The Love Reality Show's Big Boss and Little Sweetie - Chapter 38

In all his life, the most melodramatic thing Mu Chi had ever witnessed was back in middle school, when two students from the neighboring class looked very similar and were often mistaken for twins.

It was eventually uncovered that Student A’s father had cheated on his mother with Student B’s mother. Student B was born less than a year after Student A.

These two half-brothers were in the same class, frequently fought, and it wasn’t until both sets of parents were called in that the whole story came to light. Soon after, both students transferred schools.

Now, Mu Chi was witnessing another scene of suspected infidelity, and the main characters involved were none other than his beloved Qi Liao and the delinquent youth next door.

Mu Chi was utterly shocked, deeply distressed, and filled with indignation: “He’s really your dad?”

Qi Liao, through gritted teeth: “Look at that refined scoundrel. My eldest brother takes after him.”

The handsome middle-aged man who had seemed charming to Mu Chi just a second ago now appeared, upon another look, to be a complete and utter refined scoundrel!

Mu Chi was filled with righteous indignation: “Gege, if you can’t bring yourself to do it, I’ll deal with him for you.”

Qi Liao’s originally dark and gloomy face suddenly broke into a smile when he saw Mu Chi’s righteous fury burning. But the smile vanished in an instant. “No need. I’ll handle it myself.”

Mu Chi closely followed Qi Liao’s back. After going downstairs, he spotted a long green broom and immediately grabbed it.

“Brother Mu, what are you doing?” Xu Wuxing called from upstairs.

Mu Chi had no time to answer. He was like a gangster lackey in a Hong Kong movie, following his boss ready to pull off a big one—usurping power.

Parked outside the neighbor’s house, besides the Porsche, was indeed a Bentley—one of the favorite rides for bosses, considered low-key, luxurious, and connotative.

Mu Chi, not recognizing the car, said, “Why did your dad come in a taxi?”

Qi Liao: “…That’s a Bentley. It does look a bit like a taxi, though.”

Before they’d even started their ‘big task,’ Mu Chi had already made a blunder. Fortunately, only Qi Liao knew. He said, “Let’s go hijack that car first, to prevent your dad from escaping and denying everything.”

No sooner had he spoken than the driver’s door of the Bentley opened. Out stepped a familiar face often seen on the dating show—Uncle Qin, the Qi family driver.

Uncle Qin walked over cheerfully. “Young Master!”

Two bodyguards emerged from somewhere behind him, saluting in unison: “Good day, Young Master!”

Qi Liao: “Get lost, ten meters away.”

“…” The bodyguards, unable to show their joy, retreated ten meters and resumed hiding.

Uncle Qin was also startled by Qi Liao’s expression and didn’t dare approach further. “Young Master, what’s wrong?”

Qi Liao glared with venomous eyes at the neighbor’s silver gate. “Tell my dad to come out.”

Although Uncle Qin didn’t know the reason, he went to fetch the boss. Inside the gate, Qi Family Chairman Qi Changfeng, hearing his son was looking for him, smiled and said to Xia Yang, “His temper is just like that. Don’t mind him.”

Xia Yang showed no reaction.

Qi Changfeng went out to see his son, not showing a trace of panic, and greeted him with a smile. “Son!”

Qi Liao glanced at Xia Yang behind his father, his expression turning even colder. “Care to explain?”

Qi Changfeng was puzzled: “Explain what?”

“Why are you here?” Qi Liao clenched his fists, cracking his knuckles with two audible cracks.

Even if he were  slow, Qi Changfeng could tell his son was in a bad mood and seemed inclined towards violence. This was a rare situation. He believed he hadn’t done anything to wrong his son.

Qi Changfeng stopped walking and said, “I came to see you. Coincidentally, Xia Yang is also here. He’s one of the children I sponsored back in the day. You both share a love for racing; you should get along well.”

“…”

“Son?”

Qi Liao was digesting this information, assessing its credibility.

Meanwhile, Mu Chi, who had already raised the broom, slowly lowered his “weapon,” watching for Qi Liao’s reaction.

In the cold and tense atmosphere, Qi Changfeng belatedly understood the situation. He hurriedly explained, “Son, you mustn’t misunderstand! I only have you and Qi Yuan as my children! If I’m lying to you, may I be struck by lightning!”

Qi Liao didn’t want to dwell on it further. “Does Mom know?”

“Of course! Your mother and I sponsored him together.” Qi Changfeng didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “She knows I’m here. How could I possibly…”

Qi Liao nodded. “Alright then.”

“You weren’t actually thinking of hitting me just now, were you?”

“Yeah, I was.”

“…” This son was raised to be too tough.

Qi Changfeng’s gaze fell on Mu Chi, full of scrutiny. “You must be Mu Chi?”

Mu Chi didn’t understand how it had turned into a ‘meet the parents’ scenario. He tried hard to hide the broom behind his back. “Yes.”

Qi Changfeng smiled, exuding the kindly demeanor of an elder. “Even better looking than on TV. A very well-matched pair.”

“Well-matched?” Mu Chi asked, but understood the meaning the very next second. The roots of his ears grew warm, and he shot a glance at Qi Liao that was both wanting to speak and shy.

Qi Liao also seemed slightly flushed. He shooed his father away: “The broadcast is about to start. It’s not appropriate for you to be here, Dad.”

Qi Changfeng disliked appearing in the media. “Then I’ll keep it short. You and Xia Yang, behave. Don’t fight.”

Qi Liao retorted without changing his expression: “You should go watch the replay. You’ll be grateful you raised a reasonable, righteous son.”

Qi Changfeng smiled and reached out to ruffle his son’s hair, but Qi Liao blocked his hand. Qi Changfeng sighed, “You kid.”

“I’m not a kid.” Qi Liao was unaccustomed to his father’s affectionate gestures, especially since he hadn’t done them much before.

Qi Changfeng beckoned to Xia Yang. “Come here. This is my son, Qi Liao. He’s two years older than you, so you can consider him your older brother).”

The corner of Xia Yang’s mouth twitched. He turned his face away, unwilling to step forward.

Qi Liao also stood stiffly, almost letting out three cold sneers on the spot. Mu Chi didn’t dare say a word.

Seeing them like this, Qi Changfeng didn’t force it. He just said to Qi Liao, “Anyway, give in to your little brother a bit. He’s still young.”

Qi Liao retorted: “I don’t have a little brother.”

The show was really about to start broadcasting. The director personally came to invite Qi Changfeng. Usually an eccentric and aloof person, he became utterly obsequious in the presence of the symbol of wealth: “Mr. Qi, rest assured, Qi Liao will definitely become a huge star under my care.”

Qi Changfeng: “I don’t ask for him to be a huge star. I just hope he brings a good wife home.”

Director: “…”

Mu Chi: “…”

Wait, you’re a super tycoon, and your wish is that… simple?

Watching the Bentley drive off into the distance, Qi Liao finally turned back. Seeing Mu Chi still standing there dumbly holding the broom, he gently flicked Mu Chi’s forehead with his finger.

Mu Chi snapped out of it, covering his forehead. His peach-blossom eyes blinked, dewy under the rising morning sun.

Viewers who had just seen the broadcast start: [?]

[Director!! Can you even do your job? The broadcast was delayed by ten minutes!!!]

[Dammit, what did I miss?]

[Can someone tell me why they were all gathered at the door early in the morning?]

[They couldn’t have just been watching the sunrise together, right?]

It wasn’t until Xu Wuxing asked during the meal that netizens found out Qi Liao’s father had paid a visit. Someone posted photos of Qi’s father from his youth—he really was a prime example of a refined scoundrel, a pretty boy. Rumors started flying that Father Qi had come to beat the lovebirds with a stick—oppose the relationship.

He tried for ten minutes but couldn’t beat his son, so he slunk away in defeat. The broom in Mu Chi’s hand was ironclad proof—he must have joined the fight, teaming up with Qi Liao for a mixed doubles beatdown of Father Qi!

What a touching testament to their unbreakable bond, flying side-by-side, sharing a common spirit.

In just half a day, the rumors grew more and more absurd , eventually evolving into a story where Mu Chi was actually a celestial being from heaven, constantly unlucky during his mortal trial, and Qi Liao was his destined noble person.

They were destined for a world-shaking, passionate, earth-shattering love, but both sets of parents disapproved, so they decided to flaunt their affection on the dating show.

Father Qi couldn’t stand it and came in person, trying to buy off Mu Chi with a ton of gold bars. But Mu Chi, being a celestial immortal, how could he be interested in such vulgar things? So Father Qi resorted to violence.

At the critical moment, Qi Liao heroically saved the beauty and won the immortal’s heart. Father Qi was utterly defeated under their mixed doubles assault and fled.

The production team: … Netizens are far more talented and imaginative than we thought.

If Mu Chi had a ton of gold bars, would he still need to work his butt off in the entertainment industry?

In the afternoon, Mu Chi carried his surfboard to find Qi Liao. “Let’s go surfing.”

Qi Liao happened to want to clear his mind, so he grabbed his surfboard. On their way downstairs, they ran into Hao Wenrou coming up. He asked what they were doing, and Mu Chi said they were going surfing. Hao Wenrou asked unwillingly, “Can I come along?”

Qi Liao: “Bring a swim ring.”

“…Okay.”

The three arrived at the beach. Hao Wenrou tried every way to get close to Mu Chi. When Mu Chi successfully rode his first complete wave to shore, he ran over and said, “Brother Mu, you’re so smart, you learned so quickly.”

Mu Chi modestly said, “Xu Wuxing learned much faster than me.”

“He’s a dancer, so he naturally has many techniques. You’re different; you built your skills solidly step by step.”

Mu Chi felt flattered by the praise, but on the surface, he tried to maintain his aloof  male god image. “It’s alright, I guess.”

Hao Wenrou liked Mu Chi just like this. He grabbed his arm and shook it slightly, as if acting coquettishly. “Teach me, please.”

“What?”

“Surfing.” Hao Wenrou looked delicate and pitiable. “Brother Qi won’t teach me. You’re the only one who can teach me now.”

[Wow oh oh oh~]

[This country bumpkin loves a showdown, hehe.]

[Fight, fight, fight!]

[The Demon King is here!]

Hao Wenrou saw Qi Liao approaching, but she didn’t let go. Instead, she held onto Mu Chi’s firm, slender arm tighter. “Brother Mu, please?”

Mu Chi hesitated. “I’ve only just learned myself. I can’t teach you.”

“It’s okay… Ah.”

Mu Chi was pulled away by Qi Liao. Qi Liao gave Hao Wenrou a cold glance. “If you want to die, don’t drag others down with you.”

Hao Wenrou’s palm was empty, and so was his heart. Trembling, on the verge of tears, he said, “I’m not…”

“Having someone who just learned how to surf teach you—isn’t that seeking death?”

“But… you won’t teach me either.”

“Not a single baby in this world skips crawling and stands up directly. If you can’t swim properly, learning to surf only harms yourself and others.”

“I can swim!” Hao Wenrou could no longer maintain her gentle facade. He stared fixedly at Qi Liao. “If you don’t want to teach me, fine, but you’re even stopping Mu Chi from teaching me? You’re clearly just jealous!”

Qi Liao’s face darkened further. “Everyone has their own little schemes. I can understand that; I have them too. But I wouldn’t gamble with someone else’s life because of those schemes.”

“I’m not gambling with Mu Chi’s life!”

“If you died while he was teaching you, his life would be ruined too.”

“…I wouldn’t die.” No matter how Hao Wenrou argued, there were holes in his logic. He sat down sullenly on the sand. Anyone seeing her like that would find it hard to ignore her.

Mu Chi, of course, couldn’t just walk away. He thought for a moment and said, “Wenrou, you deserve better. It’s impossible for us.”

Hao Wenrou lifted his delicate face, full of stubbornness. “How do you know it’s impossible without trying?”

Mu Chi: “The models clash.”

Hao Wenrou was stunned. “…What?”

Mu Chi laid it all out: “Being the top is physically demanding work. I can only be the bottom.”

“………………”

After being so blunt, even Mu Chi felt embarrassed. So he instinctively turned his head away, lifting his eyes to look at Qi Liao.

The camera happened to capture Mu Chi’s eyes. Shaped like peach blossom petals, with pitch-black pupils, they shone even brighter than the sea under the setting sun’s glow. In the shimmering light, they danced with warmth and joy, curving into a soft arc solely for the person before him.

The look in one’s eyes when they like someone simply cannot be hidden.

Qi Liao didn’t realize that when he looked into these eyes, at this face, it was with the same warmth, the same heartbeat frequency.

He just wanted to kiss Mu Chi.