The Love Reality Show's Big Boss and Little Sweetie - Chapter 48

Compared to that accidental kiss in the water, this one was fiercely aggressive and undeniably domineering.

Mu Chi hadn’t known that kissing could feel like holding your breath underwater—leaving you utterly breathless. Luckily, he knew how to swim, or he might have drowned in this kiss.

As the kiss deepened, Mu Chi sank into the mattress, while Qi Liao loomed over him like an impregnable fortress, leaving him no chance to escape.

Not that Mu Chi wanted to. His arms clung tightly to Qi Liao’s broad shoulders, their chests pressed together, skin equally feverish, heartbeats racing in sync—as if they were two branches of an entwined tree, destined from birth.

In the heat of passion, they craved more. Mu Chi tugged down Qi Liao’s robe until it hung loosely at his waist, revealing a lean, powerful physique as explosive as a Gatling M134.

When the kiss finally ended, Mu Chi’s face was flushed, his peach-blossom eyes glistening with moisture. His entire being seemed veiled in a misty haze, his neck and collarbone gleaming with a delicate sheen.

Qi Liao slid his fingers through Mu Chi’s hair, the coarse tips tracing the strands. He loved this silky texture—so pliant, so inviting. His fingers brushed past the earlobe, then gripped the nape of Mu Chi’s neck, lifting him to sit on his lap.

Mu Chi clumsily hooked his arms around Qi Liao’s neck. “How are you even harder to lie on than the bed?”

Qi Liao’s hand slipped beneath Mu Chi’s pajamas, tracing the slender back and slightly prominent spine. Though thin, his waist was soft, and where there should be flesh, it was pleasingly supple.

Qi Liao couldn’t get enough. “Can’t help it. A racer has to be as tough and durable as his car.”

Mu Chi pressed his palm against the contours of Qi Liao’s muscles, the fit so perfect it felt like artistry—as if heaven itself had crafted them to be a perfect match.

Qi Liao chuckled and pinched the soft flesh of Mu Chi’s belly. “All those abs I worked so hard for are gone.”

Mu Chi glared, embarrassed, and refused to take off his shirt. “If you don’t like it, don’t touch.”

“When did I say I didn’t like it?” Qi Liao pulled him closer. “Everything about you is beautiful to me.”

Pacified, Mu Chi murmured, “I’ll get my abs back. Just wait—you’ll be impressed one day.”

Qi Liao watched the beautiful youth’s lips part and close, the words themselves unimportant because they were all things he loved to hear. He leaned in closer. “Mm, I’ll be waiting.”

Breaths mingled, and their lips met once more.

But as the kiss deepened, kissing alone was no longer enough—they wanted more.

Mu Chi asked dazedly, “Gege… that… how do we do it?”

Qi Liao paused. He’d never watched those kinds of videos or learned about intimacy between men. The question stumped him. “…You don’t know? I thought you’ve always liked men?”

Mu Chi retorted in surprise, “Aren’t you the same?”

“…I didn’t know. You’re the first person I’ve liked. Before you, I thought I was straight.”

They stared at each other. Mu Chi felt a wave of absurdity—both hilarious and frustrating. “If you don’t like men, why did you join a dating show for gay people?”

“My eldest brother forced me.”

“…”

What is the saddest thing in the world? It’s when you and the person you love have confessed your feelings and are about to achieve life’s great harmony—but neither of you knows how to proceed.

After a moment, Mu Chi said, “It’s okay. I’m happy just being able to kiss you.”

Qi Liao pressed him into the bed, kissing him over and over. Their movements grew so fervent that the old, poorly maintained bed groaned under the strain. But lost in the bliss of kissing, neither of them noticed—

Thud! One of the bed legs gave way, tilting the entire bed. Mu Chi nearly rolled onto the floor, but Qi Liao caught him. They stared at each other, wide-eyed, amid the disarray.

Next door, Xu Wuxing screamed, “Earthquake?! Is it an earthquake?!”

Mu Chi & Qi Liao: “…”

Once the neighbor quieted down, the two clambered awkwardly off the bed and stood beside the collapsed frame, contemplating their lives.

“Gege, what do we do now?”

Qi Liao: “Let’s go to my room.”

The door creaked open quietly. Mu Chi peeked out, confirmed the hallway was empty, and the two sneaked into another room.

Wherever he went, Qi Liao’s room reflected his minimalist style—barely any personal items in sight. Mu Chi circled the room, hoping to uncover some little secrets.

“What are you looking at?” Qi Liao sat on the bed and patted his thigh. “Come here.”

Mu Chi scurried over and plopped onto Qi Liao’s lap, nuzzling and kissing him with little murmurs. This time, it wasn’t driven by desire—just pure affection and adoration.

Finally, Mu Chi worked up the courage to ask, “Gege, do you like me?”

Qi Liao also finally admitted his feelings. “I wouldn’t kiss someone I don’t like.”

They didn’t dare make any bold moves, afraid this old bed might collapse too.

By the time Mu Chi’s lips were tingling and they’d had their fill of kisses, the two lay together, warm and content. A drowsy happiness washed over them. One moment Mu Chi was still talking; the next, he was fast asleep.

Qi Liao gazed at the young man’s sweet, serene sleeping face, reluctant to close his eyes—until sleepiness finally claimed him.

Early the next morning, Qi Liao woke Mu Chi for their morning run.

Still groggy, Mu Chi got up and was pulled back to his own room to wash up—Qi Liao’s toiletries were there too.

Xiao Tian walked in and saw the two brushing their teeth together. It seemed perfectly normal—sharing a bathroom was commonplace, she thought. But then she noticed the collapsed bed.

Her eyes widened in shock. Just how intense did things get last night?!

Mu Chi turned and saw a girl in his room. No matter how many times he encountered this, he could never get used to it. He could only offer an awkward smile.

Xiao Tian pointed at the bed. “Brother Mu, Brother Qi, you… last night…?”

Mu Chi pondered deeply for a moment. “The bed was too old. It collapsed in the middle of the night, so I had to sleep in Qi Liao’s room.”

Xiao Tian’s face was full of disbelief, but she didn’t press further. As heaven’s will must be obeyed and love will find its way, who can stand in the path of romance?

Mu Chi changed into his workout clothes and followed Qi Liao for their morning run—still three kilometers, no more, no less. Mu Chi wanted to speed up his ab-building progress, but Qi Liao warned against rushing, saying his body wouldn’t be able to handle it.

After saying that, Qi Liao went back to running himself—three kilometers clearly wasn’t enough for him.

Mu Chi sat on a bench waiting. The park opened early, and by now, many elderly residents had arrived for their morning exercises—some practicing tai chi, others dancing to square music.

A tall guy with a black buzz cut, face glistening with sweat, passed by Mu Chi, then doubled back. “Mu Chi?”

Mu Chi looked up, feeling a faint sense of familiarity. “You are…?”

“…I’m Xia Yang.”

Mu Chi’s peach-blossom eyes widened. “Xia Yang? I almost didn’t recognize you! That hairstyle really suits you.”

Xia Yang: “Thanks to you.”

Mu Chi awkwardly replied, “Sorry about that.”

Xia Yang asked, “Are you here for a run too?”

“Yeah, Qi Liao’s here as well.” Mu Chi looked up, eyes sparkling. “Gege!”

Qi Liao ran up and came face-to-face with Xia Yang. He asked Mu Chi, “Your friend?”

Xia Yang: “…”

Mu Chi confirmed it wasn’t his eyesight failing—Xia Yang with his new haircut looked like he’d undergone a head-transplant procedure. At first glance, it was impossible to connect him to the former red-haired delinquent.

“It’s Xia Yang,” Mu Chi said to Qi Liao with a smile.

Qi Liao paused, scrutinizing Xia Yang carefully. “Turned into a good student now.”

Xia Yang said flatly, “Haven’t been a student for a long time.”

Qi Liao didn’t respond, instead telling Mu Chi, “Let’s head back.”

Mu Chi asked Xia Yang, “Are you going for another couple of laps?”

Xia Yang: “Mm.”

Mu Chi nodded and left with Qi Liao. On the way back, Qi Liao remarked casually, “You recognized him as Xia Yang at a glance?”

“No way,” Mu Chi said, carrying a bag of freshly fried youtiao. The aroma was irresistible, and the plastic bag had already softened from the heat. He couldn’t help sniffing it repeatedly.

Qi Liao didn’t press further, not wanting to seem petty. “If you want one, go ahead and eat it.”

“Everyone only gets one youtiao. If I eat it now, I won’t have one later.”

Qi Liao took one out, tore it in half, and gave one piece to Mu Chi. “We’ll share.”

Mu Chi happily munched on the crispy-on-the-outside, soft-on-the-inside youtiao. “So delicious! If only it weren’t such a calorie bomb.”

Qi Liao: “No matter how high the calories, it’s fine as long as you control the portion.”

Back at the courtyard, during breakfast, Xu Wuxing asked the others, “Did any of you hear an earthquake last night?”

Some said no, others said they’d been asleep. Lucas worriedly asked, “This place isn’t actually prone to earthquakes, is it? The house doesn’t look very sturdy.”

Ying Xuan stated, “If there really was an earthquake, it would definitely trigger a tsunami. No one would escape.”

“…NO!” Lucas refused to believe it. “That definitely won’t happen!”

Xu Wuxing shivered. “Should we move out then?”

Production team: Move out again?! Move out my foot!

Qi Liao said, “If we’re talking about earthquakes, this area has actually already experienced one—just on a very small scale and magnitude, without causing any damage. It probably won’t happen again for the next hundred years.”

Xu Wuxing: “Brother Qi, I feel better hearing you say that.”

Everyone trusted Qi Liao unconditionally. As an outdoor enthusiast, no one here knew more about geology than he did.

“So what was that earthquake last night, then?” Xu Wuxing pondered. “Was I dreaming?”

Mu Chi guiltily lowered his head to drink his porridge, not daring to face Xu Wuxing’s thirst-for-knowledge expression.

But after breakfast, Xu Wuxing grew strongly suspicious when the production team sent a furniture store truck to deliver a new bed for Mu Chi.

“Brother Mu, what happened to your bed?” Hao Wenrou asked stiffly.

Mu Chi gave the same excuse he’d used on Xiao Tian—it collapsed in the middle of the night.

“A perfectly good bed—how could it just collapse?” Xu Wuxing couldn’t wrap his head around it. “Was the ‘earthquake’ I heard actually your bed collapsing?”

【？？？？】

【Oh my folks, look what I stumbled into the moment I logged in】

【A broken bed, an affair that can’t be hidden】

【My god, I’d bet my bottom dollar this bed was wrecked during activities! Poor bed!】

【Alright everyone, let’s not get too filthy. I believe Mu Chi and Qi Liao were simply… making babies. That’s all.】

Workers carried out the broken bed, and Mu Chi immediately stepped forward to gather evidence, suddenly possessed by the spirit of a detective: “Look, this bed leg is completely rotten, almost falling apart.”

Qi Liao stated with utter seriousness, “I recommend inspecting all the beds to prevent another… tragedy like this.”

Everyone went to check their own beds, and indeed some discovered theirs were also on the verge of collapse. They demanded the production team be fair and replace all of them.

The financially pained director: “Replace them! Replace them all!”

Mu Chi, who believed he’d preserved his dignity, sighed in relief and resumed his aloof male god persona: “After the bed broke, I spent the night braving the elements. I couldn’t bear to wake any of you.”

Only the gullible Xu Wuxing bought it. “Brother Mu, why didn’t you call me? I would’ve definitely shared my bed… I mean, given you my bed!”

“No need.”

【Mu Chi, stop pretending. You definitely slept at the Demon King’s place.】

【LMAO, only Mu Chi thinks his persona is still intact.】

【I usually hate show-offs, but Mu Chi is just too damn adorable.】

【Help, why does Mu Chi keep zigzagging between male god and silly goose?!】

Everyone was delighted with their new beds, raving about how comfortable their afternoon naps were—which just showed how painfully hard the old plank beds had been.

In the afternoon, the group went surfing. But just as they reached the coastal highway, three or four sports cars blocked their way.

The doors opened, and out stepped Brother Piercings—his face studded with piercings—along with seven or eight thugs wielding baseball bats.

Ten seconds later, over a dozen bodyguards piled out of the production team’s minibus. Each was burly, wore sunglasses, and looked seriously intimidating.

Brother Piercings: “…”

If Mu Chi had a tail, it’d be wagging triumphantly right now. “Trying to ambush us? Maybe check your own weight class first.”

These bodyguards were left by Qi Yuan specifically to protect his troublesome little brother and future brother-in-law.

The bodyguards advanced with menacing clubs, forming a solid wall of muscle that faced off against Brother Piercings and his crew.

Brother Piercings suddenly looked as feeble as if his kidneys had given out. He retreated two steps, glaring venomously at the lead SUV where Qi Liao and Mu Chi looked down at him like he was a clown.

“You’ll pay for this!” Kidney-Deficiency Brother spat before scrambling away.

Mu Chi laughed heartily. “Too weak!”

The group enjoyed surfing until dusk. But before they even reached the courtyard gate, the sounds of smashing and destruction came from next door.

Mu Chi was the first to rush over. He found Xia Yang’s home utterly trashed by Brother Piercings and Green-Hair. Xia Yang’s mother was weeping in a corner, while Xia Yang stood with a dark expression, letting them wreak havoc.

“What are you doing?!” Mu Chi snatched a frying pan from the floor and hurled it.

THWACK! Brother Piercings saw stars. As he lifted a finger to threaten them, Mu Chi swung the pan again—THWACK! Brother Piercings shuddered violently and passed out.

Green-Hair: “You…!”

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! Mu Chi went at Green-Hair like he was pounding a drum.

Green-Hair joined Brother Piercings on the floor.

Everyone: “…”

The righteous Mu Chi turned with the frying pan in hand, his deed done but his name unspoken. “No need to thank me,” he said to Xia Yang and his mother.

Mrs. Xia forgot to cry, staring blankly at the scene.

Xia Yang’s expression was complicated, then suddenly alarmed. “Watch out!”

Mu Chi: “?”

The dazed Brother Piercings on the floor groggily recalled the humiliation from a minute ago. Clenching his fist, he lunged to strike—Bang!! A massive iron wok came flying out of nowhere, knocking him out cold.

Qi Liao strode over, kicked the wok off Brother Piercings’s face, and tutted in disdain.

Mu Chi looked—Brother Piercings’s face was now swollen like a pig’s head. The sight was so shocking it looped back to hilarious. Mu Chi burst out laughing.

【？？？？？？】

【HAHAHAHAHA】

【The loan sharks are so pathetic it’s hilarious!】