CHAPTER 723: CHAPTER 659: SHORT PLAY_3

It wasn’t about holding a grudge, but rather that it really wasn’t suitable anymore.

Because by then, he definitely wasn’t lacking investment.

Diyang alone could offer him several billion for a budget.

Moreover, for the next two years, he only planned to properly ponder over scripts, striving to surpass that one movie, not wanting his debut to be his peak that he could never surpass again.

For a creator, that’s not a good situation, and he didn’t want that either.

After Yuran knew his thoughts, he was very supportive, "Taking some time off is good, this way, you have more time to mull over good stories."

Huo Qi chuckled lightly, "Who’s to say otherwise? Thinking of taking a break, focusing on writing scripts."

"Open for three years’ worth of business?" Yuran teased.

Huo Qi burst into laughter, "Thanks to the boss for the high regards, I definitely won’t let down your and Diying’s trust; after all, starting my movie career with the desire to achieve something great, forgetting the initial intention would be no different than sabotaging myself."

Yuran laughed helplessly, "We’re not pushing you, you’re already doing quite well as it is."

...

Mini Theater 1.

When Zhizhi was five years old, he went with Diying to record a variety show called "Living with Dad."

The guests of that episode were all significant figures — various Best Actor and former Best Actor winners, the kind who had their arms tired from holding awards. Of course, as soon as Diying and his son appeared, they always emitted a more aristocratic aura than the others.

Not to say that the other dads weren’t handsome — they were all very handsome, but they were just lacking that little bit of flavor.

For the sake of hype, the first season directly invited so many heavyweight guests, netizens were all worried about the second season, wondering what kind of guests should be invited to hold the fort?

This episode’s guests were classics that no one could overturn.

Everyone was really curious to see just what kind of person Little Crown Prince Zhizhi was off-screen.

On the day of recording, the chief director arrived at Diying’s home with a cameraman.

It wasn’t Platinum Imperial Palace, but rather a duplex specially bought for recording the show, still grand and majestic, located in a prime location. Wind Chime Gardens mainly consisted of duplexes, and it could actually be considered a standalone villa but incorporated some innovative elements.

It made it, at first glance, seem less rigid than regular villas.

The camera gave a shot of the exterior, making netizens envious.

"Who can calculate for me, how much does such a big house in this location of the capital cost to start?"

"I really want to know too; a poor person wondering what the world of the wealthy is like."

"Just from looking at the landscaping and familiar new villa construction, I can tell everyone with certainty, it’s Wind Chime Gardens."

"Damn, Wind Chime Gardens."

"Got it, at least eighty million to start with."

"Damn, damn, damn..."

Then the scene continued to transfer as Diying came to the door. He wasn’t as cold as outside but instead had a very homely look, making the audience outside the screen doubt their life choices.

He smiled at the crew, opened the door, and let them in.

Entering Diying’s home, one could tell it was a completely different world — the four-meter high ceiling was absolutely blinding to those outside the screen, and the living area was very rich with Zhizhi’s own space also clearly sectioned off.

The house was already equipped with cameras.

Following the crew, Bo Yan went straight to Zhizhi’s room, which was quite special in itself; spacious with a slide and a climbing wall.

Netizens outside the screen turned sour like lemons.

"I’m sour; poverty really limits my imagination."

"Little Crown Prince’s room is way too imaginative."

"..."

The camera followed Bo Yan as he slowed his pace and walked to Zhizhi’s bedside. A little head peeked out from the bed, burrowing back and forth under the covers in a way that made the audience outside the screen’s hearts burst.

"How can he be so cute!" erupted from everywhere.

Bo Yan pulled on the blanket, his voice extremely soft, "Baby?"

Zhizhi burrowed a bit, peeked out with two round eyes, looking confused and half-asleep, "Daddy..."

Zhizhi’s hair was a mess, looking unbearably cute with a hint of a deer’s innocence. Seeing the camera behind Bo Yan, he wasn’t rushed but slowly climbed up, wearing a Pikachu onesie, standing on the bed in a posture asking for a hug, which was somewhat funny yet almost irresistible.

"Where’s mommy?" he mumbled half-asleep in Bo Yan’s arms, yawning and spacing out.

Bo Yan kissed his forehead, "Mommy is still sleeping; didn’t we agree earlier? Today we’re going to record the show, and these uncles are here to pick us up."

"Hello, uncles."

Now fully awake, Zhizhi greeted them first thing, all smiles.

The production crew almost couldn’t resist going up to ruffle his head.

How could one resist?

...

The crew followed as Zhizhi went to the toilet, changed his clothes, and picked out his clothes by himself, while Bo Yan just hovered nearby without lending a hand, only heading to the kitchen to prepare breakfast when Zhizhi went to wash up.

Observing Bo Yan’s familiar and masterful movements, like a professional player, almost spilling out of the screen, Zhizhi changed and came to the kitchen, informing Bo Yan, "Daddy, I want a sandwich."

"Okay."

Zhizhi approached, tugging at Bo Yan’s trouser leg, "Daddy, bend down a bit."

Bo Yan squatted down and Zhizhi landed a loud kiss on his forehead, his eyes sparkling brightly, "Daddy, good morning."

"Ahhhhhh... watching Diying and his son, I could watch a hundred episodes."