The Love Reality Show's Big Boss and Little Sweetie - Chapter 47

Mu Chi took a shower in the bathroom and changed into the clothes sent over by Qi Yuan’s assistant. Actually, the production crew had spare clothes, but Mu Chi wearing clothes sent by someone else was obviously more buzzworthy. Too bad the camera crew couldn’t get in.

【That bastard Yalu is so despicable】

【A nobody 20th-tier internet celeb constantly clinging to a top star? Everyone knows what his deal is】

【Good thing the Great Demon King is there. So satisfying to give him a taste of his own medicine on the spot】

【So what are the two lone men doing in there?】

【Useless production crew, dropping the ball at the crucial moment】

【If they don’t come out within half an hour, we have reason to suspect they’re doing 18+ stuff hehe】

Mu Chi didn’t know that just because he took a little longer showering, a little longer getting dressed, and a little longer talking to Qi Liao, he was being misunderstood as doing this and that—if only it were true.

However, they did nothing at all.

Mu Chi was starting to doubt whether Qi Liao even liked him. How could he hold back so well?

“Gege, what should we do?” Mu Chi asked deliberately.

Qi Liao saw right through his little scheme. “This room belongs to my brother.”

“…” All the mood instantly vanished.

Qi Liao packed up Mu Chi’s dirty clothes, picked up the room key. “Let’s go. They’re still waiting.”

Mu Chi had no choice but to temporarily abandon his seduction plan and return to the banquet hall with Qi Liao.

Ying Xuan and Xu Wuxing were the first to come over and show concern. Others watched with varying degrees of coldness, and Mu Chi understood his place in their hearts. Liking someone might be easy, but unconditionally taking their side completely wasn’t a simple matter.

They were fine people, but every time, it was Qi Liao who stood up for him, who vented his anger for him.

The intangible cultural heritage event lasted until 8 PM. It wasn’t just glamorous big shots; some children were also invited to paint and be immersed in traditional art.

The old man was a veteran artist, instructing the children. The scene was exceptionally warm and harmonious.

Suddenly, the old man called Mu Chi over and asked him to help teach the children too.

Mu Chi was flattered beyond measure: “With my amateurish painting skills? How could I teach children?”

“More than sufficient,” the old man said with a smile.

News reporters captured this moment. That evening, the news headline read: “Mu Chi Participates in Intangible Cultural Heritage Silk Painting; Veteran Artist Praises His Pure Heart.”

Fans: So face-giving! Much more glorious than that 20th-tier guy who got thrown out.

As the event’s evening banquet was about to end, a man in a suit walked over, introduced himself, and asked for Mu Chi’s contact information.

Mu Chi politely declined: “I’m sorry.”

The man tried to say more, but Qi Yuan’s voice came through: “President Zhu, you, an old cow trying to eat young grass, targeting my future brother-in-law? I might have to get angry.”

President Zhu was handsome and debonair. He laughed upon hearing this: “Your brother doesn’t know how to seize the opportunity. I’m just appreciating beauty and showing pity. What’s wrong with that?”

“Pfft.” Qi Yuan lightly spat out the word. The damage was small, but the insult was strong.

Mu Chi followed suit: “Pfft.”

Qi Liao: “Pfft.”

President Zhu: “…”

【?? Hahahaha】

【Birds of a feather flock together】

【If you want to hit on the male god, train until you have the Great Demon King’s eight-pack abs first】

【Qi Liao was about to throw hands, and now his big brother leads the insult /doge】

【The big brother protecting his future brother-in-law is so cute】

【Domineering CEO vs. Domineering CEO, who’s stronger?】

Clearly, under Qi Yuan’s overwhelming financial power and personal charm, President Zhu was utterly defeated. He flicked his hand and left decisively.

“Why do you have admirers everywhere?” On the way back, Qi Liao casually complained.

Mu Chi thought back to his entire student life, where confessions really did happen every other day. “Maybe, possibly, probably… because I’m good-looking?”

The dating show’s livestream had ended by now, so Mu Chi could speak freely.

Xu Wuxing, in the back seat, chimed in: “No maybes, possibles, or probablys. Brother Mu is just good-looking. I’ve never seen a man more handsome than Brother Mu.”

Mu Chi’s goosebumps fell off. He laughed dryly: “Haha, just average, just average.”

Qi Liao, driving, glanced at him. “Good-looking people know they’re good-looking from a young age because many people around them praise them. So that developed your somewhat narcissistic personality.”

Mu Chi: “I am not narcissistic!”

“Then why have you never been in a relationship?”

“I was refusing to puppy love!”

Qi Liao got the answer he wanted. “Alright then.”

Mu Chi countered: “What about you? Why haven’t you been in a relationship?”

Qi Liao: “For a racer, the car is the wife.”

Mu Chi: “Don’t tell me you kiss your car, and do this and that with it?”

Qi Liao said with disgust: “I’m not a pervert.”

“But you said the car is your wife,” Mu Chi said jealously. “Over a hundred wives. You’re happier than an emperor.”

“…”

This was getting more and more absurd. Qi Liao said helplessly, “I take back my words. The car isn’t my wife; it’s my partner. Too many partners; I’m planning to sell a few.”

“?? You’re selling your cars?”

“Yeah. In debt, must repay. Can only sell the cars.”

“Big brother doesn’t really want you to pay back the money. He just wants you to come back.”

Qi Liao’s deep eyes narrowed slightly. He scoffed: “So he really did tell you about this.”

“…”

This is what they call “confessing without being pressed.”

The next day, Qi Liao received 2.5 million in compensation and gave it all to Mu Chi: “Compensation for your emotional distress.”

Mu Chi took the card. “How much?”

“Two hundred and fifty.”

“…”

Mu Chi didn’t check the exact balance on the card. Anyway, the over 400,000 in spending money he had was enough for him to live on for a long time.

He secretly asked Zhu Yinheng: “With the money I have now, can I help my parents pay off their mortgage?”

“You can,” Zhu Yinheng said. “The best house in your hometown county probably only costs around five hundred thousand.”

Having resolved the huge burden of the mortgage, Mu Chi felt much more at ease and was sincerely grateful for Qi Liao’s generosity—even though Qi Liao himself was shouldering hundreds of millions in debt, he didn’t hesitate to give all the bonus money to him.

The more Mu Chi thought about it, the more touched he felt, and he decided to offer himself up tonight… If he still couldn’t seduce him, he might as well run into a wall.

The cicadas’ chirping was incessant, seriously disturbing the afternoon nap. Everyone decided to catch some of the cicadas in the backyard.

“I remember we can use paste made from flour,” Xu Wuxing suggested.

Mu Chi, being experienced, said: “First knead some dough, then wash it in water, keep washing and washing until it becomes very sticky gluten.”

Xu Wuxing drooled: “I want to eat grilled gluten skewers.”

“…”

Ying Xuan laughed: “Let’s put our cravings aside for now. We’ll make grilled gluten skewers after we’ve caught the cicadas.”

Everyone kneaded their own dough and washed it repeatedly in the water basin. Mu Chi was the first to successfully wash his into gluten. Testing its stickiness, he satisfactorily wrapped it around the end of a bamboo pole and went to the backyard to find cicadas.

Cicadas are somewhat clever; they stop chirping or fly away when someone is under the tree.

Mu Chi searched for a while, then quietly extended the bamboo pole into the branches. Moving as fast as a startled rabbit, he poked a branch, and a cicada got stuck on the gluten, flapping its wings desperately but unable to escape.

Mu Chi stuck the cicada by its wings, put it into a small plastic bag, and continued his hunt.

“Sorry, Brother Cicada. Remember not to chirp behind people’s houses in your next life,” Mu Chi apologized while catching another one.

The residential area had walls separating the houses, but the backyards weren’t necessarily fenced off. Xia Yang originally came to pick some fruits and vegetables. Spotting Mu Chi, he walked over. “Are you going to eat the cicadas?”

Mu Chi, focused on catching cicadas, didn’t notice anyone approaching and got a fright. The bamboo pole wobbled, and the gluten flew off, landing right on Xia Yang’s head.

Xia Yang: “…”

Mu Chi: “…”

Mu Chi frantically tried to retrieve the gluten, but only made more of a mess, turning the other’s cool, spiky red hair into a complete bird’s nest.

Their eyes met. Mu Chi was utterly ashamed.

Xia Yang, however, seemed frozen, staring at the beautiful young man so close to him. From any angle, he was flawless, especially those sparkling peach-blossom eyes, like an immortal from beyond this world, untainted by mortal dust.

【!!! Get away from my idol!】

【Oh no, another man mesmerized by Mu Chi】

【I can’t imagine the impact of seeing Mu Chi’s beauty in real life】

【Ahhhh! The Great Demon King, come quick!!】

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. Qi Liao was delayed helping Xu Wuxing wash his gluten. He didn’t expect to see such an ambiguous scene upon arriving in the backyard. Instantly, a vein bulged at his temple: “What are you doing?”

【Hahaha, that tone sounds like catching a cheating partner】

【He’s jealous, he’s jealous】

【Fight, fight, fight!】

Without waiting for an explanation, Qi Liao stepped forward and pulled Mu Chi to his side. Mu Chi explained: “I got gluten stuck in his hair.”

Qi Liao: “Oh. Then we just need to cut off the head.”

“??”

【So brutal!】

【This is the power of jealousy for love!】

Qi Liao: “I misspoke. Shaving the head will suffice.”

【He did that on purpose!】

【How can you just shave someone’s nice hairstyle like that?】

【A real handsome guy can rock a bald head】

Mu Chi felt very embarrassed. “I’ll pay for the haircut.”

He expected Xia Yang to make things difficult, but instead, the other took out his phone. “Add me on WeChat and transfer the money.”

Mu Chi: “I’ll go get my phone.”

Qi Liao: “No need. I’ll add you.”

The two performed an extremely awkward WeChat addition. Xia Yang turned and left, not wanting to stay a moment longer.

Qi Liao immediately transferred 200 RMB to him.

Mu Chi: “I’ll pay you back when we go inside.”

Qi Liao glanced at him. “Transfer me 250. From now on, every time you make a mistake, transfer me 250. Learn your lesson.”

“…Oh.”

【The Demon King is quite skilled at managing his ‘wife’】

【Even though he’s never been in a relationship, he’s naturally gifted】

【Naturally gifted in all aspects /shy】

【Transferring 250 isn’t enough, quickly drag him back and ‘punish’ him!】

【Ever since I started shipping the Demon King x Male God, I’ve become increasingly shameless…】

【+10086】

They had no idea how many cicadas there were until they started catching; it was startling. The group managed to catch over fifty cicadas in the backyard, comparable to a choir.

With the noisy choir gone, everyone could laugh happily again.

In the afternoon, they went surfing. After surfing, they had dinner. After dinner, Mu Chi quietly planned to do something big—the moment Qi Liao finished his shower and stepped out, Mu Chi pounced, pushing him onto the bed!

Qi Liao didn’t expect Mu Chi to be so fierce. Caught off guard, he was pinned down.

“…”

Mu Chi lay on top of Qi Liao, staring him right in the eyes. “Gege, I’m going to take liberties with you!”

In truth, Qi Liao could easily push the young man off him with a little effort, but he didn’t. His bathrobe fell open, his pectoral muscles rising and falling slightly with his breath. Water droplets rolled from his hair tips into the hollow of his collarbone.

Mu Chi was salivating, but he still asked: “Is this okay?”

Qi Liao laughed, a low chuckle that made his chest vibrate, richer than a cello. “Should I say you’re bold or timid? Even for something like this, you have to ask.”

Understanding the implied permission, Mu Chi immediately bit his collarbone.

Qi Liao let out a breath, his hand stroking Mu Chi’s soft hair. His five fingers pinched the slender nape of Mu Chi’s neck, lifting him up like a kitten. “That’s it?”

Mu Chi’s courage grew. Staring at Qi Liao’s bow-shaped lips, he knelt on either side of Qi Liao’s body, upper body leaning forward, and pressed his lips down upon those two long-coveted lips.

Qi Liao didn’t respond, nor did he refuse. His thick eyelashes shaded his brown-grey pupils, seeming somewhat indifferent yet also like a lurking beast, quietly watching its prey come to provoke him, completely unguarded, thinking itself clever.

The counterattack came in an instant. Qi Liao grabbed Mu Chi’s arms, pulling him forward fiercely. Mu Chi fell onto his solid chest. Before Mu Chi could react, his world spun, the situation reversed, and he was pinned underneath Qi Liao.

Mu Chi opened his dark, peach-blossom eyes wide, his rosy lips still glistening with moisture, looking both innocent and brazen. “You want to kiss me too, right?”

Qi Liao was once again amused by Mu Chi’s naivety. He leaned in closer. “What if I said yes? What would you do?”

Mu Chi smiled shyly: “Then kiss me. Anywhere you like.”

Qi Liao pinched his delicate chin, using his rough thumb to stroke Mu Chi’s tender, petal-like lips. Pressing harder, it touched his teeth, almost like grinding teeth for a young animal, rubbing his thumb pad against Mu Chi’s canine.

Just this simple tease was almost too much for Mu Chi. He asked unclearly: “What are you doing?”

“Checking for cavities.”

“…”

“Good, none.” Qi Liao said, before fiercely kissing him.