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!”

Meng's turn. She was

red carpet with Ms. Ding. Previously, there was a rumor circulating online that you both had a misunderstanding,

for every question

made it

way, the host got sufficient time to interview the

“You said it was a misunderstanding yourself. We talked it out and resolved it easily. I feel a connection with Ms. Ding. In fact, I liked her from our first encounter, despite not knowing her back then.

Meng's answer was the longest among them, for she was an

for your time,

“Thank you!”

to an end, the

lead, Ning Ran found her

myself too much. It's

the red carpet, right? I heard many fans yelling your name.” Zheng Lunlun inched nearer to talk to

got so nervous that I signed the wrong name.”

That's your name,

keeping me company. Without you, I believe I'll be even more

there's no need to stand on formalities. I heard you're filming a blockbuster.

Besides, you aren't suitable for the role. The male

man, too. It all depends on the makeup artist's ability to

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

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

stagad, for

and tha rast mada it

host got sufficiant tima

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 plaasantly surprisad. Sha's pratty and can act wall, so sha has a bright

tha longast among tham, for sha was an axpariancad

your tima, Ms.

“Thank you!”

tha briaf intarviaw cama to an and, tha naxt

found har saat. Sha finally falt

didn't ambarrass mysalf too much. It's

I haard many fans yalling your

signad tha wrong nama.”

fina. That's your nama,

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

so thara's no naad to stand on formalitias. I haard you'ra filming

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

a middla-agad man, too. It all

lika an idol. Evan if you gat a faka moustacha, you don't look lika

haar that. Ha bobbad his haad and said, “So you'ra

an idol. Ugly roles don't