The Love Reality Show's Big Boss and Little Sweetie - Chapter 64

On the sparsely populated coastal highway, a motorcycle and an SUV sped along.

Just as the SUV was about to overtake the motorcycle, the motorcycle would swerve to the center of the road, blocking its path. The roars of the two vehicles echoed along the entire coastline.

After half an hour of this cat-and-mouse chase, the SUV hugged the stone railing along the roadside, performing an extremely difficult semi-tilted maneuver as it scraped past.

It then swung sideways, blocking the middle of the road, forcing the motorcycle to a halt.

Qi Liao got out of the driver’s seat of the SUV, strode over to the motorcycle, and punched Guan Yuzhen’s helmet.

Mu Chi, who had just jumped off the back of the motorcycle, his heart still racing, watched as Guan Yuzhen took the hit and Qi Liao fumed with rage.

“Are you insane?!” Qi Liao snapped coldly. “He wasn’t even wearing a helmet!”

Mu Chi couldn’t help but recall the Fisherman’s Festival race, when Qi Liao had taken him along in the preliminary round and specially bought him a helmet to wear. Such meticulous care to prevent any mishaps, such protectiveness.

This time, Guan Yuzhen hadn’t even thought to provide any safety measures—let alone almost sending them both to meet their maker.

Who put him first was as clear as day.

Mu Chi really felt like clapping and cheering, Serves him right! But seeing Guan Yuzhen’s pitifully bruised face and Qi Liao’s bleeding hand, all he felt was heartache. He wrapped his arms around Qi Liao’s arm. “Forget it, let’s just go back.”

Qi Liao had shattered the helmet’s visor. Guan Yuzhen’s face was unavoidably bruised and swollen; he wanted to say something, but the punch had stolen his words.

After throwing the punch, Qi Liao couldn’t stand the sight of him any longer. He took Mu Chi’s hand, got into the car, and left the scene.

The ride back was silent.

Mu Chi stole several glances at Qi Liao. Mindful of the camera inside the car, he held himself somewhat formally, but his heart was itching with unbearable anxiety. He cleared his throat. “Thank you.”

Qi Liao shot him a cold look.

“……” Say something, won’t you?

【Stop acting all aloof already! Hurry up and give your man some kisses and cuddles!】

【I’m going crazy here! Stop clinging to that cold, untouchable persona—Mu Chi, you’re a silly little sweetheart at heart!】

【Too bad we didn’t get to see the Demon King pummeling Guan Yuzhen. It must’ve been glorious.】

【Qi Liao’s hand is injured… Mu Chi, and you’re still keeping up appearances!】

【Pull over and have a quickie in the car—that’ll fix everything /lecherous grin】

【Car sex +10086】

The SUV slowly pulled over to the side of the road.

【?!! Are they really going to do it??】

【Holy crap, I’m keeping my 24k titanium alloy dog eyes wide open】

【Demon King, quickly press Mu Chi down into the seat and go at it /drooling】

“What’s wrong?” Mu Chi asked, puzzled.

Qi Liao ignored him, opened the car door, and got out. He crossed the guardrail, stood on the seawall, took out a pack of cigarettes, put one in his mouth, and lit it with a lighter.

The wisp of smoke dissipated in the sea breeze. In the flicker of that tiny ember, his gaze was profound and distant.

Mu Chi walked over. Freed from the surveillance of the camera and the constraints of the live stream, he relaxed a little and said, “I’m sorry.”

Qi Liao asked, “What are you sorry for?”

“I… shouldn’t have gotten on the motorcycle with Guan Yuzhen.”

“But you still did.”

“I just wanted to try it,” Mu Chi explained. “I didn’t think he’d drive off like that.”

Qi Liao’s expression was indifferent, impossible to tell if he accepted this explanation. He finished the cigarette, stubbed it out, wrapped it in a tissue, and brought it back to the car’s trash bin.

【…That was fast for a quickie outdoors?】

【What did he throw away? A tissue? Did he… take care of himself?】

【It must have been for Mu Chi!】

【My male god would never be that fast!】

【Looks like they had a fight. Mu Chi knows he’s in the wrong, so he can only watch the Demon King with those pleading eyes.】

【Demon King, you’d better forgive Mu Chi within ten seconds, or you’ll lose your wife.】

“Hungry? Let’s get some late-night snacks,” Qi Liao said to Mu Chi.

Mu Chi’s eyes lit up. “Okay! I want a century egg and lean pork congee.”

Hearing this, Qi Liao’s lips quirked up slightly. “You’re really easy to please.”

【…The Demon King truly lives up to his name, forgiving after just a brief bout of anger.】

【Who could really stay mad at a pretty kitty?】

【I want to keep a kitty too.】

The two went to a congee shop at the night market, ate, and then returned to the courtyard.

Ying Xuan and Hao Wenrou had been waiting for them. Seeing them return, they hurriedly asked for details.

“Brother Mu, I’m glad you’re okay,” Hao Wenrou said, his eyes glistening with tears as he looked at Mu Chi. “I was so worried.”

Mu Chi felt awkward. “Thank you for your concern.”

“No need to be so polite with me.” As she spoke, Hao Wenrou went to pull Mu Chi along. “Are you hungry? I made century egg and lean pork congee.”

Mu Chi: “…I’m not hungry. I’ll have some tomorrow morning.”

Qi Liao shot Mu Chi a teasing glance. “What a coincidence. We just had century egg and lean pork congee.”

“Yeah,” Mu Chi said, struggling to keep a straight face. “I’m going to wash up and sleep. You should rest too.”

Hao Wenrou glared resentfully at Qi Liao.

Qi Liao swaggered past him. “I guess your timing was just off.”

Fuming, Hao Wenrou stomped his foot, went upstairs, and slammed his bedroom door shut.

The noise startled Xu Wuxing awake from his dream. “Earthquake! Is it an earthquake?!” After confirming there was no earthquake, he promptly fell back asleep.

Mu Chi and Zhu Yinhang in the room stared at each other, wide-eyed.

“My god!” Zhu Yinhang exclaimed in a hushed voice. “You finally got your memory back!”

Mu Chi let out a deep sigh. “I apologize on behalf of my seventeen-year-old self for causing so much trouble.”

“What trouble?” Zhu Yinhang whispered sneakily. “Have you forgotten your grand ambitions? Your ultimate goal?”

“What?” Mu Chi was confused.

“You were going to seduce Qi Liao, become the daughter-in-law of a wealthy family, and rise above Ritian Entertainment.”

“……” Mu Chi was utterly mortified. “Don’t ever mention that again!”

Zhu Yinhang’s heart skipped a beat. “So, you and Qi Liao… it’s off?”

“I don’t know.” Mu Chi slumped down on the edge of the bed, dejected. “Brother Zhu, let me calm down and think it over myself, okay?”

Zhu Yinhang didn’t push him, sighing. “Alright, no matter what you choose, I…”

Mu Chi’s eyes shimmered with emotion. “Brother Zhu, you’re so good.”

Zhu Yinhang: “…will always stand on the side of benefit.”

Mu Chi: “…I take back what I said.”

Mu Chi, whose moment of genuine feeling had been utterly wasted, glared as his agent walked out the door. The moment the door opened, Zhu Yinhang let out a squawk in his rough, raspy voice, his face pale as a sheet.

A tall figure stood outside the door. The 172cm Zhu Yinhang was dwarfed, experiencing a level of pressure he’d never felt before in his life.

“Q-Qi Liao,” Zhu Yinhang forced a dry smile. “Here to see Mu Chi, right? Well, I’ll leave you to it.” He sidestepped and made a swift escape.

Mu Chi: “…”

Qi Liao walked in with an impassive expression and closed the door behind him.

Mu Chi felt inexplicably apprehensive and hugged his own chest. “What are you doing?”

Seeing Mu Chi’s posture, Qi Liao let out a low laugh. He paced over to him, stopping directly in front of the bed, and looked down at him. “You want to seduce me?”

Mu Chi grabbed his own arms, nervous. “That was… my brain was broken. You can’t take what I said seriously.”

“So you do know your brain was broken.”

“……” Mu Chi looked up, his eyes filled with a mixture of shame and annoyance—exactly the same as before.

Hooked by those peach-blossom eyes, half of Qi Liao’s three Po* seemed to fly away. He leaned down, closing in.

(Po* :Three Hun and Seven Po is the classical Chinese framework for understanding the complex relationship between the spiritual and physical aspects of a human being.)

Mu Chi fell backward, his spine sinking into the soft bedding. He tried to scramble away, but Qi Liao’s arms cage him in on either side. Mu Chi’s panicked expression was captured in Qi Liao’s gaze.

Qi Liao braced his arms on either side of Mu Chi, his posture like a wolf inspecting its prey.

Mu Chi never considered himself weak, but beneath Qi Liao, he became like a small bird, unable to escape Qi Liao’s palm. Along with the panic, a strange sense of security sprouted in his heart. He bluffed, putting on a show of resistance: “What are you doing?”

Qi Liao’s gaze traced over his face, his body, his voice low. “What do you think I’m doing?”