My Wife Is a Superstar (Ning Tan)

Ning Ran was about to say ‘anything’ but was afraid that it would seem rude, so she said to Nan Chen affectionately, “You make the call!”

The phrase ‘You make the call’ sounded simple, but it was rich in meaning.

And it was even more meaningful to say it in this situation.

Nan Chen was a little caught off guard at Ning Ran’s sudden gentleness.

As the server was still waiting at the side for him to place his order, Nan Chen didn’t say much and simply ordered a few dishes.

This was Ning Ran’s purpose. Naturally, Nan Chen should know best what to order since he brought her here.

Ning Ran scrutinized her surroundings. The decoration was very simple in Japanese style, and the customers beside them were also speaking in Japanese.

“You like Japanese food?” Ning Ran asked Nan Chen.

Nan Chen didn’t speak, and Ning Ran felt a little awkward for failing to strike up a conversation with him.

“This isn’t Japanese food,” Nan Chen eventually said.

“Yeah.” Ning Ran nodded hastily. “It’s a late-night snack that derived from Japanese food, like the late-night eateries seen in movies.”

Nan Chen was silent at that.

Alright, it seems he’s not planning to talk to me. Ning Ran zipped her mouth tactfully.

Nan Chen, who always bore a graceful posture, surveyed the surroundings as well. When he realized that almost all the female diners’ eyes were fixed on him, he hurriedly withdrew his gaze and sat upright.

This restaurant had been in business for some years, and it was his mother who had brought him and Nan Xing here for supper when they were young.

But then something happened, and he never came back.

This place seemed to have been renovated, but the style hadn’t changed much.

Nan Chen had always wanted to visit this place again but never had the courage to come.

With Ning Ran as a companion today, Nan Chen somehow had the courage and excuse to come over.

The food was served. There was fried ramen and a meatball dish Ning Ran couldn’t name.

As Ning Ran didn’t know which dish was hers, she let Nan Chen take it first.

Chen took the meatball dish and handed Ning Ran

tasted different from what she usually ate. She didn’t know if she was really starving or it was a psychological effect,

meatball, Nan Chen didn’t move

a waste and wondered if he was going to throw the rest away after

at the meatballs, wanting

Chen caught her wolfish gaze and wondered, Is this woman a glutton? Is a bowl of fried ramen not enough for

to make one chubbier,

a little troubled. At that, he raised his hand and signaled the boss for another bowl

one and it’ll be a waste

rose to her feet, reached for that bowl, and stuffed one in

was crisp and

eats is indeed delicious. He ordered fried ramen for me, but he ordered something more delicious for himself, and he

in a

is extraordinary, Sir Chen. I’ve never forgotten about the sake that

Chen was reminded of her drunken

again for two

but he just wanted to fulfil this woman’s

been speaking casually, and she didn’t expect

to take a rain check on that drink. I’ve got work tomorrow, and it’s too

glass as he said, “Don’t you have something to tell

doesn’t mean I’ll tell

get me drunk just

that

“But I’m busy tomorrow—”

to go to work tomorrow too!” Nan Chen cut her

you making things difficult when I’m willing

drinker and my decorum in drinking is pretty bad. If I’ve offended you with my drunken behavior, please forgive me,” Ning Ran said

kept a straight face. He had seen her decorum

matter. He had his

at Ning Ran. Deep down, he was thinking about the past; the time when his mother brought

up, she saw that the eyes of

a closer look, the trace of sadness

imagining things. He was a filthy rich, handsome,

Chen raised his head and emptied his glass of

posture was dashing, yet elegant

Ran tried to imitate him as she gulped down her drink, but something was

glasses of sake, Nan Chen’s sitting posture wasn’t as upright as before, which showed that

his bearings at all times, regardless of whether he

actions could be amplified anytime and

would it affect himself, but the

was actually pretty strong, and Nan Chen could

perplexed. Why was he drinking with

much? Didn’t

because he saw her sleeping on

moved? Why didn’t he

anymore. I’m done.” Ning Ran could feel the

Chen ignored her and poured her another

an indescribable and strange feeling of drinking

allow Nan Chen to temporarily put aside some things and

he enjoyed the feeling of drinking at his hour or if

was the latter. He would be wallowing

Ran asked,

Chen simply filled her

I don’t

Nan Chen frowned.

Ning Ran talked about money so straightforwardly to him. This woman

quickly changed her words, “Alright, when one drinks with a bosom friend, a thousand cups are not

it

different worlds. How could we be bosom friends? And how could we