The Love Reality Show's Big Boss and Little Sweetie - Chapter 62

[The Demon King has acknowledged Mu Chi as his boyfriend!]

[Cause for celebration! We finally waited for this day!]

[Congratulations! I’ll contribute 100 kuai to the wedding fund!]

[Going public! They’re going public!]

[Mu Chi looks so stunned, hahaha!]

Not only was Mu Chi stunned, the others also wore expressions of varying degrees of horror and disbelief—why was it always Qi Liao who took the lead?!

This was especially true for Hao Wenrou. He had thought that with Mu Chi’s amnesia and the line drawn between him and Qi Liao, Qi Liao would back off knowing the difficulty. He never, ever expected that Qi Liao would openly, without the slightest attempt to hide it, acknowledge his boyfriend relationship with Mu Chi in front of everyone.

And he was even acting coquettish!

That’s right! The usually tough-as-nails Qi Liao asking Mu Chi to shell prawns for him—if that wasn’t acting coquettish, what was?

Mu Chi, feeling like thunder was crashing over his head, was stiffly pressed down onto the stool. Qi Liao, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, moved the plate of prawns right in front of himself, making it convenient for Mu Chi to shell them for him.

Mu Chi: “……”

Once Ying Xuan joined the table, lunch began.

Qi Liao stared at his little boyfriend who was pretending to have amnesia. “I want to eat prawns.”

Mu Chi had no choice but to pick up a prawn and meticulously shell it for Qi Liao.

Qi Liao ate it in one bite and said, “More.”

Mu Chi suddenly felt like he was tending to a small child… How disturbing. He righteously and sternly said to Qi Liao, “I’ll teach you how to shell them.”

Qi Liao turned his head away. “Not learning.”

“……”

[ Demon King, have you turned into a spoiled brat? Hahaha!]

[LMAO, even the Demon King’s coquettish act is so demonic!]

[This proves the old saying true: the crying child gets the milk. Look, Mu Chi is shelling another prawn for the Demon King.]

[Demon King’s inner thoughts: What’s wrong with having my wifey shell prawns for me for a lifetime?]

[You must be loving and sweet like this for your whole lives!~]

[The Fire & Water CP has sweetened me into a coma again!]

The meal concluded, with neither the hosts nor the guests finding much joy in it.

After eating, everyone needed their  midday nap. Mu Chi had already rested and couldn’t possibly sleep more, so he wanted to find something to do.

He didn’t know if Qi Liao had read the love letters he took, and Mu Chi held no hope regarding that—this humiliation was inevitable. But since Qi Liao could take his love letters, why couldn’t he take Qi Liao’s?

No sooner said than done. Mu Chi stealthily crept to Qi Liao’s door and knocked.

“Who is it?”

“……Me.”

“The door’s unlocked. Come in.” Qi Liao’s voice was laced with laughter.

Mu Chi immediately felt like he was entering a dragon’s den and a tiger’s lair. But he had no choice now. Steeling himself, he opened the door, his face a mask of cool indifference. “I came to get some things.”

“Go ahead.” Qi Liao seemed very accommodating.

This only made Mu Chi more suspicious. Wasn’t Qi Liao afraid he would take away his “criminal evidence”?

Thinking this, Mu Chi walked to the desk, pulled open the drawer, and took out the entire thick stack of envelopes and stationery inside. He refused to believe he couldn’t find any love letters here.

“Is that all?” Qi Liao watched him with leisurely composure.

Mu Chi nodded. “Mnn.”

As he left, he pulled the door closed. Suddenly, he met Qi Liao’s gaze—it held a beast-like predatory intensity that made him dare not look longer. He hurriedly shut the door.

Back in his own room, Mu Chi spread the envelopes and paper out on the bed, searching carefully. Finally, he found one sheet with writing on it.

The strokes were powerful and strong:

Silence is a virtue, but before the one you like, silence is a form of cowardice.
— Tagore

Mu Chi: “……”

Was Qi Liao scolding him, or was he scolding Qi Liao?

Mu Chi was so furious he wanted to tear the letter to shreds, but in the end, he stopped himself. He stared dejectedly at that line of poetry. Just what were his feelings for Qi Liao? Even he himself couldn’t figure it out.

Lost in these chaotic thoughts, Mu Chi forgot one crucial point: there were no love letters from Qi Liao in that box, nor were there any from himself.

By the afternoon, the weather was not as sweltering as the previous few days, making surfing much more comfortable.

Standing on his surfboard, Mu Chi was lifted and carried shoreward by a cresting wave. In that moment, pure joy made him forget all his worries; only the blue sky, white clouds, emerald sea, and golden sand were real.

As he reached the shore, Hao Wenrou offered him a bottle of mineral water. “Brother Mu, are you thirsty?”

Mu Chi remembered the bottle of water he had asked Hao Wenrou for on the minibus back then. He smiled and accepted it. “Thanks. I’m just getting thirsty.”

Hao Wenrou gave a slight smile. Just then, Xu Wuxing also reached the shore, carrying his surfboard as he walked over. “Brother Mu, I thought you lost your memories. How come you didn’t forget how to surf?”

Xu Wuxing had originally planned to use this opportunity to teach Mu Chi, hoping to heat up their relationship.

Mu Chi paused. Seeing Hao Wenrou also begin to look skeptical, he quickly explained, “I did lose my memories, but it’s probably muscle memory.”

Xu Wuxing, who had only asked casually, had a sudden realization. “So that’s how it is!”

Mu Chi added, “It’s like the national radio calisthenics. Even if everyone forgets it, they can still do a few moves from muscle memory.”

Hao Wenrou reluctantly accepted this explanation. “Then, Brother Mu…”

“I can’t very well teach you using muscle memory,” Mu Chi said, cutting him off. “I see Xu Wuxing is pretty good at surfing. You should learn from him.”

Hao Wenrou and Xu Wuxing exchanged a glance. Xu Wuxing said smugly, “I was personally instructed by Brother Qi. If you learn from me, you have to listen to me.”

Hao Wenrou: “Forget it, then.”

Xu Wuxing, his pride wounded, flared up. “With your level of perseverance? Forget surfing, you’d give up halfway through anything you do. You’ll never amount to much.”

“You dare lecture me?” Hao Wenrou’s face flushed red with anger. “With your half-baked skills, I’d be afraid of drowning if I learned from you.”

“If you drown, I’ll give you my life in return!”

“Fine! I’ll learn! Let’s see what you can actually teach me.”

“Heh, don’t speak too soon. It might not be that I’m a bad teacher, but that you’re too stupid to learn properly.”

Thoroughly provoked, Hao Wenrou snatched Lucas’s surfboard. “Lend me this!”

The two of them marched into the sea like a pair of fighting cocks. Xu Wuxing’s teaching was a complete mess, and Hao Wenrou’s learning was an equal disaster, earning him Xu Wuxing’s merciless taunts: “Wrong, wrong! You look like a frog like that, hahaha!”

Hao Wenrou was on the verge of tears. “It’s because you’re a terrible teacher! Brother Mu, save me!”

Mu Chi: “…”

Just as Mu Chi was about to go rescue them, he saw Qi Liao charge over to where Hao Wenrou and Xu Wuxing were. He grabbed one in each hand and hauled them back to shore, his face dark. “Trying to get someone killed? If you want to die, go somewhere else. Don’t do it in front of everyone.”

Hao Wenrou and Xu Wuxing immediately settled down. Mu Chi, thus spared the trouble, went under a sun umbrella to eat some chilled watermelon.

“Can I have one?” A cool, clear voice came from beside him.

Mu Chi looked up. It was none other than that strikingly handsome guy with the fair complexion and phoenix eyes—Guan Yuzhen.

Guan Yuzhen’s dark, slightly long hair was tied back at the nape of his neck with a band, with only a few damp strands falling over his forehead. He looked casual and gentle, but his smile didn’t reach his eyes, making him seem unapproachable.

Mu Chi handed him a slice of watermelon.

Guan Yuzhen sat down in the beach chair on the other side of the table and leisurely watched as Qi Liao approached.

“Piss off,” Qi Liao said, stopping in front of him, not a hint of courtesy in his tone.

Guan Yuzhen took a bite of watermelon and said unhurriedly, “You’re the first person to ever tell me to piss off.”

Mu Chi inexplicably thought of the Mary Sue novels he read in high school. “Man, you’re so special. You’ve caught my attention.”

Qi Liao: “…”

Guan Yuzhen nearly choked. He turned his face away, stifling a laugh. Once he had finally managed to control his expression, he nodded. “He is quite special.”

Qi Liao clenched his fist. “I said, piss off.”

[Hahahaha, the Demon King instantly turns irritable whenever Pillow Guy is around!]

[Pillow Guy really has no sense of tact!]

[Mu Chi, what are you doing? Cooperating with Pillow Guy?]

[No wonder the Demon King is jealous.]

[Wait, the Demon King is jealous? Doesn’t Pillow Guy like him? What’s he jealous about?]

[Forget the jealousy for a moment. The key point is that Pillow Guy is really annoying.]

[Pillow Guy is weird. I always feel his motives aren’t simple. Let’s keep watching.]

Guan Yuzhen tossed his watermelon rind into a trash bag, pulled out a tissue to wipe his mouth, and only then stood up, facing Qi Liao directly. It was only then that everyone noticed Guan Yuzhen’s height was also close to 190 cm.

He possessed a height, aura, and intensity of gaze that rivaled Qi Liao’s. The difference was that Guan Yuzhen liked to smile. “Why so angry? I haven’t done anything.”

Qi Liao said flatly, “Even if you do nothing, you’re an eyesore to me.”

Guan Yuzhen chuckled and asked Lucas, who was nearby, “Am I an eyesore?”

Lucas cheekily sidled up to him. “Of course not. Let’s go chat somewhere else.”

“No, thanks. I’m here to pick a fight.”

“??”

[???]

[Pillow Guy is here to pick a fight?]

[With the Demon King? Why??]

[Love has turned to hatred, I guess.]

Qi Liao rotated his wrist, the joints cracking. “Perfect. I was just thinking of stretching my limbs. If I win, you leave this place.”

Guan Yuzhen feigned surprise. “Who said I was picking a fight with you? I’m fighting Mu Chi.”

“…What?”

Mu Chi, who had just been eating his watermelon, nearly spat it out. He looked up at Guan Yuzhen in disbelief.

Guan Yuzhen pointed at Qi Liao and said to Mu Chi, “You and I will have a fight. If I win… he belongs to me.”

Mu Chi: “…” Can I just forfeit?

But meeting Qi Liao’s intense gaze, Mu Chi suddenly found he couldn’t utter the word “surrender.”