The Love Reality Show's Big Boss and Little Sweetie - Chapter 44

Mu Chi laughed exuberantly: ” So awesome!”

The live audience watching the screens went crazy. Netizens went crazy too. The live chat was a sea of screams, all captivated by the red sports car’s elegant demeanor.

[LOL, the green-haired guys’ cars look like crawling turtles.]

[The Demon King is too daring, instantly reached top speed.]

[Even people who get carsick find this satisfying, how is that possible?]

[In martial arts, only speed is invincible. Seems racing is the same!]

[No flashy techniques, just pure overwhelming skill. The Demon King is too awesome.]

[This is someone tempered on the world racing circuit.]

[I’m about to faint from how cool this is. Truly, a car is a man’s second wife.]

[And this is the car the Demon King drove when he was fifteen. It shows how incompetent they are.]

None of the seemingly cool cars on the track could reach the speed Qi Liao achieved. Even if they managed to reach such speed, they would nearly lift off, which was very dangerous.

But Qi Liao’s car steadily gripped the ground, its four wheels incredibly solid, the engine’s torque output like thunder and torrential rain, fully capable of handling such speed.

A racer not only needs to know how to drive but also how to modify, leveraging strengths and avoiding weaknesses, transforming each of their cars into its most suitable form.

Qi Liao had never told outsiders that even the smallest screw in his car was hand-picked by him. He spent three years as a part-time mechanic, studying automotive physics, and repaired all the cars in his team.

Executing a drift on a turn, on the return leg, he encountered the anticipated obstacle.

It was the cars of the green-haired guy and his buddies. Knowing they couldn’t compete with Qi Liao’s car to reach the finish line first, they opted for mutual destruction. Four cars lined up blocking the track, completely blocked.

The green-haired guy thought viciously, Let’s see you get past this now, unless you want to crash and die with us.

The audience gasped.

Netizens watching the live stream also watched the screen with bated breath.

The red sports car drew closer and closer to the green-haired blockade alliance—*BANG!*

It collided, but didn’t send the green-haired cars flying. Instead, it flew directly over their roofs!

A breathtakingly elegant arc. The red sports car landed steadily and continued towards the finish line, like a cluster of fire in the dark night.

[Ahhhhhhhhhh!]

[I’m so excited I’m crying!]

[This is the first time I’ve felt the charm of racing!]

[The Demon King is too cool!!!]

Not just the netizens, even Mu Chi in the passenger seat was about to scream. Only when the car landed did his heart in his mouth finally settle as they crossed the finish line.

“Ahhhhhh!!” The audience’s cheers were even more excited than for the previous groups. The commentator forgot how to speak.

A large crowd surged forward. Xu Wuxing was so happy he was dancing and talking incoherently: “Brother Qi, you’re so cool! Damn, so cool!”

Mu Chi was spacing out. The helmet was removed by a pair of large, bony hands. “Scared?”

Mu Chi snapped back to reality, looking dazedly at Qi Liao. “We won?”

“Mn.”

“Haha, great!” Mu Chi wanted to hug Qi Liao but was held back by the seatbelt. “Ah.”

Qi Liao finally couldn’t resist raising his hand to ruffle the soft hair on his head. “I told you I would win.”

While everyone was immersed in joy, Brother Tie in the shadows looked malicious, and the green-haired guy’s face was ghostly pale.

A ten-minute half-time break followed before the finals.

Mu Chi brought Qi Liao tea and water, even snagging a chocolate bar from Xiao Tian. “Eat this. Replenish your energy.”

Qi Liao smiled. “Hunger can make the mind clearer.”

“Then just eat a little.”

Qi Liao slowly drank water and ate a piece of chocolate, his mouth filled with sweet fragrance.

Ten minutes passed quickly. This time, Qi Liao didn’t let Mu Chi ride shotgun. The difficulty and danger of the finals multiplied.

Zhu Yinhang also came over and said to Mu Chi with a smiling insincerely expression: “An extra person adds extra danger. You don’t want to distract Qi Liao, right?”

Mu Chi had no choice but to watch Qi Liao get into the sports car alone for the final race against the other four winners.

Very unfortunately, Qi Liao’s position was arranged on the edge of the track, right next to Brother Piercings.

Before getting in the car, Brother Piercings exchanged a glance with Brother Tie and made a mutual hand signal. Mu Chi saw this, ran up to Qi Liao, and said, “That pierced guy and the hooligan from last time are in cahoots. Be careful.”

Brother Piercings, who happened to be walking over: “…” He gave Mu Chi a malicious look.

Qi Liao pulled Mu Chi close, raised his fist.

Mu Chi understood, bumped fists with him. “Be careful. It’s okay if you’re not first.”

Qi Liao smiled. “I’ll win it for you to see.”

Referee: “On your marks!”

Mu Chi reluctantly returned to the first row of the stands, keeping an eye on the track situation at all times.

The starting pistol exploded in the night sky once more.

Qi Liao’s car was still the first to shoot out. However, those beside him had all emerged victorious from their five-person groups; their strength was not to be underestimated, chasing closely behind his car’s tail.

Sister Mengmeng’s pink car broke through the first line of defense, driving side-by-side with Qi Liao.

[Such a pink car, yet so fierce!]

[But not as fierce as the Demon King!]

Sure enough, Qi Liao just slightly veered towards the pink car. Although the other driver dared a head-on clash, ultimately not wanting to lose her life, she could only fall back a step, unwillingly continuing to try and overtake.

But immediately after, a dark horse emerged. Xia Yang’s car caught up, and Brother Piercings’ car also closed in.

Only the fat guy’s car lagged far behind, seemingly having already given up competing for the final championship.

At the turn, the most critical overtaking point, overtaking here could likely secure the lead. Thus, the four cars chased each other, like a broken lotus root, its fibers constantly adhering.

Yet no one could overtake on the bend. The red sports car still firmly held first place.

If nothing unexpected happened, this car would be the first to reach the finish line.

The closer it got to the final critical moment, the more everyone watched the big screen nervously, not daring to breathe heavily.

Mu Chi couldn’t help but clasp his hands, silently praying:Greatly Merciful, Greatly Compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva, please protect Qi Liao and let him reach the finish line safely.

But right at this moment, the red sports car suddenly made a sceech sound, and the entire vehicle shook violently!

The cars behind stopped one after another.

But the red sports car didn’t stop. At extreme speed, the moment it stalled, it lost control. After swaying, it crashed into the bridge railing like a headless fly.

The railing shattered under the violent impact. The sports car sceeched as it flew into the sea!

The sound of hitting the water, shattering glass, and everyone’s screams blended into the most terrifying colors of the night.

The world before Mu Chi’s eyes shook violently. As he was about to fall, someone supported him. He couldn’t see the outside scenery; his eyes held only the image of Qi Liao’s car plunging into the sea.

He ran over disheveledly, urgently, despairingly—

So this was the feeling of falling from heaven into hell.

He sprinted down the track. No one could catch up. Only the surveillance cameras silently recorded him at this moment. Tears burst forth. He fell, got up, obsessively running towards one place.

“Qi Liao—!!”

“Gege—!!!”

He shouted heartrendingly, his voice scattering in the wind, his tears also carried away by the wind. He seemed to have lost everything.

Xia Yang ran out of his car, wanting to stop him from approaching the shattered railing, the roaring and surging sea, but it was futile.

*Boom——* The car’s explosion in the sea was extremely brilliant, just like the fireworks he and Qi Liao had seen walking on the mountain path.

Every day, he liked Qi Liao more than the day before.

Mu Chi walked dazedly towards the explosive flames. Water and fire could clearly coexist.

“Mu Chi!”

Mu Chi’s tears fell, not into the sea, but onto someone’s face.

“Gege?” Mu Chi knelt by the bridge edge. “Qi Liao?”

Qi Liao was hanging by one hand from the bridge’s edge, straining until the veins in his arm and neck bulged. But what made his heart unable to bear it even more was Mu Chi’s tears, heavy enough to crush him.

“Step back,” Qi Liao said with difficulty. “Let me up.”

Mu Chi’s legs were weak. He crawled to the side. Qi Liao exerted strength in his hand, gripping the concrete and broken railing, leaped up in one fluid motion, and collapsed beside Mu Chi.

Mu Chi held him as if holding a recovered treasure, choked up and unable to speak.

Qi Liao also held him, soothing his back with his palm for a long time. “Stand up.”

“Can’t stand up,” Mu Chi said with a tearful voice. “Legs are weak.”

Qi Liao laughed softly, picked him up in a princess carry, and ran towards the finish line.

Mu Chi’s tears were wiped on Qi Liao’s clothes. His body felt light, ready to fly. His sins were forgiven; he was back in heaven. Wherever Qi Liao was, was his heaven.

Everyone was taken by surprise. Under such circumstances, Qi Liao actually carried Mu Chi to the finish line.

Qi Liao carefully set him down, pulled down the checkered flag representing the race’s end, and draped it over Mu Chi’s head.

Mu Chi’s panicked eyes weren’t soothed; he was still afraid of losing the person before him again.

Qi Liao pulled the checkered flag towards himself, lowered his head, and under the flag’s cover, planted a kiss on Mu Chi’s forehead.

Mu Chi’s eyes widened. All the gorgeous colors faded. Only the Qi Liao before him was his sole real sensation.

“Sorry. Don’t cry.”

This forehead kiss was as light as a goose feather, yet as heavy as a thousand pounds. Mu Chi’s emotions instantly calmed down. Hearing Qi Liao’s apology, he completely believed—just as he cherished Qi Liao, Qi Liao felt the same for him.

There were lighting facilities at the finish line. When the champion crossed, the lights would be turned on, making the champion the focus of the entire venue.

But now, the lights were off. Only the starry sky quietly bathed the small island in their light.

The crowd slowly gathered. Although they hadn’t seen clearly, the sight of the two leaning together made it easy to infer they had just been engaged in an intimate interaction.

The assistants from both sides were particularly awkward. Xiao Tian felt embarrassed to approach but had to confirm Mu Chi’s safety: “Brother Mu, are you okay?”

Mu Chi’s eyes were still red, his voice hoarse: “I’m fine.”

Qi Liao’s assistant was already a man of few words; seeing this, he was even more speechless, only saying, “It’s good that you’re okay.”

The organizers hurried over, expressing concern and consoling. Brother Tie and the others exchanged glances and sneaked away. Several bodyguards immediately sealed off the accident scene to prevent tampering.

The green-haired guy had also disappeared who-knows-when. Brother Piercings remained, emboldened and unafraid: “Stop playing the victim; you didn’t die. How do we decide the champion tonight?”

The organizer looked embarrassed at Brother Piercings. “This checkered flag was taken by Qi Liao…”

“So what? His car is wrecked. Can that still count?”

“But he reached the finish line first,” the organizer said. “And none of you did.”

With a clang, Brother Piercings kicked over a trash can. “I say there’s no champion tonight. Right?”

“…”

During the standoff, Qi Liao spoke: “My car crossed the finish line, and I crossed the finish line. How does that not count as a win?”

Everyone looked. The flames in the sea had indeed passed the parallel line of the finish line.

Brother Piercings sneered: “How can going out of bounds count?”

Qi Liao asked the referee, “What do you say?”

Cold sweat beaded on the referee’s forehead. However slow he was, he knew he couldn’t afford to offend either of these men. He looked pleadingly at the organizer.

The organizer’s face was grave. Putting everything else aside, if the annual Fisherman’s Festival had no champion, people would think they were stingy, unwilling to part with the high prize money—even though the prize money was sponsored by someone else.

The referee understood the organizer’s meaning and announced in a fair and solemn voice: “The champion of this Fisherman’s Festival race is Contestant No. 16, Qi Liao!”

Brother Piercings’ face instantly turned vicious and ruthless. He roared: “This doesn’t count! It doesn’t count!”

The audience’s cheers drowned him out. Xu Wuxing shouted: “Brother Qi is the champion! The champion!!”

[My heart almost stopped from fright!]

[A well-deserved champion!]

[Wuwuwu, I cried when I saw Mu Chi cry too.]

[Thank goodness the Demon King is okay, otherwise I’d never visit this damned place in my lifetime.]

[That Brother Piercings is so detestable. What’s his background anyway?]

[Someone definitely punctured the tire on purpose. Must investigate strictly!]

[Strict investigation!!!]

Regardless, the referee had announced it, the audience recognized it. Qi Liao was the undisputed champion. The host hastily presented him with the gold-plated trophy and the 500,000 prize placard.

Qi Liao gave the prize placard to Mu Chi. “Your pocket money.”

Only then did Mu Chi look happy. 500,000 in pocket money! He could spend it for ten years!

To claim the prize money, the person needed to go to the organizer’s office. The host explained the rules in detail while congratulating him, but for Qi Liao, everything was simplified; he just needed to show up.

The organizer announced the Fisherman’s Festival had ended successfully. Brother Piercings left resentfully.

The production team members also felt like they’d had a narrow escape. If something had happened to Qi Liao, they would be the first to be held accountable. With the Qi family’s wealth, shutting down the show would be a matter of minutes.

The crowd gradually dispersed. Qi Liao and Mu Chi also got into the production team’s car to return.

Mu Chi hugged the prize placard, giggling foolishly for a while, then suddenly felt depressed. “We lost out.”

Qi Liao: “?”

“Your car cost over a million, and this is only 500,000. We lost out.” Mu Chi felt heartache for Qi Liao. That car was a gift from his father; it should have held great sentimental value.

Unexpectedly, Qi Liao said, “Out with the old, in with the new. Didn’t lose out. I’ll make them pay for it.”

“…Oh.” So it didn’t hold that much sentimental value after all. “So your car stalling… was it because someone punctured the tire?”

Qi Liao didn’t answer directly. Instead, he raised a finger to his lips. “Don’t let them hear.”

Mu Chi understood, making a zipping motion over his mouth.

Back at the small courtyard, everyone offered comfort again. Surprisingly, Xia Yang was waiting at the main gate. He asked Qi Liao, “Are you okay?”

Qi Liao countered: “Are you okay?”

“…”

Xia Yang, having met a soft rejection—a polite but firm refusal, turned and went back to his house. Mu Chi was confused: “What’s wrong?”

Qi Liao sighed with emotion: “He didn’t get the prize money. He must be very disappointed, right?”

Even Mu Chi could hear the schadenfreude in his tone.

[The Demon King is so mean!]

[Hahaha, I love how he confronts heaven and earth!]

[Speaking of which, did you all forget something?]

[What about Diyi Shuai and Little Black?]

Ten li away, a big yellow dog and a small black dog chased each other. The big yellow dog howled mournfully everywhere in a drawn-out tone. The small black dog barked at it aloofly: Stop howling! So what if we were forgotten? I can find the way back!

Diyi Shuai: Woof woof woof, aow aow aow! Master has never forgotten me before! This time he actually forgot, wuwuwu! As expected, once you have a wife, you forget your dog!

Little Black: Woof woof woof! Then just cry here. I’m going back to eat beef jerky.

Diyi Shuai: …Ao wu, wait for me!

This is the surveillance footage from the second day posted online, with netizens’ voiceovers vividly interpreting the psychological state of the two dogs at that time.

Meanwhile, Qi Liao and Mu Chi actually didn’t remember they had dogs all night.

The livestream ended after midnight—a first for this dating show to run so late. Everyone, from top to bottom, was completely exhausted.

After signing off, the director personally came to show his appreciation, treating the entire crew to wontons and adding two extra poached eggs to the guests’ bowls as an apology.

Mu Chi ate one egg and gave the other to Qi Liao. “You have this one.”

Qi Liao’s eating demeanor was elegant, but his appetite was twice that of Mu Chi’s. Three eggs and a large bowl of wontons were no problem for him. However, he politely declined the offer to eat more—a professional racer needs to control his weight, as excess could affect the car’s performance.

Mu Chi slowly finished his wontons. His stomach was full and warm, the satisfaction from carbs making him drowsy. He couldn’t help but yawn.

Ying Xuan said, “Everyone, go wash up and get some rest.”

Mu Chi returned to his room, took a quick shower, and before his hair was even dry, sprawled out on the bed and fell asleep. Qi Liao, after using the bathroom in his room, came out drying his hair and, seeing him like this, wrapped a towel around his head to prevent him from catching a chill.

Qi Liao sat by the bed, watching him for a long time—the flushed eyelids, the pale face, the slightly downturned lips that seemed to pout in grievance—all silently spoke of the fright he’d suffered that night.

Qi Liao curved his fingers, gently stroking Mu Chi’s cheek, brushing away stray strands of hair. The warm, solid touch made his heart beat steadily, with a faint, aching sensation.

“I’m sorry,” Qi Liao whispered again in the dim light, smoothing the slight furrow between the beautiful youth’s brows. “Don’t be afraid, I’m here.”

Haunted by nightmares, Mu Chi’s brow relaxed at this. In his dream, the explosive flames were replaced by fireworks. He and Qi Liao were walking on a mountain path; he stumbled, and Qi Liao caught him, sparking a vivid moment of heartflutter.

He said, “I must have liked you before.”

I must have liked you before, but now, I like you more than any day before.

Qi Liao responded to his affection, planting a kiss on his forehead.

Mu Chi smiled, both in his dream and in reality.

Qi Liao lay beside him, simply watching him, feeling his heart race just from the sight.

The window was slightly ajar, honeysuckle climbing the sill bathed in starlight, its faint fragrance lulling them into dreams.

…

Mu Chi had always been carefree; once he woke up, everything was fine again. What surprised him was that Qi Liao was still sleeping beside him—he hadn’t gone for his morning run, nor had he gotten up. Instead, he was leaning against the headboard with a book, as if waiting for him to wake up.

Mu Chi blinked, wondering if it was an illusion. “Gege?”

Qi Liao turned his face, glancing down at him, a faint smile in his tone. “If you’re awake, then get up.”

Mu Chi wriggled like a fish, laughing uncontrollably.

Qi Liao pulled him over. “What are you laughing at? Dreamt you won 500,000?”

Mu Chi thought of his own 500,000 in pocket money and grinned even wider. “Yeah, yeah, I hit the jackpot.”

“Then get up, let’s go claim the prize together.”

Motivated, Mu Chi got out of bed, quickly changed into his clothes in a few efficient moves. Qi Liao watched as the young man’s back appeared as white as snow, slender as bamboo, truly deserving of the phrase “ice-like skin, jade-like bones.”

After changing his top, Mu Chi unselfconsciously took off his pajama pants, rummaged through the wardrobe, and picked out a pair of lilac trousers, pairing them with a snow-white blouse with a ruffled collar—like a white lotus flower.

Somehow, Qi Liao had also learned to appreciate a man’s long legs and pert buttocks, especially that narrow waist—so slim he could encircle it with both hands.

Mu Chi turned around after changing, only to find Qi Liao’s gaze intense, making his heart pound. “What’s wrong?”

Qi Liao looked him up and down. “That outfit looks really good on you.”

Mu Chi walked over, his superbly proportioned figure seeming to glow—partly from the fabric’s sheen, partly from how his skin enhanced its elegance, like a prince from a fairy tale.

The handsome prince smiled and asked, “Just the clothes look good?”

Only then did Qi Liao realize that when he read fairy tales, his eyes had always been on the prince, not the princess. He pulled Mu Chi closer, studying him carefully. “The person looks even better.”

Just as Mu Chi’s happiness was unmistakable, so was his shyness—the slightly reddened ears and sparkling peach-blossom eyes. The more Qi Liao looked, the more he wanted to do something even more daring.

But then, an unwelcome knock sounded at the door.

“Brother Mu, are you awake?” Xiao Tian asked cautiously.

Mu Chi took half a step back, his eyes meeting Qi Liao’s. Qi Liao smiled, got up, and went to open the door.

As the door opened, Mu Chi saw Xiao Tian’s petrified expression. Qi Liao, meanwhile, stepped aside as if nothing had happened.

Mu Chi snapped his fingers. “Snap out of it.”

Xiao Tian came to. “He, he, he…”

“You, you, you, me, me, me.” Mu Chi teased playfully.

“…” Better not ask about the boss’s business.

They woke up late, so the livestream started late, and breakfast was late too—it could almost count as brunch.

As everyone discussed plans to go claim the prize, happy barks from Diyi Shuai came from outside.

Mu Chi: “…When did Diyi Shuai come back?”

Qi Liao: “…”

Ying Xuan recalled, “Probably around one-something in the morning, he came back with little black. Not sure what they were up to. I went to open the door.”

The two owners felt too guilty to admit they’d forgotten their dogs.

Mu Chi’s eyes darted around. “What’s he barking at?”

Everyone went out to look. Parked at the main gate was a sleek, shiny silver-blue Ferrari—it looked expensive, high-class, and even smelled fragrant.

One minute earlier—

The car door opened. The driver stepped out first, followed by a man in a dress shirt and suit. He was extremely tall, almost as tall as Qi Liao, and must have felt a bit cramped in such a low-slung car.

But the car was so good-looking, it was worth the discomfort. The man stretched lazily after getting out, his magnetic voice carrying a casually elegant tone. “Poor little me is so tired”

Driver: “…” You’re thirty already, really not a baby anymore.

The man spotted the big yellow dog at once. Seeing it wag its tail and approach, he bent down and scratched its chubby chin. “Missed your dad?”

Diyi Shuai: “Woof woof woof!”

“Did you have a rough time?”

Diyi Shuai circled excitedly around the man, while Xiao Hei sat to the side, aloof.

The man beckoned. “Xiao Hei, Xiao Hei, your gan-die will have a smoke for you.”

Xiao Hei: “…” Turned away, ignoring him.

“Just as aloof as my little brother.” Qi Yuan was about to tease the dog some more when he noticed the crowd pouring out of the gate. Remembering why he was there, he looked up. His features, about 80% similar to Qi Liao’s, were a bit more refined, and with those gold-rimmed glasses, he was the epitome of a refined scoundrel.

No introduction was needed; Mu Chi recognized him instantly and asked Qi Liao, “Is he your refined scoundrel older brother?”

Qi Yuan had sharp ears. “Dear future brother-in-law, how could you say that about me?”

Mu Chi: “…”

Qi Liao: “…”

【！！！！Big bro, is that you?? Big bro??】