The Love Reality Show's Big Boss and Little Sweetie - Chapter 40

[What era is this? There are still loan sharks?]

[Loan sharking is illegal. Just call the police!]

[They’re not stupid; they definitely exploit legal loopholes. Reporting them rashly is dangerous.]

[What does the Demon King want to do?]

[Speaking of which, the racing prize money is actually 100,000? I’m shocked.]

[100,000 is very little. Major international competitions offer millions of US dollars.]

[Is this the kind of race the Demon King participates in?? Who has videos?]

[Videos of such races are copyrighted. You need special channels to find them, and they’re paid.]

[Damn, need to use a VPN to watch too.]

[After all, racing is also a sport. Where there’s sport, there are unique techniques, so of course they aren’t publicly available.]

“Get my car here,” Qi Liao called his assistant. “Not too expensive, the one I drove when I was fifteen.”

After hanging up, Mu Chi asked curiously, “You could drive a car at fifteen?”

“That’s how it is for racers,” Qi Liao said. “Start with karting around age ten, enter professional training around fifteen, and participate in F3 or GP2 by eighteen.”

Mu Chi imagined Qi Liao in a racing suit, sitting in a cool car, stepping on the gas, speeding like a charging beast.

Xu Wuxing came down to the living room, overhearing something about racing, and asked, “Brother Qi, are you going to race?”

Qi Liao: “Not sure yet.”

In such a small town, a major event like a race would become known to everyone by afternoon, even if Qi Liao didn’t mention it.

“We’d definitely go watch such a lively event, right?” Lucas asked everyone.

Xu Wuxing looked at Qi Liao with admiration. “Since I was little, I’ve only seen racing in cartoons. Being a racer was my dream once too.”

“If it was your dream, why didn’t you pursue it?” Lucas asked.

“My family had no money back then.”

“Oh, I see. You were poor like Mu Chi once.”

Xu Wuxing looked enthusiastically at Mu Chi. “Yeah, so Brother Mu and I have a lot in common.”

Mu Chi: “…”

Xu Wuxing looked at Mu Chi with starry eyes. “Brother Mu, we agreed to go surfing. Let’s go.”

“Oh.”

Hao Wenrou didn’t go. He seemed still angry and wasn’t talking to anyone, which made his fans feel terribly distressed. The pain of heartbreak is only known to those who have experienced it.

Mu Chi remained completely unaware. He played when he wanted, ate when he wanted, pursued love when he wanted.

Hao Wenrou’s fans: [Our sincere feelings were misplaced. Mu Chi is so cruel.]

Mu Chi’s fans: [What does this have to do with our male god? You can’t force someone to like you if they don’t.]

Since Hao Wenrou wasn’t going, Ying Xuan had to stay behind with him. Otherwise, if something really happened, no one could take responsibility.

“Why make things hard for yourself?” Closing the door, with no cameras around, Ying Xuan decided to speak some hard truths to Hao Wenrou. “You’re so smart, you should have seen long ago that there’s a kind of attraction that pulls between Mu Chi and Qi Liao.”

Hao Wenrou sat dejectedly by the window. “Every love letter I wrote was for Mu Chi, but the director never picked them to be read.”

“It was to maintain suspense. After all, at the time, they were promoting two CPs: you with Mu Chi, and you with Qi Liao. Your letters couldn’t be revealed too early.”

“Yeah, all for promoting CPs.” Hao Wenrou crumpled the letter in his hand, gripping it so hard his hand trembled slightly. “Who cares about what I think?”

Ying Xuan said, “If you had been more honest from the start, you might have succeeded in getting ahead. After all, those two really didn’t get along initially. It’s a pity you wanted both… I’m sorry.”

Hao Wenrou slumped over the desk, his shoulders trembling. “It’s too late. I regret it too late. Mu Chi has been taken away.”

Ying Xuan didn’t state it as an absolute. “Mu Chi is a person; he can’t be ‘taken away.’ People are naturally drawn to more outstanding individuals. If you become such a person, he might not necessarily fail to notice you.”

Hao Wenrou remained sullen. After Ying Xuan left, he actually calmed down. Thinking about Ying Xuan’s words, he suddenly felt as if enlightened. That’s right, he still had a chance!

…

Xu Wuxing’s surfing skills go without saying. His dancing talent was greatly utilized in this sport; he rode the waves seamlessly all the way to the shore.

Mu Chi failed twice before finally making it to shore. Wiping off the salty seawater, his completely makeup-free face was flawless under the camera, without a single spot or mole, his skin white and translucent—simply Nuwa’s final masterpiece.

[Wuwuwu why didn’t the heavens give me such good skin?]

[I declare Mu Chi is the mermaid incarnate!]

[Mu Chi’s bare face is too powerful.]

[Xu Wuxing, your eyeliner is smudged!]

[Hahahahaha, was this to look more refined in front of the male god?]

[Backfired! Xingbao has panda eyes!]

Xu Wuxing, now with panda eyes, was completely unaware. Mu Chi saw it, was silent for a moment, and didn’t comment on Xu Wuxing’s makeup—some people just like smoky makeup, right?

After Qi Liao came ashore, he glanced at Xu Wuxing’s “smoky makeup” and also said nothing.

Lucas, however, gave a thumbs up. “Very personal style.”

The very individualistic Xu Wuxing turned his head and replied very individualistically, “Who asked you?”

Then, all the way from the beach to the car, Xu Wuxing received dozens of strange looks. He was excited and shy: “So many people are looking at me. Am I even handsomer than Brother Qi now?”

Mu Chi: “Not handsome. Eye-catching.”

Xu Wuxing got into the car, satisfied. Then he saw his face in the rearview mirror and let out a sharp shriek.

Since Lucas was sitting right next to him, he became the first victim, almost passing away on the spot.

In the end, Xu Wuxing’s makeup was forcibly removed with wet wipes, rubbing his face until it was red. He felt worse than dead. “Why didn’t any of you tell me?!”

Mu Chi: “I thought it was smoky makeup.”

Lucas: “Hahahaha.”

Xu Wuxing hit him. “What’s so funny?!”

As the car passed over the Round-the-Sea Bridge, several supercars were parked on it, looking very showy. Mu Chi couldn’t help but look a few more times. Qi Liao said, “If you like looking at them, you can have your fill in my garage.”

“How many cars could you possibly have in your garage?”

“About a hundred.”

Mu Chi reacted slowly. “You have over a hundred sports cars?”

“Mn.”

“…”

This number wasn’t just staggering for Mu Chi; even professional racers rarely owned so many sports cars. How much money did that cost? It was an astronomical figure Mu Chi didn’t dare imagine.

Qi Liao’s phone rang. “Answer it for me, on speaker.”

Mu Chi took the phone from the cup holder, answered, and put it on speaker. A professional female voice came through: “The car has arrived, on the helipad at Sunset Hotel.”

“Okay,” Qi Liao acknowledged.

The call duration kept increasing.

“…Hang up.”

Only then did Mu Chi tap to end the call. “That’s it?”

“What else should we say?” Qi Liao laughed in exasperation. “Let’s go to the Sunset Hotel.”

True to its name, the hotel offered views of the sunset. It was an ordinary four-star hotel, but it had the advantage of a helipad, allowing small cargo planes to land directly. The car had been airlifted in.

The assistant was waiting outside and handed over the car keys.

Qi Liao had Lucas drive the production team’s car back first. He was taking Mu Chi for a spin. Xu Wuxing wanted to follow but was refused; even the camera crew couldn’t come along.

A red sports car was parked on the helipad. Hearing Qi Liao say he drove it at fifteen, Mu Chi expected it to be smaller. Surprisingly, it was slightly larger than the average sports car. Sitting inside, one could stretch their legs fully, offering more space for long-legged people.

It was easy to imagine that Qi Liao was already a long-legged boy at fifteen.

It was Mu Chi’s first time in such a luxurious car, and in such a flashy color too. He laughed, “Your taste back then was quite passionate.”

Qi Liao: “I didn’t buy it. My dad gave it to me.”

Mu Chi guessed: “Seems your dad had a racing dream in his youth but couldn’t realize it, so he focused on cultivating you.”

“I’m the only one in my family who likes racing.” Qi Liao skillfully checked the car’s hardware. Finding no issues, he stepped on the gas, and the car shot out with a sharp turn.

Mu Chi let out a happy cry.

Qi Liao laughed, seeming to carry some of the rebellious spirit of his younger days. The production team’s car initially tried to follow but gave up upon seeing this.

The sports car sped along the coastal road. There were few traffic lights and vehicles here, making it a great place for a drive. Qi Liao said, “This should be part of the race track, plus the section around Pomegranate Island.”

Mu Chi nodded. “That’s why we ran into Xia Yang on Pomegranate Island. He was surveying the track.”

Qi Liao’s smile faded slightly. “I’ll take you to survey the track too.”

“Great!” Mu Chi felt carefree in the car filled with the summer evening breeze.

Qi Liao drove him all the way to the Round-the-Sea Bridge at high speed.

Unexpectedly, the few supercars they had seen earlier were still there, driving slowly for some unknown reason. Qi Liao brushed past them and left them thirty meters behind in a second.

As if insulted, those sports cars swooshed after them.

Qi Liao didn’t even glance back, just kept accelerating, circling onto Pomegranate Island. Mu Chi felt dazzled and enchanted. “It’s too fast!”

“If you’re scared, close your eyes,” Qi Liao said, steadily controlling the steering wheel.

“Not scared.” Mu Chi rolled up the window to reduce drag. “Lose the cars behind us.”

During a turn, Qi Liao showed off a drift to the cars behind. Mu Chi felt like he was floating, yet landed steadily. The thrill made his heart almost jump out.

“HAHAHAHA!” Mu Chi laughed heartily.

Seeing he was handling it well, Qi Liao increased the speed to 120 km/h.

The cars behind never managed to catch up. Even when they were about to draw level, they were firmly blocked and couldn’t pass, infuriating them into constant honking mixed with shouts and curses.

Mu Chi rolled down the window a bit and shouted back not to be outdone: “Shut up, you weaklings!”

As they were about to exit the Round-the-Sea Bridge, three or four sports cars blocked the way ahead. Qi Liao braked and slowly came to a stop.

The red sports car was surrounded by cars of various colors, looking very much like they intended to gang up on it. Mu Chi counted: ten sports cars in total, front and back, with ten sloppily dressed guys getting out.

Qi Liao waited for them to approach, tossed out a “Stay put,” and got out of the car.

“You’re pretty cocky, huh?” The green-haired leader’s first words were exactly that. “Even more than someone I know?”

Qi Liao didn’t waste words. “Your choice: one-on-one or all together.”

The green-haired guy acted as if he’d heard the joke of the century, clutching his stomach and laughing like he was convulsing. Then he called to his buddies: “All together!”

Then Mu Chi witnessed a brutal and merciless demonstration of sheer power.

Qi Liao didn’t even seem to exert much effort as he knocked them down one by one. Soon, the ground was covered with moaning men.

Mu Chi pondered: Were they too weak, or was Gege too strong?

The answer was only one: these guys were too weak, and Qi Liao was too strong.

“Just who the hell are you?” The green-haired guy, while moaning, didn’t forget to ask the enemy’s name—a gentleman seeks revenge even ten years later!

Qi Liao: “Move the cars. Otherwise, I’ll beat you up again.”

“…”

The several guys crept away dejectedly, enduring the pain to move their cars. Qi Liao got back in his car, stepped on the gas, and sped off, leaving them with only a cloud of exhaust.

The green-haired guy glared resentfully at the direction the red sports car had gone. He sent a sneaky photo to his boss: “Brother Tie, we got beaten up! It was him! The pretty boy next to him is his lover. Do you know who he is?”

The hooligan boss, who had been beaten up just that morning: “……………… How did you get beaten up?”

“We couldn’t outrace him, so we blocked him.”

Brother Tie took a deep breath, not mentioning his own beating. “That guy is the Demon King, a jinx. Why did you provoke him? Remember, stay far away from him from now on.”

Green Hair: “Who is he, really?”

“Qi Liao.”

“Don’t know him.”

“Know Qi Changfeng?”

“Isn’t he that, what, richest guy or something?”

“Qi Liao is his son.”

“…”

Green Hair swallowed his anger for a moment, then couldn’t help saying, “Brother Tie, I can’t swallow this insult.”

Brother Tie sneered: “What’s the hurry? I’m just telling you not to provoke him privately. If it’s on the racetrack, whether he lives or dies is up to me.”

“He’d participate in a small competition like this? I heard he’s a professional racer. He probably looks down on our races.”

“Then find a way to make him interested!”

Green Hair thought to himself, this was like placing gold and brass side by side; only a fool would choose the brass.