A virtual princess? She's a real princess!

Chapter 284 Discussing Variety Shows

Actually, he had ulterior motives. It was his birthday that day, and he wanted to spend all day with Xiaoxiao.

The main reason is that Xiaoxiao and Ye Jun are going to participate in a King of Glory event next month. He chewed on his handkerchief and racked his brains, finally coming up with a way to appear on screen with Xiaoxiao before Ye Jun. Hehehehehe

"Which castle is it? I want to go!" Bian Xiao's mind was already filled with fantasies: a gloomy castle, a serial murder case, wow!

"What castle? It's indoors. I think we should start building it in the next couple of days," Duan Jingli said with a smile, shaking his head. What kind of variety show needs a castle? Xiaoxiao is overthinking it.

"It's no fun if it's not a real castle! It's not like a modern hospital where the interior is set up. This kind of case definitely needs to be in a real castle!" Bian Xiao never even considered the possibility that he couldn't participate in the variety show.

"Then we'll have to film it abroad," Duan Jingli chuckled. "There aren't any European-style castles like this in China. At most, we can just use my villa."

"No, no, no," Bian Xiao shook his finger, blinking his green eyes triumphantly as he laughed, "Have you forgotten who I am? Castles are nothing to me."

“That’s right! What can possibly stump our young lady?” Duan Jingli said softly, looking sweetly at the girl with her chin raised, her eyes half-curled.

“But it can’t be too big. Perfect! When the variety show ends, we’ll invite our friends to the castle to celebrate your birthday together!” Bian Xiao clapped his hands.

“Okay, I’ll arrange the project with the production team. If it’s a real castle, Xiaoxiao, you need to quickly secure a suitable location and contact the scriptwriter to rewrite the script to fit the castle’s terrain.”

“The workload is quite large. I’ll ask Tina to find a few more people who can write detective scripts to help out,” Bian Xiao said.

After discussing it back and forth, the two of them made a decision and then went their separate ways after hanging up the phone.

"Brother!" Bian Xiao sat on the bed, hugging a thin blanket. "Why didn't you answer my call!"

Sadwell had just finished working out and taken a shower when he heard Della's personal phone ringing incessantly. Without even drying his hair, he threw on a white bathrobe and immediately answered the video call.

"Baby," Sadwell sat on the sofa, casually drying his still-dripping hair with a towel. Looking at his sister pouting on the screen, a smile appeared on his lips, and his deep, steady voice rang out, "Brother was taking a shower just now and didn't answer Della's call. I was wrong."

Bian Xiao finished speaking in a flurry as soon as the call connected. Seeing her brother's expression, she knew what was going on, but since her brother admitted his mistake, she accepted it.

"Then my brother has to compensate me"—this is the epitome of shamelessness.

“Okay,” Sadwell chuckled. What did she want that he wouldn’t give her? “What does Della want?”

“I’m going to participate in a, well, variety show, and I need a castle, but it can’t be too big, and the style has to be retro. Do you have one like that?” Bian Xiao asked, his eyes fixed on the bottom of the screen.

“I’m not sure, I’ll have Peyton look for you later.” Sadwell tapped the screen, as if he could touch the girl’s profile through it. “What variety show?”

This was truly beyond Sadwell's comprehension. Although his Chinese was good, he still couldn't quite understand unfamiliar terms. Television variety shows were completely unrelated to Sadwell; apart from Bian Xiao, no one had ever used the word "variety show" in Chinese in front of him.

"It's a reality show with celebrities, what they call a variety show in Chinese," Bian Xiao said. "It's really fun! It's about a serial murder case in a castle. I thought the indoor setups weren't fun enough, I wanted to play inside a real castle, but if it's too big, you know..."

"It's too big; his little princess definitely won't want to leave," Sadwell said, a smile flashing in his deep green eyes. "I'll take care of this for you tomorrow."

"We also need to find some screenwriters who can write detective scripts. I'm afraid there won't be enough time, so it has to be really fun!" Bian Xiao continued to add requirements.

"Okay, I'll have Peyton go later."

Peyton: I strongly demand a raise!!!

"Brother, hurry up and dry your hair, or you'll catch a cold." Bian Xiao saw water droplets from his wet hair dripping onto the man's slightly open chest, disappearing into the white bathrobe along the full shape, leaving only a few water streaks.

“Okay, baby.” Sadwell casually ran a hand through his hair and swept it back. Compared to his usual impeccable formal attire, Bian Xiao preferred his older brother’s relaxed style.

"You're working out again so early in the morning, bro?" Bian Xiao could tell at a glance. "You're so disciplined!"

“Well, otherwise you wouldn’t be happy if you turned into someone like Paimon,” Sadwell teased.

Bian Xiao recalled Paimon's round belly paired with his brother's face, and immediately shook his head violently, his curly hair swaying as he repeatedly refused, "No, no, no! Brother, if you do that..."

Bian Xiao frowned, "Ahhhhh!"

Sadwell smirked. "Don't worry, I know you too well. Go wash up and go to bed, it's late. You've been playing a lot of games lately, but you can't keep staying up all night, you know?"

"Yes, sir!" Bian Xiao nodded solemnly, then feigned a pitiful look and leaned closer to the screen, "Brother, for your dear sister, you can't stop, you can't lose to Daddy!"

“You…” Sadwell shook his head helplessly, “I promise you, okay?”

"Hehe, that's more like it!" Bian Xiao nodded in satisfaction. "I'll go to sleep obediently! Goodnight, brother!"

"Goodnight baby," Sadwell hung up the phone, had someone come in to dry his hair and dress him, and gave instructions to Peyton as he did so.

But the obedient Bian Xiao is not obedient at all. His verbal promises are just that—promises made with his mouth. What does that have to do with his hands?

So, feeling perfectly justified, I opened Nuannuan and continued taking pictures.

Oh dear, I almost forgot.

"Tina, you have to make me all the exact same clothes in this game!"

She wants to wear matching mother-daughter outfits with her daughter, hehe.