The Love Reality Show's Big Boss and Little Sweetie - Chapter 63

The scene fell into an eerily quiet stillness.

After a long moment, Qi Liao asked Mu Chi with anticipation, “Are you willing to fight for me?”

Mu Chi: “…………”

Guan Yuzhen watched Mu Chi with leisurely composure. “Are you willing?”

The pressure was immense for Mu Chi. With his slender arms and legs, going up against the nearly 1.9-meter-tall, muscular Guan Yuzhen would be sheer masochism. He tremblingly raised his hand and said, “Let’s return to the original question. You’re asking me for a fight?”

Guan Yuzhen: “Yes.”

Mu Chi: “I refuse. A gentleman uses his mouth, not his fists. Fighting is impolite behavior.”

Guan Yuzhen laughed out loud, as unhinged as before, as if struck by a fit of amusement.

Mu Chi grew increasingly suspicious that this man had escaped from a psychiatric hospital. What he said was perfectly normal, completely in line with most people’s logic—what was so funny about it?

Qi Liao said coldly, “Stop laughing.”

Guan Yuzhen gradually stopped. “You won’t even let me laugh? How overbearing of you.”

“……”

Mu Chi shuddered. Guan Yuzhen’s way of speaking gave him even more goosebumps than Lucas’s.

Qi Liao clenched his fist, as if barely controlling his primordial strength, and the Guan Yuzhen before him was the perfect punching bag. “You want a fight, is that it? I’ll keep you company.”

Guan Yuzhen’s tone was suggestive: “You’ll keep me company?”

Qi Liao threw a punch at him.

Guan Yuzhen was truly the first person capable of provoking Qi Liao to this extent.

The two exchanged blows on the beach. Mu Chi watched, his heart in his throat. With Guan Yuzhen’s skills, he himself would lose within ten seconds. Only Qi Liao could force Guan Yuzhen to retreat step by step.

Mu Chi couldn’t help but clench his fist and shout, “Well done!”

Xu Wuxing, the copycat: “Well done!”

Lucas: “Well done?”

Guan Yuzhen gave a hollow smile. “Lucas, you have permanently lost your qualification to win my heart.”

Lucas immediately changed his tune: “Go, Mr. Guan!”

Hao Wenrou shot him a disdainful look. “Traitor.”

Lucas was unbothered, caring only for his own amusement and opposing Mu Chi: “Mr. Guan is sure to win!”

Hearing this, Mu Chi wouldn’t stand for it. No one could doubt Gege’s… no, doubt Qi Liao’s ability. He said, “Qi Liao is sure to win!”

“Go, Mr. Guan~”

“Go, Qi Liao!”

“Mr. Guan, I love you~”

“Qi Liao, I love…!” Mu Chi hastily cut himself off, nearly biting his tongue.

[Hahahaha what a divine assist!]

[Even if Lucas is a bit of a flirt, he’s sometimes really cute!]

[You can’t hide it now, Mu Chi! / sly grin]

[Am I the only one who enjoys watching them fight?]

[The Demon King’s tough, hard-hitting style looks seriously painful. I can’t imagine how turned on Pillow Guy must be.]

[Turned on??!]

Guan Yuzhen was punched onto the gravel. Suddenly, he grabbed a handful of sand and flung it at Qi Liao’s face.

When sand first hits the face, one instinctively closes their eyes. Yet Qi Liao defied biological instinct and kept his eyes open. Guan Yuzhen threw another handful of sand.

A few grains of sand got into Qi Liao’s eyes, forcing him to close them. Guan Yuzhen leapt up, fist drawn back to strike—

Mu Chi was stunned by Guan Yuzhen’s actions. He froze during the first sand-throwing, but would be a fool not to react the second time. He immediately grabbed a handful of sand himself and threw it at Guan Yuzhen.

The handful of sand hit Guan Yuzhen in the face. He cried out and stopped, covering one eye.

Mu Chi grabbed another handful and threw it. “You shameless rogue! Scoundrel! Lunatic!”

Guan Yuzhen retreated step by step.

Mu Chi positioned himself in front of Qi Liao, aggressively pelting Guan Yuzhen with sand, covering his head and face.

Ying Xuan hurried over. “Alright, alright, that’s enough.” He helped Guan Yuzhen to the side, where Lucas diligently attended to him.

Mu Chi was fuming. Fighting was one thing, but acting like a shameless scoundrel was utterly despicable. He turned around and moved Qi Liao’s hand away from his rubbing eye. “Don’t rub it. Let me see.”

Qi Liao stopped rubbing and let Mu Chi examine his eye.

Mu Chi gently lifted Qi Liao’s eyelid and blew on his eyeball. “Hold still.”

A cool breath brushed against his eyeball. Qi Liao struggled to keep his eye open. In his blurred, foggy vision, Mu Chi was the only source of light close to him, the only one worried about him.

Mu Chi’s heart felt strangely constricted and heavy. He blew again and again on Qi Liao’s blinking eye. “If this doesn’t work, we’ll have to go to the hospital to have it flushed.”

“No need,” Qi Liao said, suppressing the upward curve of his lips. “Blow on it a little more.”Mu Chi stood on his tiptoes, bracing against Qi Liao’s deep-set eye socket, blowing puffs of air that made his eyelashes flutter and his eyelids blink incessantly.

It still felt itchy. Qi Liao couldn’t help but laugh. “Alright, there’s no more sand.”

Only then did Mu Chi feel slightly reassured. Lifting his gaze, his eyes met Qi Liao’s, and an unnamed emotion quietly sprouted, thumping against his heart.

“Mu Chi, you…”

“As long as you’re fine, that’s good.” Mu Chi took a step back, as if drawing a clear boundary line. His expression was normal, only his eyes held a trace of panic.

Qi Liao looked at him. “What are you flustered about?”

“I-I’m not flustered!” Mu Chi said, turning to grab a bottle of water to drink. “I was just… acting bravely for a righteous cause.”

Qi Liao: “I’m thirsty too.”

Mu Chi subconsciously handed over the water bottle he had just drunk from. Realizing it was inappropriate, he tried to take it back, but Qi Liao had already taken hold of it. Mu Chi tugged. “I drank from this one. I’ll get you an unopened one.”

“Unnecessary.” With that, Qi Liao forcibly took the water bottle, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he drank it all.

Mu Chi’s ears burned. He turned his face away, only to see the others watching with peculiar expressions. “…He wanted to drink it himself.”

Hao Wenrou seemed to want to say something but stopped herself.

[The water was sent by Wenrou, the water was finished by Mu Chi and Qi Liao sharing the bottle.]

[Mu Chi clearly hasn’t forgotten the Demon King and is still pretending!]

[I won’t say who was the one panicking just now.]

Over there, Guan Yuzhen had also recovered. Mu Chi went over to demand an explanation: “If you want to fight, then fight. Why deliberately throw sand in someone’s eyes? That’s the act of a scoundrel. How can you have the nerve?”

Guan Yuzhen pointed at his own bruised and swollen face. “But I heard Qi Liao follows the principle ‘hit, but not the face.’ Look what he’s done to me!”

“……” Mu Chi looked at Guan Yuzhen’s tragic state, then at Qi Liao, and found himself speechless.

Guan Yuzhen sighed. “I said I wanted to fight you, but you refused. That’s how we ended up like this.”

Mu Chi: “I refused the fight. You brought this on yourself.”

Guan Yuzhen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looking at Mu Chi. “Such a sharp tongue. You and Qi Liao’s acerbic, poisonous mouth are truly a match made in heaven.”

Mu Chi stared at him in shock. “I think you’re the one who won’t spare anyone verbally, making things up and inviting trouble with your loose talk!”

Guan Yuzhen laughed again, wincing as it pulled at his injured mouth. “Aiyo, you’re killing me.”

Mu Chi couldn’t be bothered to waste more words on him and went to eat a piece of watermelon to settle his nerves. Suddenly, an idea struck him. Something’s off. Guan Yuzhen actually called Qi Liao acerbic and poisonous, and fought him for real.

Is this how someone acts when they like a person?

Could it be like Jin Liusun all over again, where he doesn’t actually like Qi Liao, but just likes to ship the CP?

That still didn’t fit. How could someone shipping a CP insult both halves at once? That left only one possibility: Guan Yuzhen was a brain-dead fan.

Brain-dead fans are the type of fanbase that celebrities dislike the most. They often bring trouble to their own idol, and when they turn toxic, they might even curse their own idol.

Mu Chi stared suspiciously at Guan Yuzhen. “You… are you Qi Liao’s fan?”

Guan Yuzhen expressed surprise. “I don’t chase stars.”

“Then do you like him?”

Guan Yuzhen smiled slightly. “Of course I like him.”

Qi Liao’s fist hardened again. “Want another fight?”

Guan Yuzhen: “You’re so interesting, getting upset that someone likes you.”

Qi Liao: “Your ‘like’ is like a poison gas bomb. Whoever touches it dies.”

Guan Yuzhen asked Lucas: “Are you dead?”

Lucas laughed and spun around. “Not dead, alive and kicking! Baby, you finally admitted you like me!”

Guan Yuzhen: “I liked you the second before, but I might not the second after. Unless you please me every single second.”

“…That’s too difficult.”

“So you want me to back down knowing it’s hard?”

“I love a challenge.”

The two of them bantered back and forth, their flirting making everyone else unable to bear it. They started packing up to leave.

Mu Chi noticed the broken skin on the back of Qi Liao’s hand. “We’ll handle the packing. You should rest.”

How could Qi Liao not know what he was thinking? He picked up the heaviest item, the mini-fridge. “It’s fine.”

Mu Chi tried to take the fridge from him. “Don’t move.”

Qi Liao loosened his grip slightly. The fridge sank downward, and Mu Chi’s waist bent under the weight, grunting with the effort. Qi Liao laughed. “Are you sure you can carry it?”

Mu Chi stubbornly insisted, “I-I can do it…”

“Do you know what your movement looks like?”

“…If it’s not something nice, don’t say it.”

“A crab.”

“Qi Liao!” Mu Chi gritted his teeth, glaring at him.

Qi Liao smiled, taking the fridge again properly. “I’ll do it. I’m only doing this because I can’t bear to see you do heavy work.”

The weight left Mu Chi’s hands, and his heart felt lighter too, as if about to float away. Only Qi Liao knew how to coax him with a single sentence.

After loading the heavy items into the production team’s vehicle, Mu Chi went to collect the surfboard. When he returned, he saw a cool, sleek motorcycle parked not far from the SUV. Instantly captivated by its handsome looks, he stored the board in the trunk and went over to look.

The motorcycle’s body was composed of jewel red and jewel blue, paired with black and silver accessories. It was angular, sleek, and polished to a shine. On the rear was a sticker with a string of English: Way in the shit.

Mu Chi: “……Such a nice motorcycle, why put this on it.”

Guan Yuzhen walked over, smiling as he picked up his helmet and put it on. “What’s wrong?”

Mu Chi was surprised. “This is your bike?”

“Yep.”

“No wonder, with this sticker. ‘Way in the shit’… The path is in the middle of crap?” Mu Chi commented. “It suits you.”

Guan Yuzhen laughed heartily. “Thanks for the praise. But the meaning of this phrase is actually an idiom, ‘The Dao is in the shit and piss.’ It’s a metaphor that the Dao is everywhere; even the lowliest things contain the Dao.”

Mu Chi: “……But surely Dao isn’t this ‘way’?”

Guan Yuzhen started the engine and pulled on his leather gloves. “Whatever the Dao, all roads lead to Rome.” He swung his long leg over and mounted the bike. “Want to take a seat and try it?”

Mu Chi was quite tempted. “Then I’ll just sit for a moment. Don’t drive off.”

“My beloved bike isn’t for just anyone to sit on,” Guan Yuzhen said, but he moved forward a bit.

Mu Chi was also long-limbed, so straddling the back seat wasn’t difficult. He felt it out. “Good bike. Sturdy.”

The motorcycle engine rumbled as he gave it gas. Guan Yuzhen said, “Isn’t your definition of a good bike a bit too superficial?”

“Probably. I don’t really know much.”

“Better than those who pretend to understand.” As Guan Yuzhen spoke, he released the clutch. “Hold on tight!”

Mu Chi was startled and quickly grabbed hold of the jacket at Guan Yuzhen’s sides. “What are you doing?!”

Guan Yuzhen deliberately rode past the SUV, casting a glance at Qi Liao before speeding off with Mu Chi.

Qi Liao: “……”

The Others: “……”

Xu Wuxing asked: “Where’s Brother Mu?”

[!!!!!!!!]

[HOLY CRAP!! PILLOW GUY KIDNAPPED MU CHI??]

[Fck Fck F*ck! So his target was Mu Chi all along!]

[I thought he’d be an assist like the Korean guy. I never expected… Pillow Guy really dares to think it, and dares to do it!]

[Ahhhh! The Demon King’s wifey has been kidnapped!]

Before anyone could react, Qi Liao, his face dark, had already gotten into the driver’s seat of the SUV, stepped on the gas, and sped off.

Xu Wuxing: “Huh?? Brother Qi, we’re not in the car yet!”

Lucas said profoundly, “He’s chasing after love.”

“Chasing what love?”

“Mu Chi was kidnapped.”

“?!”

On the coastal highway, a motorcycle raced at high speed, its engine roar dancing with the sea wind. The person on the back shouted into the wind, “Stop! Stop!! Guan Yuzhen, I’m telling you, this is kidnapping!!”

Guan Yuzhen remained unmoved. “Stop shouting. If you deafen me and I fail to notice the vehicles behind us, we’ll go meet Yama together.”

Mu Chi’s head ached from the wind, but he was helpless. He could only turn to look back. Sure enough, the familiar SUV appeared in his field of vision, chasing after them like the wind.

Mu Chi nearly wept with relief. Like a princess carried off by an evil dragon, he screamed for his knight, “Gege! Save me!!”