The Love Reality Show's Big Boss and Little Sweetie - Chapter 58

【What the hell? In this day and age, there are still arranged marriages for unborn children?】

【I knew it! Whenever the director inserts someone, it’s never for a good reason.】

【I absolutely refuse to believe this was a chance encounter. This Guan Yuzhen clearly has an agenda.】

【Remember Jin Liusun? That Korean guy also said he liked Qi Liao at first.】

【Is Guan Yuzhen going to pull the same trick?】

【The director just never gets tired of throwing obstacles in the Fire and Water CP’s path.】

【Dare to swear the oath!】

Guan Yuzhen did not swear the oath. “You’ll know if you ask your mother.”

Qi Liao sneered. “Don’t dare to swear?”

Guan Yuzhen: “You don’t dare to ask your mother? This was a decision made by the elders. I couldn’t do anything about it. You can’t expect me to swear some terrible oath over it.”

Qi Liao wasted no more breath on him. He walked aside and called his mother.

Five seconds later, the call connected. “Mom, you’re watching the dating show, right?”

Madam Qi: “…Well, yes.”

“Is what he said true? You and your best friend arranged a marriage for your unborn children?”

“Well, I can’t really remember clearly. It might be true.” Madam Qi was noncommittal. “You know, that was over twenty years ago.”

“Something that important? If you don’t remember, then it didn’t happen.” Qi Liao knew his parents all too well. If such a thing existed, they would have been ringing bells and beating drums to announce it to the world long ago.

Madam Qi: “We can’t say it didn’t happen either. Let me ask Madam Guan.”

“Don’t ask. I don’t acknowledge it,” Qi Liao stated firmly. “If he’s here to cause trouble, regardless of whether he’s your best friend’s son or not, I won’t hold back.”

“…” Madam Qi cleared her throat. “Son, do you… have someone you like?”

“If you can’t tell, you should get a pair of reading glasses.”

“Is that any way to talk to your mother?”

“Since this matter doesn’t exist, I’m hanging up.” Qi Liao hung up on his own accord, turned around, and said to Guan Yuzhen, “My mother said there was no arranged marriage.”

Guan Yuzhen: “But my mother said there was. And your mother just forgot; she didn’t say there wasn’t one.”

Qi Liao looked him over. “On one hand, you claim you couldn’t do anything about the arranged marriage, yet on the other, you’re desperately trying to confirm it. What major illness are you suffering from?”

Guan Yuzhen: “…”

Mu Chi also leaned towards the idea that no such arrangement existed. He analyzed it logically: “And you refuse to swear the oath, which shows you have a guilty conscience.”

Qi Liao pressed him. “Who sent you? My big brother again?”

Qi Yuan, a thousand miles away: “…So much for ‘foolproof.’ Director Lin really wants to become a eunuch.”

Cornered, Guan Yuzhen instead laughed. “Think what you will. I have nothing more to say. After all, something like an arranged marriage for unborn children is just a verbal promise. There’s no proof or contract. It can be broken anytime.”

Qi Liao didn’t comment on this, but Mu Chi spoke up: “What broken promise? How can you break something that never existed? Stop spreading baseless rumors.”

Guan Yuzhen looked at the furious, beautiful young man. “No wonder Qi Liao likes you. You’re even pretty when you’re angry.”

“…”

Qi Liao addressed the group. “It’s getting late. Let’s head back.”

Everyone packed up and started back. Guan Yuzhen watched from a distance as they got into the cars and drove away, shrugged, walked over to his motorcycle, and was just putting on his helmet when his phone rang.

Guan Yuzhen held the receiver to his ear. “President Qi, did I perform well enough?”

Qi Yuan’s voice was cold. “Well enough that you didn’t dare swear the oath.”

Guan Yuzhen chuckled. “I’m good at lying, but I can lie to people, not to heaven. What if the curse comes true? If I’m impotent for life, will you give me happiness?”

“…Get lost.” Qi Yuan said, “Forget it. Your ‘assistance’ isn’t needed. You can go back now.”

Guan Yuzhen said breezily, “It’s easier to invite the deity than to send him away. I have my own goals too. Thanks for the opportunity.”

“What goals?” Qi Yuan asked. “If you actually succeed in breaking them up, I’ll break your third leg.”

Guan Yuzhen laughed in anger. “You brothers are exactly the same. So fierce all the time. Be careful you don’t scare your future wives away.”

…

That night, Mu Chi tossed and turned in bed.

Qi Liao was also awake. He pulled the other man firmly into his arms. “You said if I won, you’d give me a mysterious gift.”

Mu Chi had already decided on the gift, but he wasn’t in the mood right now. “I’ll give it to you in a few days.”

Qi Liao was silent for a moment. “I want it now.”

“?” Mu Chi said, “I’m not ready yet.”

“Then tell me what it is.”

Successfully distracted, Mu Chi felt his face grow warm and didn’t dare answer.

Qi Liao guessed, “You didn’t buy something strange online, did you?”

“No.”

“Then you made it yourself?”

Mu Chi thought about it. “Sort of.”

“Something… like lingerie?”

“…You could say that.”

Qi Liao said, “Let me see.”

Held securely within Qi Liao’s broad, solid embrace, Mu Chi’s heart gradually settled. “It’s really not ready yet.”

“But I want it now.” Qi Liao was rarely this petulant. “Even a half-finished product is fine.”

Mu Chi’s heart thumped wildly, a peculiar itch slowly blossoming within him, rekindling a small flame that only Qi Liao could ignite.

Pressed tightly together, separated only by two layers of soft, silky fabric, Mu Chi’s soaring body temperature couldn’t escape Qi Liao’s notice.

Qi Liao held him, his lips pressing against the nape of Mu Chi’s neck, giving a light nip. “Give me the gift.”

The scorching breath on his neck had already made Mu Chi go weak. The bite made him push Qi Liao away as if fleeing, turning to face him. Two blushes stained Mu Chi’s cheeks. “You really want it?”

“Mhm.” Qi Liao raised a brow. His original intention was to distract Mu Chi from overthinking, but now he found himself growing genuinely anticipatory.

Mu Chi hesitated for a moment, then slowly pressed closer against Qi Liao. His hands hung at his sides before slowly coming to rest on Qi Liao’s waist. “I… I’m not very good at this. Don’t… don’t make fun of me.”

Qi Liao paused, understanding his meaning. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he tried to remain calm. “It’s fine. I’ll definitely laugh at you.”

Mu Chi shot him an embarrassed, annoyed glare, then yanked open the belt of his robe, ready to commit his ‘misdeed’.

Qi Liao let out a low chuckle, tucking Mu Chi deeper into his embrace, like holding a large ball of cotton candy he frequently wanted to bite. “What’s the rush? If you don’t know how, I’ll teach you.”

Mu Chi leaned against his pectoral muscles, his peach-blossom eyes glistening as he glared. “Do you often… help yourself?”

“Of course not.” Qi Liao said. “Too much is bad for your health. It’s counterproductive when the real thing happens.”

“You never thought about being in a relationship, yet you’ve considered even this?”

Qi Liao was helpless. “Why are you jealous of everything? I’m just stating scientific fact.”

Mu Chi’s hands were like loaches, slippery and sliding everywhere.

Qi Liao’s muscles noticeably tensed. He raised a hand to stroke Mu Chi’s round head, his fingers threading through the soft, smooth hair, like passing through a cool sea, soothing his own magma-like heat.

“Gege…” Mu Chi stared at Qi Liao’s bobbing Adam’s apple, then suddenly caught it between his teeth.

Qi Liao nearly surrendered on the spot. He grabbed the scruff of Mu Chi’s neck, much like lifting a kitten. “There should be a cat in the Chinese zodiac. You must be born in the Year of the Cat.”

“I’m a Rabbit. But even rabbits bite when cornered.”

Qi Liao chuckled deeply. “Mhm. You not only bite, you also kick, scratch, and have me wrapped around your little finger.”

Mu Chi’s wrist was getting sore. He lifted his face and kissed Qi Liao’s well-defined jawline. “Brother truly belongs to the Year of the Dragon… a huge dragon.”

Qi Liao looked down at him. The beautiful youth pressed against him had a small face and delicate features, like a freshly ripened peach, unbearably fresh and tender, sweet even if you didn’t take a bite.

But right now, he seemed a little unable to resist tasting.

Qi Liao lowered his head. Their lips met, and the hand Mu Chi was using for his ‘misdeed‘ was captured. “One must give a gift in return after receiving one.”

The situation reversed. Mu Chi’s head was spun dizzy by the kiss, allowing Qi Liao to reciprocate his gift—

The gift’s outer wrapping was opened, revealing a garden full of spring scenery, with lush grass and orioles flying. It turned out to be springtime itself.

Qi Liao took out the oriole model from the gift box, examining and appreciating it carefully. “Do you like it?”

Mu Chi felt as if he were lying by a spring lake, surrounded by blooming flowers, a golden sun slowly rising. He drifted in the water, his heart full of joy.

Qi Liao said to him, “If you like it, make a sound.”

Mu Chi, overwhelmed, let out a soft, “…Mmn…”

…

The next day, Mu Chi woke up languid and delicate, going for a run with Qi Liao.

After their breakthrough following the kiss, it was as if Mu Chi’s Ren and Du meridians had been unblocked. He actually managed to run five kilometers in the park.

Qi Liao was even more vigorous, running a full eight kilometers before stopping.

The two walked along the lake, sitting on a bench to watch the rising morning sun. Mu Chi couldn’t help but recall the “dream” of that golden sun and sighed, “What a beautiful morning, what a beautiful day.”

Cameraman: “?”

【What’s up with my male god? He looks radiant with spring vitality.】

【Did they maybe do the shameful thing?】

【If they really did it, he wouldn’t be able to get up.】

【Maybe Mu Chi is exceptionally gifted and could manage seven times a night!】

【Mu Chi definitely looks… well-hydrated.】

【The Great King is also glowing, just like a groom!】

【I’m going to crawl under their bed tonight to eavesdrop! So excited!】

The two walked back hand in hand, like any young couple deeply in love, sweet enough to give netizens diabetes.

Just as they were about to take a shortcut through a small grove, they ran headlong into people they shouldn’t have: Xia Yang and Guan Yuzhen.

“…………”

【? This is epic.】

【What kind of meeting is this, so awkward you could dig a mansion out with your toes.】

【It would be even more dramatic if Hao Wenrou and Xu Wuxing were here too.】

【Fight! Fight! Fight!】

“Good morning,” Guan Yuzhen greeted with a smile.

Qi Liao tried to lead Mu Chi past them, but Guan Yuzhen blocked their way. “Don’t be in such a hurry. Let’s run together.”

“Already finished.” Qi Liao raised his sports watch, which brightly displayed 10,000 meters.

“Only ten thousand? You can run more.”

“Move.”

“No.”

“Looking for a fight?”

“You’d really hit me? But we’re live, you know.”

Qi Liao’s good morning mood was ruined, a vein bulging at his temple. “What do you actually want?”

Guan Yuzhen said, “I just want to win back my betrothed-from-the-womb fiancé, that’s all.”

“…” Qi Liao restrained his anger. “Don’t refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit.”

Guan Yuzhen spun in place and hugged himself. “I’m so scared. My fiancé actually wants to hit me.”

Qi Liao clenched his fist.

Smack!

Guan Yuzhen’s head snapped to the side. He blinked his phoenix eyes in disbelief, looking at Mu Chi.

Mu Chi, fist still clenched, said, “You asked for it.”

Guan Yuzhen shared Mu Chi’s pale, cool-toned skin. A large fist mark quickly bloomed on his cheek, looking somewhat ridiculous. His clear, sharp eyes stared coldly at Mu Chi.

Mu Chi hid further behind Qi Liao. “If you keep calling him your fiancé, I’ll hit you again.”

Guan Yuzhen stared at him fixedly for a while, then suddenly burst into laughter as if poked in a funny bone. “Haha, hahahaha!”

“…”

Xia Yang took two steps away from Guan Yuzhen.

Guan Yuzhen was still laughing.

Mu Chi: “…Are you having a psychotic break?”

Guan Yuzhen: “Hahahaha! You’re just too much fun!”

“???”