The Love Reality Show's Big Boss and Little Sweetie - Chapter 50

#Ou Yalu Dated A Racer?# shot to #10 on the hot search list.

【What the heck?】

【Don’t tell me this racer is Qi Liao.】

【What kind of hellish joke is this to see so late at night?】

【Weibo is useless, spreading all kinds of garbage news.】

【Please, just go watch the “You Also Have This Day” dating show livestream! The rumors will be debunked instantly. Qi Liao is utterly devoted to Mu Chi!】

【The rose the Demon King gave Mu Chi is so beautiful. An everlasting flower, an everlasting love.】

【I was originally Mu Chi’s solo stan, but this time I’m really getting hooked on this CP.】

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The hype came quickly and faded quickly because the denial came quickly. And it was the person involved who personally denied it.

“If you consider the harassing letters you wrote me in high school as proof we dated, then I have nothing to say,” Xia Yang said to Ou Yalu.

Ou Yalu bit his lower lip. “Brother Xia, do you have to be so cruel? We grew up together, after all, neighbors for so many years.”

Mu Chi recalled: So that empty house next to Xia Yang’s was Ou Yalu’s? What a crappy coincidence.

Xia Yang looked coldly at Ou Yalu. “What do you actually want?”

Ou Yalu shot a resentful glance at Mu Chi and Qi Liao, then said to Xia Yang, “I know you want to be a racer. I came back specifically to tell you that I fully support your dream. Back then, I entered the entertainment industry to make money, but now I’ve realized… you are the most important thing.”

Translated: *I’ve made money now, and I want to support you.*

Xia Yang couldn’t remain indifferent any longer. He frowned. “What you do has nothing to do with me. Don’t tell me these things.”

Ou Yalu: “Brother Xia, you’re so heartless, so cruel. How can you treat me like this?”

“Pfft—HA!” Mu Chi couldn’t hold back a laugh. “Do you think you’re acting in a tragic romance drama?”

Xu Wuxing clutched his stomach, laughing uncontrollably. “Oh man, why don’t you add ‘you’re so unreasonable’ too… Bahahahaha…”

Ou Yalu: “Shut up!”

【This was annoying, but now it’s just getting funnier.】

【Ou Yalu is on the wrong path. If he pursued comedy, he might actually get somewhat popular.】

【With his temperament? Forget comedy—he’d probably have a meltdown after cracking two jokes.】

Ou Yalu indeed melted down easily. A little mockery from others made him feel like the sky was falling, filling him with bitter hatred. The reason he came back to find Xia Yang was simply because Xia Yang now had built-in popularity.

If he played his cards right, he might get a chance at fame. Who knew Xia Yang would be so clueless, completely refusing his olive branch.

“You’re hopeless. No wonder you’ll never make it to the international racing circuit,” Ou Yalu’s tone was aggressive.

Xia Yang wasn’t buying it. “If you’re done, leave.”

Seeing that neither hard nor soft tactics worked, Ou Yalu pointed at Mu Chi. “Are you rejecting me because of *him*?”

Xia Yang coldly swatted his hand away. “The problem is with you. Don’t shift blame onto others.”

“I knew it! You like him! But it’s a pity, he likes Qi Liao. You couldn’t catch up to a single hair on Qi Liao’s head even if you tried for eight hundred years!”

Mu Chi, dragged into this innocently, had heard enough. “If you want to fight, fight. But leave me out of it, okay?”

Ou Yalu: “You’re probably secretly pleased, aren’t you? So many people like you, you can just pick any one you want.”

These words offended practically everyone, especially Qi Liao, who was included in the “pick any one” category. He stared at Ou Yalu, his presence overwhelmingly oppressive. “If you keep spouting nonsense, I won’t mind giving your nose another surgical procedure.”

Ou Yalu covered his surgically enhanced nose, glaring at Qi Liao with shame and anger. The memory of being kicked during the intangible cultural heritage event was still vivid. He didn’t want a repeat. He was about to say more when Xia Yang preempted him: “Ou Yalu, do you remember that Uncle who came to my house in high school?”

Ou Yalu froze, recalling that handsome, dignified uncle. “What about him?”

“Do you remember how you tried to seduce him?”

“…You’re lying!”

“If I’m lying, may I be struck by lightning. Do *you* dare swear an oath?”

Ou Yalu fell silent.

Xia Yang glanced at Qi Liao. A vein throbbed at Qi Liao’s temple—a sense of foreboding. Sure enough, Xia Yang said: “That uncle you attempted but failed to seduce was Qi Liao’s father.”

“………………”

【HUH？？？？？？？】

【HOLY CRAP! That’s a massive bomb!】

【Shocked! Ou Yalu actually did something like that??】

【Poor Dad Qi’s reputation!】

【It really is idiot Yalu, capable of any idiotic thing!】

【Ou Yalu, you’re done for.】

At that moment, in a luxurious mansion a thousand miles away, Qi Changfeng, lying in his wife’s arms, nearly fainted on the spot. He peered closely at the Ou Yalu in the livestream, and some unsavory memories came flooding back…

It was five or six years ago, in the summer. He was delivering warmth and paternal concern to the children he sponsored—most of whom were orphans or from single-mother families.

He ended up having dinner at Xia Yang’s house. After dinner, he played a video game with Xia Yang, even though his skills were terrible.

Right before leaving, he felt the urge to go and wanted to use the bathroom. Unfortunately, Xia Yang’s bathroom was clogged and not fixed yet. Qi Changfeng was desperate, so Xia Yang helped him borrow the neighbor’s bathroom.

That neighbor was the Ou family.

Just as Qi Changfeng finished using the bathroom and was about to leave, a completely naked boy stood by the sink, clothes scattered on the floor.

A staunchly straight man for over forty years, even in middle age and having witnessed all sorts of debauchery in social circles, Qi Changfeng had always remained clean, avoiding tobacco, gambling, and lust.

His first reaction upon seeing the naked boy was: “Do you need to shower? My apologies, the bathroom is all yours.”

Unexpectedly, the boy’s eyes welled up with tears. “Uncle… please, take me.”

Qi Changfeng: “…………?”

As Qi Changfeng was questioning his hearing, the boy lunged at him. Startled, Qi Changfeng let out a yelp, which brought Xia Yang running. Having never experienced anything like this in all his years, the utterly flustered Qi Changfeng hid behind Xia Yang. “Help!”

Xia Yang knocked the boy out with a single punch.

Even now, years later, Qi Changfeng still has nightmares about the incident, needing his wife’s kisses and cuddles to recover.

Staring at Ou Yalu in the livestream, Qi Changfeng’s face twisted in pain. The usually refined man couldn’t help but let a curse slip: “F*ck, I’d selectively forgotten his face, and he dares to show up again?”

Having been in perfect harmony with her husband for many years, Mrs. Qi completely believed him. She hugged him softly .”Don’t be afraid. A demon like that should be banned from the industry.”

Back at the live scene, broadcast through the large TV screen—

Years later, Ou Yalu was knocked down with a single punch once again.

Qi Liao’s fist wasn’t as gentle as Xia Yang’s had been. It directly smashed Ou Yalu’s nose, knocking him unconscious. Then, with complete calm, he called an ambulance.

Barring any accidents, this would likely be the last time they saw Ou Yalu.

On the way back, Qi Liao called his father.

Qi Changfeng praised him: “Well done, son.”

Qi Liao: “I never want to see something like this happen again. You’d better explain everything clearly.”

“…There really isn’t anything else. I promise.”

Even though he was the father, he held little authority in front of his son. Qi Changfeng felt depressed, all because of that troublemaker!

After that night, Ou Yalu completely vanished from the entertainment industry. His agent, Mai Baoxian, also became untraceable. In Mu Chi’s life, they had appeared like the wind and disappeared just as quickly.

Zhu Yinhang was grinning from ear to ear. “Well, I’ll be… Before I could even lift a finger, they managed to ruin themselves.”

Mu Chi: “Yeah, I thought they’d at least be minor bosses like brother piercings. Turns out they were more like Green-Hair—no, even less screen time than Green-Hair.”

Although Ou Yalu was just a minor lackey, it left Qi Liao still feeling depressed the next day.

Anyone would find such a situation utterly mind-blowing, and Mu Chi understood that. He decided to organize a bonfire party to help Qi Liao shake off the bad vibes.

He mentioned the idea to the others. Xu Wuxing, finally seeing a chance to show sympathy towards Qi Liao, wasn’t about to let it slip. He patted his small chest. “Leave it to us!”

Ying Xuan nodded. “I’ll go report it to the fire department first. We can have it at the beach.”

The beach was spacious, windless at night, and had an endless supply of water—it was the perfect spot.

Lucas and Hao Wenrou went to buy food supplies. Xu Wuxing prepared the firewood. Mu Chi stayed with Qi Liao, pretending nothing was going on.

“Where is everyone?” Qi Liao wasn’t stupid; he noticed something was up.

“They went surfing,” Mu Chi lied, blinking rapidly.

“Surfing in the midday heat?”

“Yeah, it’s cooler today.”

Qi Liao went back to his own work. Mu Chi leaned in and asked quietly, “Gege, what are you doing?”

“Selling cars.” Qi Liao typed without looking up. “Sold two cars, paid back 80 million to my eldest brother.”

“That much?!”

“My sports cars overseas start at over 30 million each.” Qi Liao smiled. “Some cost over 100 million. I’ll pay it all back soon.”

Mu Chi was shocked. “Is racing really that expensive?” He couldn’t even imagine a car worth 100 million. He’d be heartbroken if a single chip of paint came off.

“Not necessarily.” Qi Liao leaned back casually. “As long as it feels right to drive, a car worth a few million is fine too.”

【…Racing really isn’t for ordinary people.】

【Just look at Xia Yang.】

【The Demon King must have accumulated good karma in his past life to be reborn into such a good family, wuwu.】

【Crying with envy. The life of the rich is so good.】

Mu Chi understood. Qi Liao’s entire 1 billion debt must have been spent on cars. All the money he’d earned from racing over the years was reinvested, leaving him with little cash on hand, which was why Qi Yuan forced him onto this dating show.

“It’s good that you’ve figured it out.” Mu Chi said. “Cars are just material possessions. No need to be too attached.”

Qi Liao looked at Mu Chi and hummed in agreement. “Now I have something more important to be attached to.”

“What?”

“…”

Eyes met, but no telepathic connection was made.

【Hahaha the Demon King is confessing!】

【This little dummy doesn’t even get it】

【The Demon King is laughing in exasperation】

The next second, Qi Liao flicked his finger, lightly tapping Mu Chi’s smooth, full forehead. “Silly.”

Mu Chi winced in slight pain, covering his forehead. “?”

Outside, Diyi Shuai was chasing after Xiao Hei, barking loudly. It was a peaceful and comfortable afternoon.

In the cool breeze of the air conditioner, Mu Chi’s head nodded bit by bit, his eyelids fighting a heavy battle. Qi Liao scooped him up, carried him upstairs, and tossed out a statement: “Don’t follow. Nap time.”

The camera crew stopped. Netizens were furious, feeling like their candy was being ripped right out of their mouths just as they were getting into it.

【Can you even do your job? If not, I’ll go film them myself!】

【I want to hide under the little lovebirds’ bed and eavesdrop all night /lewd grin】

【Dammit, I’m so unsatisfied. I wanna push their heads together to make them kiss!】

【I’m different. I want to strip them naked and stuff them into the same quilt!】

【…Everyone is getting lewder and lewder】

While netizens were busy fangirling/fanboying themselves to death, Mu Chi had a good nap. When he woke up, he was met with Xu Wuxing’s complaining eyes: “Brother Mu, did you sleep well? I didn’t sleep at all, I’ve been busy all afternoon.”

Mu Chi: “…You’ve worked hard. I’ll reimburse everyone, my treat for a big meal.”

Qi Liao came downstairs slowly and saw the several large supermarket plastic bags in the living room. “Went shopping?”

Mu Chi finally revealed slowly: “We’re going out to eat tonight.”

Qi Liao thought it was just another camping trip and didn’t pay it much mind. But when he drove to the beach and saw the built-up bonfire pile, the light wall made of wire mesh and fairy lights, the bohemian-style small tent topped with piles of fresh flowers, the long table with candles, flower baskets and wooden stools, the abundant drinks and snacks, and the semi-prepared whole lamb for roasting…

Qi Liao was amused by the bourgeois vibe. “Is this my surprise?”

Mu Chi walked up to him holding a cake. “Do you like it?”

Qi Liao looked down. Written on the cake was: “No Sorrows.” The distinctive, wobbly handwriting, clearly squeezed on by Mu Chi himself using jam, was a bit crooked but full of sincerity. “I like it. Thank you.”

Xu Wuxing couldn’t wait: “I’m starving! Hurry up and cut the cake!”

They ate some cake to line their stomachs, then started preparing the roast lamb. Qi Liao had experience with this. He set up the lamb coated with turmeric, picked up the lighter, and said, “Everyone step back, don’t get burned.”

In the night, orange-red flames leaped up, swaying in the wind. The fire licked the lamb’s body, releasing a delicious, charred aroma. Xu Wuxing sniffed repeatedly, unable to resist moving closer. “It smells so good.”

At that moment, the fire flared up. Even Qi Liao kept his distance, yet Xu Wuxing stood so close. Amid everyone’s startled cries, a cluster of flames shot towards Xu Wuxing.

Xu Wuxing himself was so scared he stumbled backward repeatedly.

Luckily, he wasn’t burned. Qi Liao breathed a sigh of relief and said, “The firewood hasn’t fully caught yet, the flames are unstable. Wait until it’s steady before getting close.”

Xu Wuxing covered his chest, feeling fear after the event. “That scared me to death!”

When he turned his face towards them, everyone: “…”

【？？？HAHAHAHAHA!!】

【Xu Wuxing became Scorched Star!】

【His hair got burnt hahaha!】

Xu Wuxing, whose bangs and eyebrows had been singed by the heat wave, was completely unaware. “I need another piece of cake to calm my nerves.”

Mu Chi cut him a small piece of cake. The more he looked at Xu Wuxing’s bangs, the harder it was to hold back his laughter, so he had to look away.

Hao Wenrou burst out with a stifled laughter.

Only then did Xu Wuxing sense something was wrong. “Why are you all looking at me like that?” He quickly pulled out his pocket mirror. “…AHHHH!!”

His teenage shriek echoed across the entire beach, startling seagulls into flight.

Xu Wuxing ran wildly across the sand: “I don’t want to live anymore!”

Not far away stood a sign: “No Open Fires, Fireworks, or Deep Water. Consequences at Your Own Risk.”

Like a scene from a slapstick comedy, everyone chased after Xu Wuxing, finally managing to catch him and comfort him for a good while.

Mu Chi said, “The wound on my head, the hair still hasn’t fully grown back. I look even worse than you.”

Xu Wuxing: “Wahh… At least you can cover yours up! I have to shave mine off!”

“A real handsome guy isn’t afraid of being bald. Look at Xia Yang, his buzz cut is pretty handsome too.”

“Really? Will I be as handsome as him?”

“You will.” Mu Chi stated emphatically, prioritizing calming him down first.

Xu Wuxing asked again: “Then what about my eyebrows?”

“Have your makeup artist draw them on for you every day. They’ll grow back in at most half a month.”

Only then did Xu Wuxing crack a smile. Pressing his advantage, he said, “My makeup artist doesn’t know how to draw eyebrows well, Brother Mu, you draw them for me.”

Mu Chi: “I…”

“No matter how you draw them, I’ll like it.” Xu Wuxing blinked his big eyes. Under normal circumstances, this might be a very cute expression, but now it just made everyone want to laugh.

Mu Chi stifled his laughter: “I—I can’t do it! I’d draw you into Crayon Shin-chan) eyebrows! Hahahaha!”

Imagining Xu Wuxing with Crayon Shin-chan’s iconic thick, bold eyebrows, everyone laughed again. Especially Qi Liao, whose laugh was particularly mocking.

Xu Wuxing: “…”

Xu Wuxing burst into tears again and ran off: “I don’t want to live anymore!”