Celebrity Girl Is My Wife

Ning Ran was about to say ‘anything’ but was afraid that it would seem rude, so she said to Nan Chen affectionately, “You make the call!”

The phrase ‘You make the call’ sounded simple, but it was rich in meaning.

And it was even more meaningful to say it in this situation.

Nan Chen was a little caught off guard at Ning Ran’s sudden gentleness.

As the server was still waiting at the side for him to place his order, Nan Chen didn’t say much and simply ordered a few dishes.

This was Ning Ran’s purpose. Naturally, Nan Chen should know best what to order since he brought her here.

Ning Ran scrutinized her surroundings. The decoration was very simple in Japanese style, and the customers beside them were also speaking in Japanese.

“You like Japanese food?” Ning Ran asked Nan Chen.

Nan Chen didn’t speak, and Ning Ran felt a little awkward for failing to strike up a conversation with him.

“This isn’t Japanese food,” Nan Chen eventually said.

“Yeah.” Ning Ran nodded hastily. “It’s a late-night snack that derived from Japanese food, like the late-night eateries seen in movies.”

Nan Chen was silent at that.

Alright, it seems he’s not planning to talk to me. Ning Ran zipped her mouth tactfully.

Nan Chen, who always bore a graceful posture, surveyed the surroundings as well. When he realized that almost all the female diners’ eyes were fixed on him, he hurriedly withdrew his gaze and sat upright.

This restaurant had been in business for some years, and it was his mother who had brought him and Nan Xing here for supper when they were young.

But then something happened, and he never came back.

This place seemed to have been renovated, but the style hadn’t changed much.

Nan Chen had always wanted to visit this place again but never had the courage to come.

With Ning Ran as a companion today, Nan Chen somehow had the courage and excuse to come over.

The food was served. There was fried ramen and a meatball dish Ning Ran couldn’t name.

As Ning Ran didn’t know which dish was hers, she let Nan Chen take it first.

Nan Chen took the meatball dish and handed Ning Ran the fried ramen.

what she usually ate. She didn’t know if she was really starving or it was

Nan Chen didn’t

thought it was a waste and wondered if he was going to

at the meatballs, wanting

a glutton? Is a bowl of fried ramen not

this hour is bound to make one chubbier, and she still eats

he felt a little troubled. At

have these. You only ate one and it’ll be a waste to throw

to her feet, reached for

was crisp and

he ordered something more delicious for himself, and he only ate a

looked at Ning Ran swallowing one meatball in a mouthful, and one word

Sir Chen. I’ve never forgotten about the sake that we drank the last time. It was

Nan Chen was reminded of her drunken

again for two

know why, but he just wanted to fulfil this woman’s

speaking casually, and she didn’t expect him to actually

work tomorrow, and it’s too late,” Ning Ran declined with a wave

you have something to tell me? How are you going to tell me the truth if

doesn’t mean I’ll tell the

drunk just so I will spill the beans after

many things to him that shouldn’t

“But I’m busy tomorrow—”

go to work tomorrow too!”

are you making things difficult when I’m willing to listen to you right

decorum in drinking is pretty bad. If I’ve offended you with my

face. He had seen

didn’t matter. He had his own ways of dealing

Ran. Deep down, he was thinking about the past; the time when his mother brought him here to eat meatballs, the warmth that was once there, and the laughter that would never be

she saw that the eyes of the man seated on opposite

a closer look, the trace of sadness

thought she was imagining things. He was a filthy rich,

raised his head and emptied his glass of

was dashing, yet

as she gulped down her drink, but something

of sake, Nan Chen’s sitting posture wasn’t as upright as before, which showed that

must be wary of his bearings at all times, regardless of whether he was tired

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