Celebrity Girl Is My Wife

Hearing Tang Jing's framing put Ouyang Qing in a much better mood.

“If he says that he can't accept me, then you should leave it at that. Don't give him cause to look down on me! Never mind that Nan Chen doesn't think well enough of me, you can't allow Nan Xing to do that as well,” Ouyang Qing said.

“Rest assured that no one would be looking down upon you with you being the young heiress that you are,” Tang Jing replied comfortingly.

“Then when will you go and see Nan Xing?”

“Obviously, the sooner the better. However, I don't have any means of reaching him. Could you try extending an invitation on your end? Then, I'd go meet with him to try and sound him out.”

Tang Jing was somewhat reluctant to meet Ouyang Qing's gaze when she said this because she was worried that the latter might catch on to the fact that she was merely using her to get close to Nan Xing.

Truth be told, Tang Jing was merely pricked by her own guilty conscience. With Ouyang Qing's emotions all over the place, she was really in no state of mind to over-analyze anything.

“I could, but what if he declines to meet?” Ouyang Qing was still a little worried.

“My guess is that he'd agree. Tell you what. Why don't you pass me his contact straight and let me give that a shot instead,” a cautious Tang Jing proposed.

Initially, she thought that Ouyang Qing would require some time to consider, but instead, the latter assented to it quite readily.

“Okay, you go ahead and ask him out. At least that way, I won't come away embarrassed should he refuse,” Ouyang Qing stated.

Pride could very often prove the downfall of many, even with someone as sharp as Ouyang Qing. For the sake of her own dignity, she had even managed to overlook Tang Jing's obvious designs.

“Okay, then I shall go meet with this Nan Xing on your behalf.” Tang Jing was positively thrilled.

The next day, Tang Jing and Nan Xing convened as scheduled.

It was not like Nan Xing was obliging to just anyone, for he had women in Flower City who were interested in dating him lining up from end to end. His willingness to meet with Tang Jing stemmed from his understanding that the latter was the one who drove to lure the paparazzi away from Ouyang Qing.

Nan Xing had seen the photo featuring Tang Jing leaning against the luxury car and found that to be quite intriguing.

Pretty women were not an uncommon sight to Nan Xing, who had mostly grown weary or even sickened by those heavily made-up aesthetics popularized by online influencers.

In contrast, a well-read and intelligent beauty like Tang Jing came across to him as much more palatable and refreshing.

sentiment was merely an absence of dislike and a far cry from

was chiefly rooted in an interest in listening to

make

knew she was no breath-stealing beauty, but she understood that

and with her hair bundled up. Decked out in a suit, she looked less like someone

in his appreciation for beauty—a most astute move from a

initiative to greet him. “We've met before, but I'm

Xing. “I certainly do remember you, Ms. Tang, as you're

you

Xing as “Mr. Xing” was also a groundbreaking move on her part, for most

respectful, those were lacking in novelty, because being hailed as a “young master” was something that came to Nan Xing through his familial connections. Literally, any son of

same lines, “Mr. Nan” was even more commonplace since any male individual with a corresponding surname

Xing” was something else. This was not reflective of a hereditary status

Xing as “Mr. Xing” was a subtle way of

Some things need not be explicitly stated, and subtlety might, at times,

direct

use of language that the intended recipient was able to grasp, then the result could

added perk of receiving a veiled compliment in

things stood, Nan Xing's fondness for Tang Jing had been enhanced in no small

a seat, Ms. Tang.” Nan Xing motioned to Tang

whatever you like to drink, it's my treat,” said Tang Jing,

with women, so I'm going to opt for alcohol,” Nan Xing informed with

café. Alcohol isn't on the menu.” Tang Jing chuckled

unsuitable for conversation then. How about I treat you

up your time?”

that precisely what you're here to do?” Nan Xing

Jing was good at concealing her intentions, Nan Xing was equal to the task

the windows to the soul. No matter how good one's acting was, the eyes would often divulge the

Xing decided he would give this woman a chance, just to see how far she would

firm in his belief that the purpose of Tang Jing's overture must have had something to