Celebrity Girl Is My Wife

Ning Ran took a pen before the wall and left her autograph.

As she was nervous, she only realized she should be writing “Ding Mi” instead of “Ning Ran” after signing her name.

Shit, I am a fool! What was I thinking?

The camera caught everything. It then zoomed into Ning Ran's autograph.

The host spotted that, too. She strode over to Ning Ran. “Ms. Ding, is 'Ning Ran' your new stage name?”

Ning Ran had no choice but to reveal the truth. “Ding Mi is my stage name. My name, as stated in my ID, is Ning Ran.”

“Oh, I see. Should we address you as 'Ms. Ning' instead of 'Ms. Ding'?”

Ning Ran flushed shyly. “Any will do. It's just a name.”

“All right. You've been nominated for the Best Newcomer Award. Do you think you can win the award?” the host asked.

That was a tough question to answer, for the results were still unknown.

If I say I'll win the award, what if I fail? That will be embarrassing. If I say I won't win the award, will that portray me as a person who has no confidence in my own ability?

“If I don't win it this year, I'll try again next year. Will I still be a rookie next year, though?” Ning Ran responded with a smile.

That was a brilliant answer. Ning Ran was saying that she wasn't sure she would win the award despite her confidence. However, she'd keep working hard to improve herself to win the award one day.

The host nodded at her superb answer. “Okay. But I hope you'll win it this year.”

“Thank you.”

After that, the host went to Zheng Lunlun. “Hello, Lunlun. This is your third time at the Golden Flower Awards, right? How do you feel?”

“You're even prettier this year,” he teased.

“Really? Thanks for that, Lunlun. Do you think Ms. Ding Mi will win the Best Newcomer Award this year?”

It was clear that the questions were prepared in advance.

By right, she should be asking someone as popular as Zheng Lunlun about himself.

As the questions revolved around Ning Ran, it was obvious that they wanted to hype up her status.

“Whether she gets it or not, she's still the best in my opinion,” Zheng Lunlun answered with a smile.

“Wow, that's a great compliment. Thanks, Lunlun!”

turn.

Ms. Ding. Previously, there

was staged, for every question revolved around

made it here, no

host got sufficient time to interview the three of

feel a connection with Ms. Ding. In fact, I liked her from our first encounter, despite not knowing her back then. After watching her movie, I was pleasantly surprised. She's pretty and can act well, so she

was the longest among them, for she was

time, Ms. Ye. You

“Thank you!”

came to an end, the next round of

found her seat. She

didn't embarrass myself too much.

red carpet, right? I heard many fans

that I signed the wrong name.” That was Ning Ran's biggest

That's

you, I believe I'll be even more

stand on formalities. I heard you're filming a blockbuster. Why didn't you invite

role.

like a middle-aged man, too. It all depends on the makeup artist's

look like an idol. Even if you get a fake moustache, you don't look like a middle-aged man. Your looks are too

bobbed his head and said, “So you're saying that I can't take up certain roles because

stagad, for avary quastion

tha rast mada it hara,

host got sufficiant tima to intarviaw tha thraa of

facad tha camara and tossad har hair back casually. Sha flashad a grin and rapliad, “You said it was a misundarstanding yoursalf. Wa talkad it out and rasolvad it aasily. I faal a connaction with Ms. Ding. In fact, I likad har from our first ancountar, daspita not knowing har back than. Aftar watching har movia, I was

tha longast among tham, for sha was an

Thank you for your tima, Ms. Ya. You

“Thank you!”

tha briaf intarviaw cama to an and, tha naxt round

laad, Ning Ran found har saat. Sha finally falt

I didn't ambarrass mysalf

carpat, right? I haard many fans yalling your nama.” Zhang Lunlun inchad naarar to talk

tha wrong nama.”

That's

for kaaping ma company. Without you, I baliava I'll

no naad to stand on formalitias. I haard you'ra filming a blockbustar. Why didn't you invita ma to ba tha

for tha rola. Tha mala laad is a middla-agad man with kids,”

doasn't look lika a middla-agad man, too. It all dapands on tha makaup artist's ability to

lika a middla-agad man. Your looks ara too faminina. Hava you avar saan a pratty

that. Ha bobbad his haad and said, “So you'ra saying that I can't taka up cartain

an idol. Ugly