The Love Reality Show's Big Boss and Little Sweetie - Chapter 35

[Who is this red-haired guy? So arrogant.]

[No one’s more arrogant than the Demon King.]

[Look at that car, is he a racer too?]

[Quite handsome, but the red hair is… questionable.]

[That cocky attitude seems like he’s cosplaying the Demon King…]

[Is the production team so broke they’re putting guests in a place like this?]

[It looks like a regular house, way worse than the villa.]

…

The two-story house had a large yard and spacious rooms. While not as exquisitely decorated as the villa, it looked decent overall. At least Mu Chi was satisfied; the house had a lived-in feel.

After looking around the first floor, which had a shower room, bathroom, storage room, followed by the kitchen, dining room, living room, and study, they found the bedrooms on the second floor, connected by an L-shaped corridor. The production team had put name tags on the doors. Mu Chi’s room was right in the middle of the L-shape. The space inside was particularly large, with four windows, a separate bathroom and shower, and even room to partition off a small study.

The wall outside the window was covered with honeysuckle, its slender, delicate golden flowers blooming all over the surface.

Pushing open the wooden lattice window, the refreshing floral scent mixed with the salty, astringent sea breeze rushed in.

Mu Chi widened his dark, peach-blossom eyes and saw a stretch of blue sea and sky bathed in sunlight. The cries of seagulls faintly reached his ears, melodious like a piano piece.

The surprise came suddenly. So, this was a seaside town.

Xu Wuxing joyfully ran around spreading the news: “I see the sea! I see the sea! Hahaha!”

[Poor kid, grown up but barely seen the ocean a few times.]

[Xingbao is so cute, mommy wants a hug!]

[Wow, it’s really beautiful! Where is this?]

[OMG OMG OMG!!! Isn’t this my hometown???]

[Ahhhh! I planned to travel here next month, but forget that, I’m leaving tomorrow!]

[Heaven bless me to run into my male god!!]

Even Lucas, who had been frowning, couldn’t help but beam and tell everyone he met, “Although there’s no pool here, there’s a whole ocean for me to play in!”

Xu Wuxing’s attitude improved too: “Can you surf?”

“Of course. Want to learn?”

“Sure!”

“Say ‘Gege, teach me,’ and I’ll teach you.”

Xu Wuxing’s face changed in an instant. “I’ll go ask Brother Qi. He definitely knows how to do everything.”

Lucas: “…”

Qi Liao was moving supplies brought by the production team from their vehicle. Xu Wuxing came and asked if he could surf. He said yes. Xu Wuxing bootlicked: “Will you teach me?”

Qi Liao: “For this sport, it’s better to find a professional coach.”

“Oh.” Xu Wuxing pouted. “I’ll go ask Brother Mu.”

Qi Liao: “I’ll teach you. No charge.”

Xu Wuxing immediately started diligently helping move supplies, throwing in a complaint about Lucas for good measure.

But actually, Mu Chi didn’t know how to surf either. Hearing that Qi Liao was going to teach Xu Wuxing, he also raised his hand to sign up: “I want to learn too.”

Qi Liao: “Mn.”

Mu Chi said to Xu Wuxing, “Then from now on, I’m your senior martial brother (shixiong).”

Xu Wuxing didn’t hesitate either. “Senior Brother!”

Hao Wenrou asked weakly, “Can I learn too?”

Qi Liao, absentmindedly stuffing ingredients into the fridge without turning around, said, “Learn to swim properly first.”

“I can swim.”

“Not well enough. Needs more practice.”

Hao Wenrou let out a disappointed “Oh.” Lucas, unwilling, sidled up to him and said, “I’ll teach you.”

Hao Wenrou turned his face away. “Forget it. I’ll just stick to swimming.”

Lucas went to ask Ying Xuan if he wanted to learn to surf.

Ying Xuan politely declined: “Thank you, but no need.”

Lucas shattered on the spot, much to the netizens’ amusement.

When it was time to prepare lunch, the natural gas had been connected in advance. The only difficulty was that the kitchen only had a fan, no air conditioning. Cooking was bound to be unbearably hot.

Ying Xuan stayed for a while before sweating profusely. Qi Liao stubbornly managed to cook a table full of dishes and brought them to the dining room.

Mu Chi felt incredibly distressed. “You’ll get heatstroke like this.”

Qi Liao: “Mn. I’ll beat up the director before I get heatstroke.”

Director: ………………

[Hahahahaha one second I’m feeling sorry for the Demon King, the next I’m laughing my head off!]

[The Demon King’s skill hasn’t diminished; he’s still so good at retorts.]

[A tough guy’s fists aren’t that easy to take.]

[@YouHadItComing @YouHadItComing Director]

[Type 1 if you want to see the director get beaten up.]

[111111]

The director immediately had his assistant contact air conditioning installers to come and scolded, “Am I that stingy? Would I even be unwilling to install AC? I’m deducting 100 yuan from each of your bonuses!”

After the noon rest, Mu Chi started tidying the desk. The items here were all old. Even after placing the desk lamp brought from the villa, it still felt full of retro charm.

Mu Chi really liked this feeling, as if he had returned to his home from elementary school days—the green floral-patterned curtains, the brick-red window frames, the summer breeze blowing in, and the dappled shadows of trees.

He was immersed in feeling silently for a while when his phone suddenly rang. It was a call from his younger sister.

“Finished your exams?” Mu Chi asked.

Mu Mian sobbed: “Brother, you should just quit that stupid dating show. Something happens every other day.”

Mu Chi knew then that his sister had seen the replay of him falling into the water. “It’s fine. I’m perfectly fine now. Don’t worry.”

“How can I not worry? If something happened to you, how heartbroken would Mom and Dad be?” Mu Mian’s voice hinted at tears.

Mu Chi comforted her for a long time, finally getting the girl to stop her dangerous imaginings. “That time was just an accident. I’ve moved to a new place now, everything’s going smoothly.”

Mu Mian hemmed and hawed for a moment. “Brother, what’s going on with you and Qi Liao?”

If it were anyone else, Mu Chi would have admitted it openly, but he felt a bit embarrassed with family. “Kids shouldn’t meddle in such things.”

“I’m not a kid! I’ve been an adult for a long time.”

“Alright, I’ll call you next time. It’s nighttime where you are, right? Don’t stay up late, go to sleep. Don’t overthink things, be careful of dark circles, hair loss, and getting ugly.”

Mu Mian gave a coquettish huff and hung up.

Everyone gradually gathered in the living room to discuss the afternoon’s activities. Xu Wuxing couldn’t wait to say, “It’s definitely surfing! Let’s go buy surfboards first.”

No one objected. Qi Liao said, “Then let’s go pick out boards first. Remember to bring sunscreen.”

Two cars: one in the courtyard, one parked in the open space outside the yard. Every household had a car parked in front. The most eye-catching was the sky-blue sports car next door, incredibly cool. Mu Chi couldn’t help but look at it a few more times.

Qi Liao glanced at it and said, “Porsche 718, entry-level model. If you want one, I can give you one.”

“?” Mu Chi quickly shook his head. “But I don’t know how to drive.”

“I’ll teach you.”

Mu Chi was extremely tempted. “Alright then.”

[？？？？]

[A car worth over a million, just given away??]

[And he calls it ‘entry-level’? Just how rich is the Demon King?]

[Mu Chi doesn’t seem to know how much that sports car costs.]

[This is what they mean about ‘fools have fortune’ huh.]

Qi Liao needed to close the main gate, letting the car inside leave first. Ying Xuan drove with Lucas, who had already regained his energy, rolling down the window and blowing a flamboyant kiss at everyone.

Xu Wuxing disdainfully said, “Return to sender!”

Lucas angrily: “It’s not a curse!”

Qi Liao’s car followed behind. Unfamiliar with the area, Ying Xuan drove relatively slowly, constantly watching out for pedestrians. Qi Liao wasn’t in a hurry either, just followed along leisurely.

Mu Chi looked at the houses outside the window.

Xu Wuxing: “Brother Mu, what are you looking at?”

Mu Chi: “The houses.”

“What’s interesting about houses?”

“Just think residential houses look nicer than skyscrapers.”

Hao Wenrou also said, “Yeah, I lived in this kind of house when I was little. It feels very nostalgic.”

Mu Chi was pleasantly surprised that Hao Wenrou shared his feeling. “Right? It’s very nostalgic.”

The two chatted briefly about childhood memories. Xu Wuxing couldn’t get a word in and pouted, calling to Qi Liao, “Brother Qi, have you lived in this kind of house before?”

Qi Liao: “Lived in an apartment when studying abroad. Even more rundown than this.”

“Ah, no wonder you can endure hardship so well,” Xu Wuxing sighed.

Qi Liao: “…It wasn’t enduring hardship, it was tolerance.”

“No wonder you’re so patient. I couldn’t stand it at all,” Xu Wuxing continued with his awkward praise.

Mu Chi was about to get secondhand embarrassment and was just going to change the subject when he heard two honks from behind. Looking in the rearview mirror, it was, of all people, the red-haired guy’s sports car from next door.

As luck would have it, Ying Xuan’s car had to stop to yield to an elderly lady just then. Qi Liao also had to stop, and the car behind impatiently honked its horn several times.

Ying Xuan got out, gestured an apology to the car behind, and helped the old lady climb up the slope.

The honking from behind stopped.

But when the cars started moving again, still at that slow pace, the red-haired guy directly closed the distance, almost bumping into the rear of Qi Liao’s car.

[?? Is the red-haired guy that hot-tempered?]

[Will waiting two minutes make you ‘goodbye’?]

[Ying Xuan is really so good, I’m becoming a fan.]

[The Demon King is angry. Red-haired guy, you’re done for.]

The reason netizens could tell Qi Liao was angry wasn’t from his face, but from his fingers tapping the steering wheel. Mu Chi rolled down his window, stuck his head out, and shouted at the car behind, “Slow down!”

The car behind responded by honking its horn even louder.

Qi Liao pulled Mu Chi back into the car with one hand and slammed on the brakes with his foot—

*BAM—!* The car behind also braked hard, but still rear-ended them.

Xu Wuxing and Hao Wenrou each let out a cry.

Qi Liao’s words steadied everyone: “Stay put.”

After speaking, he opened the car door, jumped out, and strode to the window of the car behind in a few steps, looking down at the driver. “Get out.”

The red-haired guy got out of his car, confronting Qi Liao. “You stopped first.”

Qi Liao: “On roads without a center line, the speed limit in urban areas is 30 km/h. My speed was completely within limits. By extension, the distance between two vehicles should be over 30 meters.”

“…”

“Shall we call the police?” Qi Liao took out his phone.

The red-haired guy was left speechless. “How much do you want?”

Qi Liao said coldly, “I want your promise. Stay far away from my car from now on. Can you do that?”

“… Fine.” The red-haired guy clenched his fists, but could only swallow this lesson.

Qi Liao said no more, strode back to his car, and started the engine again.

Hao Wenrou asked, “Aren’t you asking for compensation? Is the rear bumper damaged?”

“The rear’s tough. It can take it.”

Mu Chi was indignant inside, but on the surface, he had to maintain his aloof male god persona: “He’s really too arrogant.”

Qi Liao raised his hand, placed it on Mu Chi’s head, and turned his head forward. “Look ahead.”

Mu Chi kept his eyes forward but secretly stretched his hand out the window, giving the car behind the middle finger.

The red-haired guy, who had just gotten back into his car: “…”

Mu Chi felt it wasn’t enough. He waved the middle finger up, down, left, and right. He thought the audience hadn’t seen, but in reality—

[Mu Chi, that’s enough! You think we didn’t see??]

[Hahahahaha I’m dying of laughter]

[The Demon King is mighty. Being arrogant while sticking to reason is a whole other level of cool.]

[The red-haired guy’s expression looks like he swallowed a fly.]

[This incident teaches us: obey traffic rules, or face the consequences.]

[Mu Chi is standing up for Qi Liao. This is love!]