The Love Reality Show's Big Boss and Little Sweetie - Chapter 53

In the end, Jin Liusun still went to a hotel. Lucas expressed deep regret: “This ‘Old Six’ is quite good-looking. It’s a shame he has no taste and doesn’t recognize my virtues.”

Mu Chi truly admired Lucas’s optimistic spirit; he never engaged in internal friction.

When it was time to sleep, Mu Chi asked Qi Liao, “Does Jin Liusun really like you?”

Qi Liao thought for a moment. “I don’t know. I’ve never considered that possibility.”

“I feel something’s off about it.”

“What’s off?” Qi Liao had always been careless about others’ affections. In all his life, only Mu Chi had pursued him so passionately—if Mu Chi’s actions could be considered pursuit.

Although Mu Chi was also slow regarding others’ feelings, looking from an outsider’s perspective allowed him to see certain details. “I just feel that what he says and what he does don’t match up.”

Now that it was mentioned, it did seem inconsistent.

Qi Liao couldn’t be bothered to think too much about it. “Whatever. As long as you don’t misunderstand.”

“I wouldn’t get jealous. I’m a very generous person,” Mu Chi stated firmly.

“Is that so?”

“Absolutely.” Mu Chi was full of confidence. “If I got jealous every day, I’d probably turn myself into a vinegar jar, sour enough to be smelled for miles. I would never become someone like that.”

Qi Liao had nothing to say to that, merely letting out a soft scoff. If someone doesn’t feel jealousy in a romantic relationship, the implication is obvious. He hoped Mu Chi had just spoken without thinking.

Mu Chi: “What’s wrong?”

Qi Liao pulled the man domineeringly into his arms. “Nothing. Sleep.”

The two held each other until dawn, then went for their morning run and exercise together. They ran into Xia Yang again. The three of them returned to the courtyard in mutual silence. Xia Yang strictly adhered to his promise to Qi Liao, keeping over three meters away from Mu Chi, which made Mu Chi feel rather strange.

The production team was already at the courtyard gate, and Jin Liusun was there too, greeting them enthusiastically: “Brother Qi, Brother Mu, you’re back!”

No matter how Mu Chi looked at him, he couldn’t find any trace of a “love rival” on the other’s face. Either he didn’t care that Mu Chi and Qi Liao appeared together, or his acting was just that good.

“Why haven’t you left yet?” Qi Liao brushed past him, delivering what seemed like an unintentional jab.

Jin Liusun smiled brightly. “I haven’t had enough fun yet.” Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Xia Yang pass by. “Hello, can I have a match with you?”

Xia Yang stopped. “What?”

“Did I say something wrong? Sorry, I want to race you. A car race.”

Xia Yang’s tone was flat. “I’m just an amateur. I can’t compare to you professionals.”

This comment naturally included Qi Liao as well. He turned back and said, “Old Six’s driving skills are also amateurish. No need for modesty; go ahead and race him.”

Xia Yang nodded to show he understood.

A vein twitched near Jin Liusun’s temple, his smile lacking sincerity. “Then let’s start now.”

Under normal circumstances, Mu Chi would definitely join in on such excitement. But the current situation was rather delicate. The two racers were, respectively, his own love rival and Qi Liao’s love rival—whether real or not. Going would just give people something to talk about.

Mu Chi decided not to join the fun this time.

Qi Liao didn’t go either.

The director and production team were immensely disappointed. Such a perfect shura field! Couldn’t you guys cooperate a little?!

They didn’t cooperate, nor did they get agitated. The two of them were as emotionally stable as capybaras*, passing the morning leisurely until the race result came in. As expected, with the absolute advantage of his car, Xia Yang won.

(*capybaras : very internet slang , meaning more than just “calm”)

Xia Yang felt the win wasn’t honorable and called it a draw.

This outcome wasn’t surprising to Qi Liao; his expression didn’t flicker as he continued peeling potatoes.

Xu Wuxing, who had gone to be the referee again, came back excitedly. “Forget that. Now that Old Six is at Xia Yang’s place, Auntie Xia insisted he stay for a meal.”

That was unexpected for Qi Liao.

Mu Chi: “Auntie Xia was never this enthusiastic with us…” And this was despite them helping chase off the loan sharks and clean the house.

Xu Wuxing pouted: “Right? Auntie Xia’s shrimp is so delicious. I still want to eat it.”

“That’s not the point.” Mu Chi pondered. “Could it be that Auntie Xia mistook Jin Liusun for her future daughter-in-law?”

“??? No way.”

“Why not?” Hao Wenrou appeared from somewhere. “The Xia family is of modest means. To them, we neighbors are just temporary. Why bother building good relations? That Jin Liusun is different. He’s the first person her son has brought home. He’s not bad-looking either, so she naturally mistakes him for her future daughter-in-law.”

Xu Wuxing was thoroughly shocked. “But Xia Yang likes Brother Mu, and Jin Liusun likes Brother Qi… How could those two ever be possible!?”

“Who knows.” Hao Wenrou took a small tomato from Mu Chi’s prep table, took a delicate bite, his gaze never leaving Mu Chi. “Since love rivals can let bygones be bygones, perhaps the love rival of a love rival might also create a wonderful story.”

Mu Chi nodded. “Wenrou is right.”

Hao Wenrou’s cheeks flushed slightly. His heart, withered for days, was reactivated, and he looked at Mu Chi with tender affection. Mu Chi selectively turned a blind eye, pretending not to see.

[Mind-blowing. You can pair those two??]

[Impossible! Unless I see them kiss with my own eyes.]

[Xia Yang and the Korean guy aren’t guests on the dating show… I want to ship Qi Liao and Mu Chi!]

[Looking at Wenrou’s state, he’s completely recovered and full of fighting spirit again.]

[So is he determined to be the ‘top’ now?]

[his hardware probably doesn’t allow it, right?]

[We haven’t seen it, how do you know it won’t work?]

[At least the Demon King’s hardware is undeniably substantial]

[I wonder if Mu Chi has touched the Little Demon King yet /shy]

[…Everyone’s really becoming more and more shameless now.]

The matter concerning Xia Yang and Jin Liusun was thus glossed over by the group. After the meal, they discussed the afternoon’s activities.

Before any activities could be decided, hail started falling first, pattering down and covering the ground. The tiles on the old house clattered noisily as over a dozen broke loose, scaring Di Yi Shuai into barking incessantly.

“The feng shui here…” Mu Chi started, then hesitated.

Director: No superstitions allowed!!!

[Is this Heaven giving another warning?]

[Where do all these warnings come from? It’s just normal weather.]

[Greatly Merciful, Greatly Compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva, please bless our country’s people with peace and safety. Foreigners can forget it.]

[Hahahaha, how wicked.]

Fortunately, it was only a brief hailstorm, the pellets the size of yellow beans. If it had been fist-sized hail like before, Mu Chi would have fled no matter what.

The hail falling on the eaves sounded like some ethereal musical instrument. Xu Wuxing couldn’t help but start singing.

“Who the hell is singing so shamelessly?!” A rough, middle-aged man’s shout came from somewhere. “Are you trying to get everyone killed by hail?”

Xu Wuxing: “…”

The shouting faded, likely as the middle-aged man ran off. Xu Wuxing, wronged to the point of tears welling in his eyes, stammered, “I wasn’t…”

Mu Chi, filled with righteous indignation, said, “At most, only the neighbors nearby can hear your singing. That guy is just bored and looking for trouble.”

Xu Wuxing’s fans also erupted in a chorus of curses and constant comfort.

“What’s wrong with my singing? I just like singing and dancing,” Xu Wuxing said weakly, leaning towards Mu Chi for support, only to bump squarely into a broad, hard shoulder. His face hit it with a painful thud. “…”

Qi Liao calmly patted his shoulder. “Crying is useless. Getting revenge is what works.”

“How do I get revenge?” Xu Wuxing asked plaintively.

“Pay him back in his own coin. If you don’t even know how to do that, you’d better not try to survive in the entertainment industry.”

Xu Wuxing seriously pondered for a moment. After the hail stopped, he went to retrieve the surveillance footage. Then, accompanied by four or five bodyguards and Mu Chi, he marched through the residential area with a loudspeaker, shouting, “Who called me shameless earlier? Have the guts to get the hell out here! See if I don’t beat your teeth out!”

Residents: “?”

“Get out here! I’ll make you pick your teeth up from the ground!”

Mu Chi, seeing he could only repeat the same few ineffective lines, took the loudspeaker, cleared his throat, and said, “I am Xu Wuxing’s elder brother. The one who cursed my little brother earlier—don’t let me find you, you turtle-egg bastard! I’ll strip off your turtle shell and chop off your eggs! I’ll hang you at the village entrance for three days and three nights!”

Xu Wuxing: “!!” So brutal.

Everyone: “…”

Had to admit, this method, though shameless, was effective. Some people only bully the weak and fear the strong; confronting them head-on is the right way.

[Egg-chopping expert Mu Chi is online]

[What the hell, are you trying to kill me with laughter?]

[Baby Star is so brave, mama loves you]

[How does Mu Chi say such thunderously shocking lines with that cold, elegant face of his? /Crying-laughing emoji]

[All this talk of ‘eggs’… he must say it a lot in private. /Dog head]

[Is the Demon King’s egg nice to look at, Mu Chi? /Shy]

[Everyone, pick up your dropped underwear from the floor.]

After Mu Chi finished his round, he passed by Xia Yang’s house and was called out: “Mu Chi, you’re something else.”

“Ah, the Xia family’s daughter-in-law, Jin Liusun,” Mu Chi greeted. “Hello there.”

Jin Liusun: “??”

Xia Yang also looked utterly confused.

Mu Chi clasped his hands in a congratulatory gesture. “Wishing you eternal happiness, a perfect union, and a child soon.”

“…”

Xia Yang hurried out. “Don’t talk nonsense. There’s nothing between him and me. It’s just my mom insisting he stay for dinner.”

Mu Chi was taken aback. He was about to say ‘What does that have to do with me?’ when those very words were uttered by a cool, deep male voice: “What does it have to do with him? There’s no need for you to explain yourself to him.”

Qi Liao strode over, like a wild beast patrolling its territory, pulled Mu Chi into his embrace, and looked  at Xia Yang. “You’ve crossed the line. Three meters outside.”

[!!! So Alpha!]

[This is what it means to have the full aura of a total top.]

[Another day being impressed by the Demon King’s act.]

[Both cool and handsome, plus possessiveness off the charts.]

[Fight, fight, fight!]

The scene froze instantly, like solid ice, with only the bitter cold wind making everyone shiver.

Mu Chi trembled in Qi Liao’s embrace, his little heart both numb and thrilled, barely suppressing a burst of laughter.

Qi Liao glanced sideways, looking down, and seeing him holding back laughter, the corners of his own mouth slowly curved into a smile.

Their eyes met, the gaze almost tangible.

They could converse with just a look:

“Gege, you’re so cool, so domineering, I love it.”

“If you like it, I’ll act like this more.”

It wasn’t really an act, but Mu Chi liked him to perform, so performing a little was fine.

Qi Liao lifted his eyes, commanding Xia Yang, “Step back. Beyond three meters.”

Xia Yang didn’t move, just as unruly as their first meeting, staring coldly at Qi Liao. “What if I refuse?”

“So you want to fight?”

Xia Yang shed all pretense, clenching his fists. “If I win, give Mu Chi to me.”

Qi Liao let out a dismissive laugh. “Mu Chi isn’t an object. Ask him.”

“Then I’ll rephrase. If I win, you give up on Mu Chi.”

Qi Liao’s expression darkened slightly.

Mu Chi’s heart skipped a beat. No way? A bet this big?

Xia Yang: “If you win, I give up on Mu Chi.”

Qi Liao released Mu Chi’s shoulder, a seemingly casual move, but he was clearly provoked. “What makes you think you can negotiate wins and losses with me? Compete with me for Mu Chi? Just because my father sponsored you, you think you can stand as my equal?”

Xia Yang: “I’m not greedy. I don’t hope to be your equal. Just surpassing you by a little is enough satisfaction.”

“And that ‘little’ is Mu Chi? You’re as shallow as Lucas.”

Lucas, inexplicably dragged in: “?? I get shot even while lying down?”

“Maybe.” Xia Yang said indifferently. “Something I set my eyes on, I must obtain, even if it bankrupts me.”

“Just like your car, you had to make it yours even if you were drowning in debt.” Qi Liao hit directly on Xia Yang’s deeply hidden vanity. “Do you really like racing? Or is it…”

Qi Liao raised a hand, lifting it gently, then turned his palm downward, as if shattering a crystal ball containing all beautiful dreams, “…that you’re imitating me?”

Xia Yang’s pupils contracted, his gaze falling on the unmelted hailstones on the ground, as if they were the fragments of that crystal ball.

Qi Liao sneered. “You think I’d believe such a coincidence? The boy my father sponsored happens to also like racing? You thought that by liking racing, you could someday have common ground with me? Even replace me?”

Xia Yang pressed his lips together, his face, which had reined in all its ferocity, twisting again briefly before being suppressed. “Say what you will. I only hope you honor the current bet. If you lose, give up Mu Chi.”

Mu Chi was utterly stunned. Hearing this, he instinctively looked at Qi Liao. “Gege…”

Qi Liao’s sharply defined face was cold and resolute under the gloomy sky, but his deep brown-grey eyes were as soft as spring water, this tenderness reserved solely for Mu Chi. “Don’t worry. I won’t lose.”