The Love Reality Show's Big Boss and Little Sweetie - Chapter 33

The mud cannonball battle came to an abrupt halt when the police arrived.

By now, Zhao Jie was covered in dust and dirt, his face bruised blue and purple, looking like he’d been mauled by a pig. He stared wide-eyed at Qi Liao and Mu Chi. “You called the police?!”

Mu Chi stood with his hands on his hips. “Shouldn’t we call the police for a lawbreaker like you?”

The police surveyed the scene and asked matter-of-factly, “Who dug up this road?”

Mu Chi raised his hand and pointed at Zhao Jie. “Him! It was him! He brought people to dig it. He wanted to trap us here to die! Uncle Officer, you must uphold justice for us!”

The police officers, barely in their thirties: “…”

Ying Xuan silently felt a sense of relief; finally, someone else understood how he felt when Mu Chi had called him ‘Uncle’ before.

The lead officer coughed dryly and asked Zhao Jie, “Is what he said true?”

Zhao Jie began to panic a little now, hemming and hawing for a long time without giving a clear answer. Meanwhile, the workers he brought confessed without being pressed: “We were just listening to him! He told us to dig, so we dug. You can’t punish us! He was the one who led it!”

Zhao Jie grew frantic, his face red. “What nonsense are you spouting? If I hadn’t hired you migrant workers, you’d still be wandering the streets!”

“Anyway, we got the money already, heading back home in a couple of days. What can you do to us?” The workers just wanted to distance themselves from Zhao Jie.

The police recorded their entire conversation, then asked, “Who started the fight?”

Zhao Jie saw his chance for retaliation and pointed at Mu Chi. “Him! He threw the first punch!”

Mu Chi responded fluently: “He was the one provoking a disturbance and told us to hit him. That was entirely his own voluntary wish.”

The police nodded and said to Zhao Jie, “Come with us.”

Zhao Jie roared impotently, “Why aren’t you arresting him!”

“Can’t you see we can’t even get over there?”

“…”

Mu Chi almost laughed but managed to hold it in.

The police directed the workers: “You have one hour to fill in this road.”

The workers immediately picked up their tools and started working zealously. Their simple, honest demeanor made it hard to blame them too much.

Zhao Jie was taken away in a police car, leaving two officers behind to supervise the work. The production team members got in their cars or found shade to cool off. After the adrenaline faded, Mu Chi felt dizzy and was stuffed into the car by Qi Liao, who opened a water bottle and poured in two small packets of glucose for him to drink.

Mu Chi drank half the bottle in small sips. When he felt better, he said, “Zhao Jie should behave himself for a while now, right?”

Qi Liao stared at Mu Chi drinking, finally unable to stand it anymore. He pulled out a couple of wet wipes and wiped Mu Chi’s face. “Instead of thinking about others, you should worry about yourself.”

Mu Chi used the wet wipes on his face. He hadn’t realized how dirty he was until he wiped; the tissue turned black immediately.

Thinking he had been facing Qi Liao with this filthy face, Mu Chi quickly wiped his face over and over. Looking down, he saw his clothes were also grimy and grey—he was practically a walking dirt bun.

“…”

The dirt bun looked at Qi Liao gloomily, then noticed that Qi Liao was also a dirt bun. The feeling of finding a kindred spirit replaced his gloom, and his eyes curved into a smile. “We’re both so dirty.”

Qi Liao brushed the dirt clods from his hair. “You’re the dirtiest.”

Mu Chi had no rebuttal. His beautiful face scrunched up slightly. “I ache all over.”

“Where does it hurt?”

“Everywhere.”

“I’ll take a look when we get back.”

Mu Chi couldn’t help but imagine himself standing before Qi Liao wrapped in a towel, letting the towel “accidentally” fall, then Qi Liao giving in to his beastly desires and pouncing on him—

“Pfft—HAHAHAHA!” Mu Chi burst out laughing.

Qi Liao looked at him.

Mu Chi reined in his laughter, hastily finding a random excuse: “I was just thinking about how funny Zhao Jie looked when he was defeated.”

Qi Liao: “I think you’re funnier.”

“…”

Working against the clock for an hour, the road was barely filled, but deep tire ruts were left after the cars drove over it. It would definitely need fresh cement, and the cost would naturally come from the Zhao family.

On the way back, it indeed started to rain. Along with the rain, transparent, granular pellets hit the car window. Mu Chi exclaimed in surprise, “Snow in July?”

Qi Liao said, “It’s hail. Summer winds blow from the Pacific, meeting low pressure from Siberia, creating strong convection. When water vapor condenses too quickly, it turns into hail and falls.”

“You understand the weather too?” Mu Chi couldn’t help but feel admiration.

Qi Liao said expressionlessly, “They taught that in middle school geography.”

“…Oh. I forgot.”

[The male god has really turned into a silly goose…]

[My aloof male god, ahhh!]

[Mu Chi, do you know how silly you are?]

[I’m un-fanning.]

[I actually find this Mu Chi more real. Switching from casual observer to fan.]

The hail fell pitter-patter. The windshield wipers swept continuously across the window, but even so, driving required extreme caution. Mu Chi watched the road with intense concentration.

Who knew the hail would only get heavier? The car roof was already pounding loudly. Qi Liao loved his car, and for the latter half of the journey, he drove almost entirely with a furrowed brow.

They finally made it back to the villa. Qi Liao found an umbrella and gave it to Mu Chi.

Mu Chi got out holding the umbrella and went to the driver’s side to escort Qi Liao.

Once inside the villa, they took all the umbrellas from the stand to deliver to the others.

After ten minutes of chaotic hustle, the hail was still falling. Mu Chi saw a hailstone the size of a fist, picked it up to play with. “If this hit someone on the head, it’d split it open.”

“Don’t talk nonsense.” Qi Liao pulled Mu Chi under the eaves.

Mu Chi watched the hailstones of all sizes rolling wildly on the ground and suddenly cried out, “Diyi Shuai!”

A trace of worry flickered across Qi Liao’s face.

With a crash, broken tiles fell from the eaves, followed by a hailstone as big as a small watermelon, landing right before Mu Chi’s eyes.

Mu Chi was startled. “So big!”

Qi Liao glanced at the gloomy sky and said, “Wait here. I’ll go get Diyi Shuai.”

Mu Chi obediently didn’t cause any trouble. “Go quickly, come back soon.”

Xu Wuxing came out of the house. “Brother Mu, go take a shower— Whoa! Hail this big??”

Mu Chi stared at the colossal hailstone, a sight seen only once in a hundred years, rendered speechless.

Ying Xuan leaned against the doorframe and said, “Hail this big can be considered a natural disaster. I hope other places aren’t affected.”

Lucas added, “Wasn’t this place supposed to be an auspicious site with excellent feng shui? Why would a natural disaster happen here? Could it be that the villa’s owner moved because of this?”

“……” That actually seemed possible.

Mu Chi speculated, “Could this be a warning from the heavens for us to leave this place?”

[Nothing good has happened since Mu Chi arrived here…]

[And now he’s lost his memory and turned into a silly goose /sobs]

[The only good thing is that he met the Demon King.]

[The Demon King really is Mu Chi’s noble person!]

[And also his man.]

Even the director began to doubt himself. Was this place truly unlucky? Incidents kept happening every few days…

Qi Liao returned with his dog, his expression displeased. Mu Chi looked closely; Diyi Shuai’s left hind leg seemed slightly lame, as if he was afraid to put weight on his paw.

Seeing everyone, the dog let out a pitiful whine directed solely at Mu Chi.

“What happened?” The hail had already stopped, leaving only a light drizzle, so Mu Chi went out to meet them.

Qi Liao said, “Probably got hit by hail.”

“……”

Mu Chi fixed the director with a long, deep stare.

Director: “I’ll pay the vet bills.”

“That’s not enough.”

“……Then what do you want?”

“Change houses!”

And so, on this day, for the first time, a dating show was forced to relocate mid-broadcast due to an irresistible force of nature.

Of course, relocation required preparation. The director promised that if they endured just one more night, he would arrange a house change tomorrow, guaranteeing a truly auspicious feng shui site.

Ying Xuan smiled and said, “We don’t ask for an auspicious site, only for peace and safety.”

So, this was their last night here.

Mu Chi felt conflicted. He didn’t particularly like this place; it wasn’t his home, so staying always felt unfamiliar. But over these past days, whether raising chickens or swimming, he has made some beautiful memories.

He felt somewhat reluctant to leave.

Carrying an indescribable melancholy, Mu Chi entered the bathroom to prepare for a shower. Crunch—his foot stepped on something, and he almost slipped. Looking down, he saw several fragments of broken roof tiles.

Mu Chi looked up. The cool raindrops fell on his face, seemingly mocking his sentimentality.

“……”

Fine. Not reluctant anymore at all.

Mu Chi went to find Qi Liao. “There’s a big hole in my bathroom. Can I borrow yours to shower?”

Qi Liao: “What a coincidence?”

Mu Chi felt wronged: “You think I’m lying? Go see for yourself if you don’t believe me.”

“That’s not what I meant…”

Xu Wuxing seized the opportunity: “Brother Mu, you can use the bathroom in my room. I’ve already showered.”

Qi Liao glanced at Xu Wuxing, who glared back defiantly. Qi Liao said to Mu Chi in a flat tone, “Suit yourself.”

Mu Chi wouldn’t dare use someone else’s bathroom—it was too hard to explain. He hurried upstairs to Qi Liao’s room. Seeing that he didn’t go to his room, Xu Wuxing felt both angry and dejected. He came downstairs and declared to Qi Liao, “I won’t give up on Brother Mu!”

Qi Liao ignored him completely.

Xu Wuxing: “…”

[Go Xingbao, chase love bravely!]

[So funny, is Mu Chi afraid the Demon King will misunderstand?]

[Pretty obvious the puppy has lost.]

[Xu Wuxing is still too young, too immature.]

[If we’re talking mature, it’s Ying Xuan. Why doesn’t Mu Chi like him then?]

[Just ship your CP, no need to put others down, okay?]

[Ying Xuan joining this dating show was a bad deal; anyone can take a jab at him.]

[If we’re talking a bad deal, it’s Lucas, right? He’s the one who gets scolded every day, haha!]

[How can a playboy even compare to Ying Xuan???]

…

Mu Chi took a thoroughly satisfying shower—he really was sore all over. Looking down to check, he found reddish-purple bruises on his chest, abdomen, the small of his back, and knees.

He hadn’t noticed it before, but seeing them made the pain feel sharper. The more it hurt, the more he wanted to press on them, his eyes instantly welling up with unshed tears.

Wrapped in a bathrobe, Mu Chi sat on Qi Liao’s bed; only this could slightly soothe the pain.

Dinner was ready, but Mu Chi hadn’t come down. Qi Liao went to fetch him. As soon as he entered, he saw Mu Chi lying on the bed, his bathrobe falling open, revealing two straight, long legs that seemed to glow white even in the dim light.

“Time to eat.” Qi Liao switched on the ceiling light.

Mu Chi turned his head drowsily, his eyes bleary with sleep. “Dinner?”

“Mn.” Qi Liao walked to the bedside and reached for Mu Chi’s wrist. “Get up.”

Mu Chi struggled to sit up. Qi Liao’s gaze dropped, pausing on the reddish-purple bruise on his knee.

“From being hit?”

“Yeah.” Mu Chi touched his knee, then pulled open his collar. “There’s one here too.”

A painting of a beauty unfolded before Qi Liao’s eyes: skin white as jade, smooth as cream, adorned with two pink pearls, like the finest silk—perhaps even softer and smoother than silk.

Unfortunately, the silk was marred, bearing blue marks and red blotches.

Qi Liao’s eyes darkened. “All from being hit?”

Mu Chi said plaintively, “It really hurts now. Rub it for me.”

“You need medicated wine specifically for bruises and sprains. I just used some on Diyi Shuai; there’s a bit left.”

“……”

“What? Disgusted?”

“No.” Mu Chi’s face flushed slightly. “Will you apply it for me yourself?”

Qi Liao said with a straight face, “Of course. It requires someone with professional technique; otherwise, the injury could worsen.”

Though he said this, his heartbeat quickened uncontrollably.