A virtual princess? She's a real princess!

Fu Queran glanced at the two of them, remaining expressionless, and said, "Xiaoxiao, let's go to the film set."

"Okay," Bian Xiao said happily, holding the beautiful woman's hand, as he prepared to film his first scene.

Tina outside was even more excited than Bian Xiao, and she specifically asked people to film only Bian Xiao without affecting the filming of the crew.

Tina sent the photos to Bian Yin in real time, and Bian Yin forwarded them to the family group chat one by one.

—Noresis: How can my little princess be so beautiful?

—Bian Yin: (Laughs while covering mouth) Baby went to act today.

—Bian Yin: Baby's grown up so much! Yesterday he was just a little bundle of joy!

Sadwell had just finished working out; his clothes were soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to his bulging chest muscles, steaming hot.

He ran a hand through his sweaty hair, raised an eyebrow slightly while holding his phone, and smiled broadly.

—Sadwell: What's going on here? She's dressed quite nicely, but the clothes aren't very good.

It's also thanks to her beautiful sister that she can pull off the look. In his opinion, the dress's cut and fabric are both subpar; only the style is attractive.

Props and Costumes Department: Damn it, if you're not satisfied, then provide it to our production team!

—Bian Yin: Playing a little princess with only one line.

—Noresis: My baby doesn't need to act, she's a little princess.

—Bian Yin: Rolling his eyes.JPG

—Bian Yin: But the baby seems quite happy.

—Sadwell: Della loves acting, so I'll assemble a team to make a film specifically for her, and I'll have someone write the script.

—Noresis: That's a good idea. My little angel wants the best of everything.

Norris acted on her idea immediately. "Liam, once Sade's script is finished, arrange everything according to it."

Before the baby could even say anything, the father and son had already started making arrangements.

—Bian Yin: @Bian He, where are you?

Bian Yin didn't tag Lu Yihe; she'd been incredibly busy for the past month, so it was normal that she hadn't checked the group chat. But Bian He, that kid, was practically floating on air lately.

—Bian He: Dear Mommy, why did you summon me?

—Bian Yin: Illustration x

Bian He was playing golf when his assistant handed him his phone. Just then, his mother tagged him in the chat. He put down his club, picked up his phone, and sat down on the recliner next to him.

Then I saw a bunch of pictures popping up.

It has to be said that Tina found a professional. The girl in the photo is lively, playful, and charming. Her green eyes, which are like a small brush, gently sweep over the softest part of one's heart.

—Bian He: Della?

—Bian He: Where is this? Mommy, is this the new garden you bought? The renovation isn't very good.

—Sadwell: Use your eyes to flip up the records.

Sigh, bro, you're really ruthless. Since that's the case, when I ask him for money later, I'll just ask for a few tens of millions of dollars more.

But his sister is so beautiful, no wonder she's his sister.

But with so many people praising it, we can't let this clever little devil get arrogant.

—Bian He: It's alright, it's just that the clothes aren't very good. I'd give it a 99 out of 100.

—Noresis: 99?

You brat, where did you get the nerve to deduct points?

—Bian He: 100 points! 100 points! Typo!

A wise person knows when to yield.

Alas, the brother's opportunity to train his sister has been ruined once again.

Bian Yin saw the video Tina had forwarded again. The little girl walked ahead, entered the palace, said a line, and then snuggled into a woman's arms. Luckily it was a woman; if it had been a man, well... then she came out.

The whole thing probably didn't even last two minutes, and it was mixed with a lot of background noise.

But Bian Yin tilted her head and looked again and again. Among a bunch of female voices, she accurately identified Bian Xiao. Her daughter's voice was so tender and beautiful.

She walks the most gracefully, much more agilely than others. Even inexpensive clothes look much better on her.

President Bian's lips curled into a smile that wouldn't go away, and that's when he remembered to forward the video to the group.

Sadwell took off his clothes and stepped into the bathroom. A moderately warm stream of water sprayed from above. He tilted his head back, the water washing his hair behind his ears, revealing his handsome, angular face. His deep eyes closed. Steaming water droplets slid down his full chest, his well-defined abs, and finally down his V-line.

Coffee and breakfast were already prepared. When Sadwell put on his bathrobe and checked his phone, there were already over a hundred messages in the group chat.

Sitting on the sofa, with the male servant drying his hair behind him, Sadwell scrolled up and saw the video of the little girl.

Della seems to really enjoy acting. "Peyton, you make the arrangements. I want to make a short film for Della. Show me the script when it's finished."

"Sir, are there any requirements for the script?"

After thinking for a moment, I decided to contact Tina and follow Della's lead.

However, just as Bian Yin thought, the father and son were only thinking for themselves, and Bian Xiao had no intention of putting on an act.

so hard!

She had to move around, rehearse, and memorize her lines. She was just a minor extra, and with the camera rolling and a bunch of people watching, she felt incredibly uncomfortable.

Thankfully, she doesn't need to go through emotional ups and downs like Ranran did; she's really amazing.

After her sister left, Fu Queran lay on the bed and cried, which made Bian Xiao, who was watching from the sidelines, feel a pang of heartache.

Tonight there's a big show, a climax of the whole drama. Bian Xiao is sitting on a small stool with his chin in his hand, watching Duan Jingli and Fu Queran rehearse their lines.

The more I listened, the more something felt off.

Sure enough, when filming started that night, the female lead, played by Fu Queran, knelt next to the male lead, played by Duan Jingli, and begged him desperately to let the second male lead go.

Duan Jingli, or rather the Crown Prince, wore a black robe with golden dragon patterns that shimmered coldly in the torchlight. His words were even more chilling and ruthless, devoid of any sentimentality, regardless of the fact that the second male lead below was his cousin.

The words "fire the arrows" were uttered amidst the heroine's plea, laced with hatred and ferocity.

"Do not--!"

A good actor can ignite the atmosphere, and everyone in the room is infected by it; Fu Que Ran's broken cry was so tragic.

The Crown Prince actually held her and made her look at him. Bian Xiao looked at the Crown Prince, so angry that he wanted to punch him.

Fu Queran was so immersed in the role that even after filming was over, he still hadn't recovered. He remained kneeling, and when he stood up, he staggered.

Duan Jingli reached out to help her, but Fu Queran slapped him away.

He nervously touched his nose. Sigh, he wasn't that scumbag male lead!

When he turned around, he found that the little girl also snorted and turned her head away from him, then ran over to find Fu Queran with Fu Queran's assistant.

What a bolt from the blue!

He acted so well, you can't blame him!

He slowly sidled up to the two girls and said hesitantly, "I'm not the Crown Prince, I'm Duan Jingli."

"Oh" x2

Biu, it felt like the boomerang that had just pierced the second male lead had pierced her own body.

I know the Crown Prince is the Crown Prince, and Duan Jingli is Duan Jingli, but seeing this face now, hmph.

Duan Jingli ran back and forth, serving tea and water, and finally earned the two girls' favor.

"Sigh, this is just the character's behavior, you can't generalize it to the actor." He slumped onto the small recliner, pretending to be exhausted, hoping the two girls would "forgive him."

"The Crown Prince is so mean!" Bian Xiao complained angrily, clinging to Fu Queran's arm. "What novel is this adapted from? I'm going to go check it out."

"The original novel is called 'The Crown Prince.'" He stroked the girl's hair; the feel of it was absolutely amazing. "However, I don't recommend reading it. I cried all night reading the original novel, and my eyes were swollen the next day."

"Xiaoxiao, tell me quickly, how do you manage to have so much hair? I'm so envious!" Her hair was soft, smooth, and naturally curly with a silky sheen. Most importantly, there was so much of it! Fu Queran couldn't even hold it all in her hands, and she was drooling with envy.

Female celebrities often style their hair and undergo treatments, but this inevitably damages it. Fu Queran's hair is not as thick as it used to be.

"I don't know, it was all arranged by Tina and the others." She needs to take care of her hair all the time, and the process is very complicated. Anyway, she usually just lies down and watches movies, leaving everything to the professionals.

"I'll have Tina talk to you about it later, Sister Ranran."

"OK, love you so much!" The thought that her hair could be half as good as Xiaoxiao's made her so happy that she couldn't sleep at night.

After chatting for a while, the crew had to continue filming, and Bian Xiao's visit to the set was over. Ranran and Duan Jingli saw her off and she got into the car back to the hotel.

"My sister is so great!"

He glanced at Little Yang and said, "Xiaoxiao is great, but when did she become your sister?"

"Hehe, what's our relationship? Your sister is my sister." He patted Duan Jingli on the shoulder.