The Lovely Heiress Is Actually A God Beast

Chapter 441: Chapter 441: The Family Moves into the Village Chapter 441: Chapter 441: The Family Moves into the Village Xiao Lingzhi has become super popular because of the “Baldy Baldy Bald” song.

The agent gave a professional fake smile, “I can’t persuade her.”

The scriptwriter: “…”

Even balder now!

He looked toward the cameraman, hoping he could think of a solution.

The shooting hit a stalemate.

Xiao Lingzhi was sulking and simply wouldn’t cooperate.

Little Taotie glanced at the worried faces of the crew, then at the scriptwriter’s bald head, and finally let out a sigh like a little adult, “You can only call her brother during the shoot, but after that, she has to call me sister!”

Little Taotie was willing to compromise, and the scriptwriter was thrilled, quickly urging Xiao Lingzhi to cooperate with the shooting.

Xiao Lingzhi didn’t really want to go against the scriptwriter, it was just… she wanted to be the brother!

She sneaked a look at Little Taotie, tiptoed closer, and whispered softly, “I’m the brother, so the sister has to let the brother feed her, you know!”

Little Taotie: “…”

The sound equipment clearly recorded Xiao Lingzhi’s voice.

Hearing this, the agent: “…”

Thinking about Xiao Lingzhi bringing the little pig home, crying and making a fuss, rolling on the ground, all just to keep the piglet, and the collapsing expressions of her parents, the agent held his forehead.

“Did you hear that?” Xiao Lingzhi nudged Little Taotie with her shoulder.

Little Taotie turned her back, ignoring her.

“I am the brother, you have to listen!” Xiao Lingzhi took out a piece of Candy from her pocket, unwrapped it, and held it to Little Taotie’s mouth, “Be good, eat up!”

Little Taotie pursed her lips tightly, her big eyes glaring fiercely yet adorably at Xiao Lingzhi, and continued to present her indifferent back to her.

Xiao Lingzhi panicked, “I really wasn’t treating you like a little pig! I’m the brother; I’m feeding you like a sister!”

Little Taotie puffed up in anger, “You are treating me like a little pig, you said it yourself! This is called…” Little Taotie tried hard to remember, remembering a little story Teacher Ma taught her, fiercely yet adorably, “Hiding a hundred taels of gold right here!”

Xiao Lingzhi: “…”

The agent couldn’t bear to watch.

Nobody said Xiao Lingzhi was feeding Little Taotie as if she were a pig, it was just that Little Taotie turned her back on her, and she blurted out that she wasn’t doing so, wasn’t this just the case of ‘hiding a hundred taels of gold right here’?

No matter how Xiao Lingzhi coaxed or how sweetly she lied about the Candy being, Little Taotie wouldn’t eat it.

Xiao Lingzhi was defeated; her little head drooped, listless and out of spirits.

…

A tricycle entered the village, and King of Film Xu and Cheng Lu had been disguised.

They looked like the most ordinary rural couple, both proficient in acting, walking with a slight hunch and rounded shoulders.

Gu Yixing was playing the role of King of Film Xu’s younger brother.

Little Taotie and Xiao Lingzhi were supposed to be King of Film Xu and Cheng Lu’s children, a family that had moved here from another place.

Their home was a brick-and-tile house at the foot of the mountain that, from a distance, looked almost like a dilapidated building.

It seemed about to collapse from the outside, but only after the crew had someone check that it was safe did they let them move in.

This village rarely had outsiders move in. Originally, an old couple lived here, but because their son made a success of himself doing business elsewhere, he took them to live with him, leaving the house empty.

As the tricycle arrived with bags and bundles, the old men and women at the village entrance followed over.

Seeing that they were moving into the tile house, they asked, “So they’re not coming back?”

King of Film Xu replied with a simple smile, “They sold this house to us. They’re enjoying life in the city now and won’t be coming back.”

The old man felt melancholic, “Leaves will return to their roots; are they truly never coming back?”