken soup simmered for the entire afternoon, and by dinner time, it was fragrant and aromatic. Mu Chi, who was pretending to be looking at the moon outside, was immediately drawn in and sat down eagerly at the table.

When Qi Liao brought the soup to the table, Mu Chi took the first sip with a reserved attitude—it was scalding hot!

“Hiss.” Mu Chi’s mouth opened slightly, revealing a faintly pink tongue that had been scalded red, and his peach-blossom eyes were brimming with tears.

Qi Liao frowned and quickly poured him a glass of ice water. “Hold it in your mouth, don’t drink it.”

Mu Chi held the ice water in his mouth and walked to the kitchen sink, rinsing his mouth several times until his tongue felt numb and cool, which made him feel much better.

“Mu Ge, are you okay?” Xu Wuxing and the others asked this question at least seven or eight times.

Mu Chi was finally able to speak, “I’m fine.”

  [You can’t eat hot tofu or drink hot soup in a hurry.]

【Wow, it’s all because the chicken soup was too fragrant , it scalded the male lead.】

【Who understands? I’m drooling while watching them eat on the screen.】

【Qi Liao really steps up every time Mu Chi is in danger, even if it’s just getting scalded.】

【Did the big devil King get the Lei Feng buff?】

【Hahahaha, Lei Feng, that’s so accurate!】

Mu Chi poured the hot chicken soup over the rice so that it would cool down quickly.

“Do you like to eat rice soaked in soup?” Ying Xuan suddenly asked, “I’ve seen you eat it this way many times.”

Mu Chi nodded. “I’ve been eating tea-soaked rice since I was a child. In my hometown, we like to drink tea, so we soak rice in green tea, add some seaweed or dried fish, and it’s delicious. This soup-soaked rice is the same method.”

“I heard that eating like this is bad for your stomach,” Hao Wenrou said. “It’s hard to digest.”

Mu Chi: “I’m used to it.”

Since it’s someone else’s habit, others can’t say anything.

Qi Liao casually remarked, “No wonder you’re so thin.”

Mu Chi lifted his head and looked at him, his dark, peach blossom eyes as clear as glass beads. “Am I thin?”

“Yes.”

“Then I’ll eat more rice.” Mu Chi said, picking up a piece of chicken and placing it in his bowl.

Hao Wenrou directly picked up a chicken leg for him, “Mu Ge, you just got out of the hospital, you should eat more.”

Mu Ge smiled back, “Thank you.”

Hao Wenrou’s cheeks turned slightly red.

Not to be outdone, Xu Wuxing also picked up a chicken leg and offered it to Mu Chi, “Brother Mu, eat this.”

Mu Chi: “…There’s only two chicken legs on this chicken.”

Ying Xuan laughed, “It’s okay, just eat.”

“I think we should reward the person who cooked,” Mu Chi said, placing the chicken leg into Qi Liao’s bowl—he could finally give meat to his crush without any qualms!

Qi Liao didn’t refuse, and the two each ate a chicken leg.

After dinner, the group chatted in the living room for a while, wrapping up the day.

The production team usually doesn’t assign tasks; there’s no script, no lines—everyone improvises, with extremely high freedom. Tasks are only assigned during holidays or specific segments.

For example, writing a love letter, going on a date, or having a candlelit dinner.

Mu Chi had lost his memory, so everyone briefly explained the situation to him.

Tomorrow was also the day to write love letters. If there was someone you had feelings for, you could drop the letter into the mailbox outside the villa’s main gate. The contents of the love letters would only be revealed once the two people had successfully gone on a date.

“Oh.” Mu Chi nodded to indicate he understood.

Ying Xuan: “But the director will randomly select one to be made public.”

Mu Chi was stunned: “Then can I not write one?”

“You must write one. Even if you don’t have someone to like, you can write something else.”

Mu Chi felt relieved yet anxious, glancing at Qi Liao with a hint of resentment. He really wanted to write a love letter to him.

Qi Liao: “?”

Until bedtime, Mu Chi kept thinking about this matter—how to write a love letter to Qi Liao?

The air conditioner hummed, blowing cold air that made his hands and feet numb. Mu Chi turned the temperature up to 26°C, and as the room warmed up, an idea struck him. He got out of bed and walked to the desk next to the small balcony, turned on the desk lamp, and found the envelope specifically used for love letters in the drawer.

Mu Chi took out the utility knife from the pen holder, carefully opened the envelope, and took a blue fountain pen. He wrote each word carefully on the inside of the envelope:

“The greatest distance in the world is not standing in front of you and you not knowing I love you, but loving you so deeply that I cannot say I love you.”

“Qi Liao, I love you. If you can discover this, then you must love me too.”

“—Mu Chi.”

After finishing, Mu Chi’s face turned red. He knew very few love poems by heart. This one, “The Farthest Distance in the World,” was from a Tagore poetry collection he had borrowed from a female classmate in middle school to improve his essay scores.

Love, love—it’s truly embarrassing.

Mu Chi sealed the envelope with glue, pressed it with his hand, and sighed after ensuring there were no traces. He cupped his face and gazed at the starry sky outside the window.

When would he be able to openly express his feelings to Qi Liao?

Love brings sorrow. Mu Chi opened the sliding door to the small balcony and stepped outside.

Inside the house, he hadn’t noticed, but once outside, he realized how vast the starry sky was, just like the one he had seen as a child in the mountains. Since moving to the city for school, he had rarely seen such a sight.

Each star was as large as a diamond, emitting blue, red, white, and yellow light. As a child, he had thought they were the colorful diamonds of fairies, but as an adult, he realized some might be the light of an entire galaxy, billions of light-years away from Earth.

“…Do you like stargazing?” A clear, resonant voice drifted over, and Mu Chi knew immediately who it was.

Mu Chi turned his head under the starlight and saw a figure sitting lazily on the windowsill about ten meters away, dressed in a pure black silk nightgown, so inconspicuous that one might not notice it.

“Ge,” Mu Chi whispered, “Be careful not to fall.”

Qi Liao smiled. Perhaps he was about to fall asleep, or perhaps he no longer felt the need to guard against Mu Chi. His usually sharp, impatient features softened considerably, resembling those of a kind-hearted older brother from next door.

Mu Chi was mesmerized.