Celebrity Girl Is My Wife

Meanwhile, in Livingsfill, just as Huang Zichao entered a private room in a club, someone knocked on the door.

When he opened the door, he saw a man built like a steel tower before him.

The man then stepped away, allowing the man without any facial expression to amble forward.

“Mr. Nan? You're the one who invited me?” Huang Zichao was surprised.

Nan Chen stepped past him and entered the room with Qiao Zhan before locking the door.

“What do you two want?” Huang Zichao got nervous.

Qiao Zhan stood in front of Huang Zichao and grabbed him by his collar. “Sir Chen has invited you to a meeting multiple times, yet each time, you turned him down. However, when I sent that anonymous message to you with another phone, you showed up. This means you're afraid of someone. Tell me, who's that person and who did you think sent you that message?”

In response, Nan Chen shot a glance at Qiao Zhan, gesturing for him to be gentler.

Of course, Huang Zichao wasn't going to surrender that easily. “I don't know what you're talking about.”

A sigh slipped out of Qiao Zhan's mouth as he turned to Nan Chen. “Not everyone is as self-aware as me, Sir Chen. Some people are just that despicable, refusing to reveal what they know until violence is applied.”

Sitting down, Nan Chen grabbed a wine bottle, smelled it, and put it down. “Ask a server to bring me five bottles of highly concentrated vodka with at least sixty percent alcohol by volume.”

“Why do you want vodka with that high ABV percentage, Sir Chen? Do you want to drink it?” Qiao Zhan asked.

Nan Chen simply waved, nonverbally telling him to do as he was told.

Thus, Qiao Zhan left and soon returned with the bottles.

ABV percentage of this vodka is way too high, Sir Chen. Don't drink too much of it. In fact, it's best if you

drinking. He's the one drinking.” Lifting his

no, no. I

yours. Once you're drunk, you'll be

really can't. My body can't handle it if I drink

glanced at

Qiao Zhan wasn't as bright as Jiang Zhe, which was why Jiang Zhe was Nan Chen's mouthpiece while Qiao

stared at Nan Chen, slightly

Nan Chen off. Isn't he skilled at prying someone's mouth open? He's even holding the prop right now, yet he still doesn't know how to act. Are muscle heads really that simple-minded? Is it truly impossible for one to possess both brawn and

icily,

proceeded to pour the vodka into a glass

glare at him. I'm not the one drinking! How

would think he understood what Nan Chen meant, but in another, he would have no idea what

do with this strong liquor? Am I really supposed to make Huang Zichao drunk with this? But if that's the case, then there's no need to have this many bottles. It's

as though he had been enlightened when he finally grasped what he

all these bottles. Then, tomorrow, reporters will discover you've died of alcohol poisoning

butter people up, but he's also very good at figuring out what Sir Chen

Zichao's expression changed. “You can't do

from alcohol poisoning. That, naturally, doesn't count as a criminal offense. At most, we'll just pay for your funeral. Well, Sir Chen can afford it.” When Qiao Zhan's threat concluded, he turned to Nan Chen and

wasn't that amazing after all. I can guess what Sir Chen is

was brimming with anxiousness. He knew it wouldn't be feasible

“What do you two want to

then cancel it afterward? Not only

just didn't want to continue filming the show anymore because it was