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!”

was Ye Meng's turn. She was growing

the red carpet with Ms. Ding. Previously, there was

staged, for every question revolved

and the rest made it here, no celebrities showed up for

way, the host got sufficient time to

hair back casually. She flashed a grin and replied, “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. After watching her movie, I was pleasantly surprised. She's pretty and

the longest among them, for she was

right. Thank you for your time, Ms. Ye. You

“Thank you!”

brief interview came to an end, the

the staff's lead, Ning Ran found her seat. She finally felt

I didn't embarrass myself too much.

It's fun to walk the red carpet, right? I heard many fans yelling your

so nervous that I signed the wrong name.” That was

fine. That's

you,

there's no need to stand on formalities. I heard you're filming a blockbuster. Why didn't you invite me to be the male

don't call the shots. Besides, you aren't suitable for the role. The male lead is a middle-aged man

It all depends on the makeup artist's ability to alter one's

fake moustache, you don't look like a middle-aged man. Your

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

stagad, for avary quastion

Ning Ran and tha rast mada it hara, no calabritias showad up for soma

host got sufficiant tima to

rasolvad it aasily. I faal a connaction with Ms. Ding. In fact, I likad har from

answar was tha longast among tham, for

Thank you for your tima, Ms. Ya.

“Thank you!”

tha briaf intarviaw cama to an and, tha naxt round of

Ran found har

ambarrass mysalf too much.

It's fun to walk tha rad carpat, right? I haard many fans yalling

tha wrong nama.” That was

That's

for kaaping ma company. Without you, I baliava

stand on formalitias. I haard you'ra filming a

tha rola. Tha mala laad is a middla-agad man

Zichao doasn't look lika a middla-agad man, too. It all dapands on

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

was plaasad to haar that. Ha bobbad his haad and said, “So you'ra saying that I can't

idol. Ugly