The Love Reality Show's Big Boss and Little Sweetie - Chapter 61

The seventeen year old Mu Chi was passionate, pure, and direct, possessing all the finest qualities—a youth yet to be battered by the harsh realities of society.

The twenty-five-year-old Mu Chi, while fundamentally the same in nature, had changed subtly. He now understood the rules by which this world operated, especially in the entertainment industry, where a celebrity who lost their value would lose everything.

For those walking the idol path, their public persona was especially critical. Mu Chi hadn’t yet reached the stage for a career transformation; a single misstep could plunge him into an abyss.

He didn’t dare let his persona crumble. Trampling over his own conscience to walk this path was simply his hope of earning a little more money…

And then, in the blink of an eye, amnesia struck. The seventeen-year-old version of himself had turned the dating show completely upside down. The only consolation was that he wasn’t the only one whose persona was collapsing. Aside from Qi Liao, everyone had let their façades crack, some more than others.

Xu Wuxing had transformed from the Prince of Singing and Dancing into an immature little ghost.

Hao Wenrou had shifted from a gentle, delicate white flower into a scheming green tea b*tch.

Lucas had devolved from a refined international supermodel into a flirty, promiscuous social butterfly.

Ying Xuan occasionally surprised everyone with unexpected moves.

As for Qi Liao, his persona had crumbled the least. Only under Mu Chi’s relentless pursuit had his smiles become slightly more frequent. And, defying all expectations, he had even become Mu Chi’s boyfriend.

Mu Chi didn’t know: after losing his memory and acquiring this boyfriend, would their relationship survive the moment his memories returned?

Arriving at the hotel, Qi Liao set Mu Chi down and said, “Go back first.”

Seeing Guan Yuzhen, Mu Chi blurted out, “Aren’t we going to hit him anymore?”

Guan Yuzhen: “??”

Qi Liao shot a glance at Guan Yuzhen. “It’s unimportant now.”

[At a time like this, of course the wifey is the most important!]

[Pillow Guy can go find someplace cool to hang out!]

[Lucas, did your seduction plan fail?]

[Looks like it failed. Pillow Guy doesn’t seem interested in him.]

[Another day of heartbreak for Lucas!]

[Mu Chi, you must remember all the days and nights you shared with the Demon King!]

[Days and nights~ ]

Mu Chi’s mind was still in chaos, but he got into the SUV with practiced ease, automatically taking the passenger seat.

Qi Liao glanced at him while fastening his own seatbelt.

Mu Chi hesitated before asking him. “What are you looking at?”

Qi Liao: “I hate it when people put on airs.”

Mu Chi’s heart jolted. “I—”

“But your act is the least convincing,” Qi Liao said. “You’ve let the filling show.”

Mu Chi’s face tightened. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve always been like this.”

Qi Liao didn’t argue. The newly memory-restored Mu Chi might struggle to accept things and resist him for now, but it didn’t matter. He had plenty of ways to help Mu Chi “remember.”

[I find Mu Chi’s icy act hilarious now.]

[What filling? A silly, sweet filling?]

[Mhmm, you’ve always been this kind of little sweetie.]

[Mu Chi: cat trying to look cool.jpg]

The group returned to the courtyard. Ying Xuan went to prepare a meal and said to Qi Liao, “You stay and keep him company properly.”

Qi Liao: “Mnn.”

[Ying Xuan is just too much of a gentleman—that’s why he’s still single.]

[His gentle expression says it all!]

[And Xu Wuxing is still his clueless self.]

Hao Wenrou, assuming Mu Chi had forgotten his history with Qi Liao and reverted to his former self, went to wash and cut some fruit. “Brother Mu, have some fruit to settle your nerves.”

Mu Chi sat straight, eating the fruit platter with reserved dignity. Every bite was chewed slowly and deliberately, his movements as elegant as a medieval aristocrat’s.

Qi Liao sat beside him and polished off his own portion of fruit in three or four large bites.

Mu Chi: “…”

Hao Wenrou: “…”

Qi Liao commanded, “Not enough. Go cut some more.”

Hao Wenrou snapped angrily, “No! If you want more, cut it yourself!”

[Hahahaha the Demon King is still as demonic as ever!]

[Wenrou, your persona is completely shattered!]

[Watching Mu Chi force this act is so entertaining!]

At this moment, Xu Wuxing stepped forward, bursting with righteous spirit. “It’s just cutting some fruit. I’ll do it.”

In the kitchen, Xu Wuxing grabbed one of Ying Xuan’s kitchen knives and launched into a chaotic assault on the apples, oranges, and dragon fruit on the cutting board—clearly, he’d spent plenty of time playing fruit-slicing mobile games.

Ying Xuan stared at the tragically mutilated fruit in silence.

Xu Wuxing felt something was a bit off, but didn’t dwell on it. He dumped all the fruit haphazardly into a large glass bowl and brought it out to everyone. “Eat up!”

Mu Chi: “… I’m full. The rest of you, please enjoy.”

Hao Wenrou’s scorching review: “Is this how you feed pigs?”

Xu Wuxing immediately started arguing with him. Mu Chi listened until his head was buzzing, then went upstairs by himself to rest. Qi Liao followed behind him with a casual air.

Just as Mu Chi reached the door of his own bedroom, Qi Liao remarked, “You certainly remember which room is yours.”

“……” Mu Chi turned to face him. “I have no idea. Could you please tell me which one is my room?”

Qi Liao pointed to his own room. “This one.”

Mu Chi steeled himself and walked into Qi Liao’s room, looking around. “It doesn’t seem familiar.”

Qi Liao leaned against the doorframe. “It’s yours.”

“My room is this plain?”

“Indeed.”

Mu Chi shot him an annoyed glare. “Fine. I need to rest now. Please leave.”

Understanding the principle of knowing when to advance and when to retreat, Qi Liao took one step forward, grasped the door handle, then stepped back twice. As the door gradually closed, his gaze remained locked on Mu Chi until it was finally blocked by the thin, aged door panel.

Mu Chi stood rooted to the spot, only letting out a breath five seconds later—he’d actually forgotten to breathe.

He reached out and touched Qi Liao’s bed. The dark gray bedsheets, the neatly folded quilt, not a single wrinkle on the bedding… it was obvious it hadn’t been slept in for a long time…

Remembering that Qi Liao had previously been sleeping with him, Mu Chi’s face flushed scarlet. He collapsed onto the bed, silently pounding the mattress.

Ten minutes later, Mu Chi felt a familiar pressure in his bladder… He couldn’t hold it any longer. Sneaking the door open, the first thing he saw to his right was Qi Liao.

Qi Liao leaned alone against the railing, playing on his phone, seemingly unbothered by the heat. Hearing the door, he looked up and smiled. “What is it?”

Mu Chi: “…What are you doing?”

Qi Liao slipped his phone into his trouser pocket and stood there with a rogue air. “Nothing much.”

In just that short time, the cameraman had started sweating, yet the two of them in the frame looked like they were acting in an idol drama, radiating pure, youthful romance.

[A man waiting for his wifey is the handsomest!]

[A man guarding outside his wifey’s door is the coolest!]

[A man who tricks his wifey into his own room is the most badass!]

[Please get to it for 300 rounds right where you are, okay?!]

Mu Chi, caught in a dilemma, simply gave up and asked, “Where’s the bathroom?”

Qi Liao lied without blinking: “It’s in my room. I’ll take you there.”

Mu Chi barely suppressed an eye-roll. That’s MY room!

Back in his actual room, Mu Chi naturally went to use the bathroom. After coming out, he didn’t want to leave. This room was spacious, had an amazing view, and even had its own private bathing facilities—it was the one specially prepared for him by the production crew!

You damned Qi Liao, occupying another’s nest! How dare you!

As their eyes met, Mu Chi projected all his resentment. Qi Liao, acting magnanimous, said, “This room is more suitable for recuperation. I’ll yield it to you.”

Mu Chi didn’t bother with polite refusals. “Many thanks.”

Qi Liao still didn’t leave. “Alright then, I’ll just gather my things.” He walked to the desk and pulled open a drawer.

Mu Chi: “Hey!”

Qi Liao looked at him, smiling. “Hmm?”

With the cameraman right at the door, Mu Chi kept a straight face. “I need to rest right now. You go out. You can collect your things later.”

Qi Liao: “I’m just getting a few love letters.”

“……” The old love letters were one thing, but the one Mu Chi had just written was still lying fresh in that drawer, unseen by anyone.

[?? I remember now! Mu Chi’s love letters could only be translated by Qi Liao, so Qi Liao took them all!]

[Holy crap, so there were signs all along!]

[They’re basically cohabiting now, so those love letters are currently in Mu Chi’s drawer?]

[So Mu Chi is stopping Qi Liao from getting those letters… does he remember?]

[This suggests Mu Chi never had a second amnesia at all!]

[The conclusion is they’re acting right now? Mu Chi thinks he’s fooled Qi Liao by pretending to have amnesia, but Qi Liao knows he’s faking!]

[666 They’re playing this so well!]

“Then… go ahead and take them.” Mu Chi glared with his peach-blossom eyes, desperately trying to force a smile as serene and detached as a chrysanthemum.

Qi Liao took all the love letters, including the one Mu Chi had just written but hadn’t yet mailed. Before leaving, he said, “I will definitely read these love letters carefully, meticulously, studying every single word and sentence. Guess who they’re all from?”

Mu Chi was about to lose his composure. “I don’t know, and I don’t want to know.”

Qi Liao tapped the envelope against his own chest. “They’re from my sweetheart.”

Mu Chi: “……”

On camera, Mu Chi’s eyes brightened slightly, filled with joy. Yet he feigned calmness and closed the door.

[LMAO, Mu Chi, you can’t hide it much longer!]

[Eyes don’t lie—he still likes the Demon King!]

[The Demon King is so bad, yet he loves him so much!]

Lying in his own bed put Mu Chi at ease, and he fell asleep shortly after. He woke about forty or fifty minutes later, stretching lazily and instinctively calling out, “Gege?”

Silence surrounded him. No one was there.

Mu Chi felt dazed for a moment before hearing a knock. “Awake? Time to eat.”

Mu Chi opened the door and walked downstairs towards the dining room with Qi Liao.

Watching Qi Liao’s tall back, another scene flashed in Mu Chi’s mind: himself sprawled on Qi Liao’s back, speaking truths he thought might get him killed—that he didn’t truly dislike Qi Liao, and even… rather liked him.

Liked him?

Mu Chi missed a step. With a yelp, he pitched forward, thumping right into Qi Liao’s back, effectively hanging onto him.

“……”

Qi Liao was already accustomed to Mu Chi’s occasional clumsiness. His body swayed, but he planted his foot firmly on the ground, steadied himself, and taking advantage of the momentum hitched the person higher onto his back.

The lean young man was now on his back, his two long legs dangling at Qi Liao’s sides.

Qi Liao pinched the young man’s thigh, eliciting a small gasp of surprise. “Y-You… put me down.”

“Is that the only thing you know how to say?” Qi Liao laughed as he carried the other out the door. “Say something else.”

Mu Chi had apparently used up his entire vocabulary during his middle and high school Chinese classes, and now couldn’t find a single word to describe his current feelings. “Put me down!”

“Won’t.”

Mu Chi kicked his legs, trying to shake himself loose. Qi Liao had no choice but to release him. “Don’t fall.”

Once steady on his feet, a thin layer of sweat had formed on Mu Chi’s forehead. He wiped it away with the back of his hand and glared at Qi Liao, huffing, “Don’t ever do that again in the future. It’s highly improper.”

Qi Liao folded his arms, unconcerned. “I’ve carried you on my back countless times. Just think of me as Zhu Bajie.”

It took Mu Chi a full five seconds to grasp the allusion to “Zhu Bajie carrying his wife.” He chided, “Wishful thinking.”

Qi Liao looked at him, smiling. “Why is your face so red?” He raised a hand as if to touch it. “Right here.”

Mu Chi flusteredly took a step back. “Isn’t it time to eat? Let’s go eat.” He walked, familiar and unhesitating, towards the dining room connected to the kitchen.

Everyone was there, busy enjoying the air conditioning and chatting, waiting for the food to be served. No one had noticed what happened outside.

Mu Chi breathed a sigh of relief. If they had seen, he would have lost face all over again—wait, no, the cameraman was there. The entire process had already been witnessed by millions of netizens.

“……”

Xu Wuxing called out, “Brother Mu, come sit by me.”

Mu Chi sat down dumbly between Xu Wuxing and Hao Wenrou. Qi Liao came in, took one look, and directly plucked Mu Chi away to sit by his own side.

Mu Chi: “What are you doing?”

Qi Liao declared openly and without shame: “I don’t know how to shell prawns. I’m asking my little boyfriend to help me.”

Everyone: “!!!”