Celebrity Girl Is My Wife

At the Commoner Residence of the Nan Family at 7:00 p.m.

Nan Zhengde was glad to hear that Nan Chen, who was extremely busy, had decided to come home for dinner so Nan Zhengde had the maid pick a good bottle of wine from the wine cellar so Nan Chen could have some.

Nan Chen had been busy the whole day and wanted to have a drink too.

“Grandpa,” said Nan Chen grimly as he set his bowl and chopsticks down, “There's something I'd like to discuss with you.”

The Nan Family didn't have a rule that forbade anyone from talking during meals, but they were required to put their chopsticks down and were banned from talking with their mouths full.

“I knew you didn't come home just for me. Go ahead, tell me what you want.”

“Can I throw a huge wedding party for the Nan Family?” asked Nan Chen, “A sophisticated and upscale party. I want it to make it big since the Nan Family had not had a celebration in a while.”

“Yes, of course,” Nan Zhengde was instantly delighted, “Are you marrying someone? Is it that actress with the surname Luo?”

Nan Zhengde didn't really want his grandson to marry a third-rate actress, but Nan Chen was never close to any other women so if his wife had to be an actress, then so be it. It was better than not marrying at all.

“No,” said Nan Chen as he shook his head.

“Not that actress? Then who are you marrying?” asked the intrigued Nan Zhengde, “Why haven't I heard anything about it?”

“I'm not the one getting married. Nan Xing is. He is my only brother and I want his wedding to be grand, maybe even be one of the grandest events of the decade,” said Nan Chen.

“Huh? Nan Xing's the one getting married?” said Nan Zhengde who was a little disappointed, “Oh, I thought you wanted to get married.”

They were both his grandsons so why was Nan Zhengde disappointed?

Well, the reason was simple. It was easy for Nan Xing to get married because he had plenty of women circling around him.

If Nan Xing wanted, he could get married on a monthly basis. Hell, he could get married in the first week of the month then get divorced on the last week of the month before repeating the process again.

Women loved hanging around Nan Xing, and Nan Xing was a playboy who had never rejected anyone beautiful.

to hear that a man like

a female repellant. The female socialites who wanted to get close to

Luo, Nan Zhengde had looked into the matter and realized that she never spent the

Nan Zhengde was not worried about Nan Xing but was worried about

he thought that Nan Chen was the one getting married, he was over the moon, but when he heard it was Nan Xing, he wasn't as

getting married is also good news,” said Nan Chen who noticed the change in his grandfather's expression,

am happy, really happy,” said Nan

I'll be in charge of the wedding. I'll pick a couple of experts to form a wedding planning group and

Zhengde nodded immediately, “Okay. I've

you have any suggestions, Grandpa?” asked

think that it's not wise

it is best to make it classy without being overly majestic. It's best if it could also be meaningful and stylish.” “You know what I mean, don't you? It's like your status in Flower City. You kept

for this wedding,” said Nan Zhengde, “It's difficult to achieve it, but I think you can

Grandpa,” said Nan Chen as he

always able to understand

the wedding venue and throw down some balloons,

can keep that!” said Nan Zhengde

was stunned. Didn't he just say

a great idea, but I'd like

so excited as though the vigor from

“Please do clarify, Grandpa.”

it's too tame to have some helicopters let

“Really?

out of them.” “Next, have one of the helicopters land on the field and have Nan Xing get off the plane like a prince. He will take the bride's hand and they will get on the plane together.” “Lastly, the bride and the groom will take off to the sky with everyone stared at

reception, the bride and the groom also arrived via the helicopter? The groom would hold the bride's hand, and their compatibility and beauty would put everyone in

excited as he spoke, and

had said in his

be pretty awesome if he