Celebrity Girl Is My Wife

The pair did not eat as much as they drank, and down their drinks with great fervor, they did.

Nan Xing meant to get Tang Jing sloshed because he discovered that there must be more to this woman than meets the eye.

For one, she was way too restrained. From the moment they met until now, there was nothing she presented that made him uncomfortable.

Every detail about her had been impeccable and well-executed. From her dressing to her mannerisms and the way she addressed him, he had found them all appropriate and delightful.

That was precisely what was wrong.

Nan Xing was nobody's fool, for he had been seeing the world since the age of sixteen or seventeen, and thus knew a fair bit about women.

More than anything, he understood everyone had their flaws. If one should ever encounter another without discernible ones, then the latter must be a fraud.

Only those who were intelligent and smart about it would conscientiously try to mask their own weaknesses.

Hence, at times, the absence of a problem was a major problem in itself.

Perfection contravened the laws of nature, for no one could be perfect, thus anyone who appeared to be so must most likely be faking it.

The desire to witness her true self was what prompted Nan Xing to try to get Tang Jing intoxicated.

Coincidentally, Tang Jing was of the same opinion. She was determined to get this playboy before her smashed, so he would not be conscious enough to discern whether she was speaking truthfully.

No one demonstrates less restraint than an agreeable drunkard.

Hence, both of them kept their thoughts to themselves while they sought to douse each other in drink, just to see who might be the first to fall.

The alcohol content of sake ultimately proved too much for Tang Jing, who was the first one to buckle, and at the rate that they were going at it, she feared she might collapse outright and be robbed of the chance to talk.

That was why she elected to throw in the towel first. “We might be going too hard. Shall we ease off a little, Mr. Xing?”

can really hold your liquor well, Ms. Tang. A true heroine amongst men. Let us

many years of clubbing under my belt, I refuse to believe that

clasped her palms together in a gesture of seeking clemency. “I really can't

Nan Xing, too, lowered his

had been a little frenetic. Although he was pretty confident of coming out victorious, his hasty drinking had nonetheless become

and I were in the same class in high school.” Tang Jing started

why you wanted to hold a press conference to enable her

really to try to understand what's your take

too many opinions about it. Hasn't the matter already blown over? Just treat it like another piece of fodder for the tabloids,” said an ebullient

upset and

you be able to share with me

of apprehensiveness. “Qing and I are really

going. You wouldn't have asked me out if you

would you like to reconsider? Actually, it really doesn't matter whether I hear it or not, as I know well what sort of person Ouyang Qing is.” Nan Xing appeared nonchalant

either, for he simply did

bit of a pickle, for the scenario she planned was for Nan Xing to press her, and she would, in response, portray her reluctance to share the information she

had just set her

she had somehow arrived at the understanding that the one before her was no ordinary Casanova, but a thinking person who could not be easily subjected

we shan't discuss Ouyang Qing anymore.

me just fine.” A jolly Nan Xing raised his cup and clinked it against

a trace of bitterness in this alcohol that did not seem present

Chen and yourself look exactly alike, your personalities are a

to latch onto some other topic

a way by which she could eke out the details

it's kind of normal, just like there aren't two identical leaves to be found anywhere in this world,”

and Mr. Chen don't share the same taste in women

may probably be the case, as I'm not sure whether

fancy then, Mr. Xing?” Tang

when we meet are the ones that I'm looking for. Since human beings are not merchandise, none could be made to order. Therefore, a so-called preferred type is, in reality, a loaded question. People simply aren't drawn to the one type of romantic interest, just as one could not possibly enjoy just one type of dish.