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 the fried

was really starving or it was a psychological effect, but she found it to

Nan

was a waste and wondered if he was going

the

a glutton? Is a bowl of fried

hour is bound to make one chubbier, and she still eats

on those meatballs, he felt a little troubled. At that,

just have these. You only ate one and it’ll

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

crisp and

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

Ning Ran swallowing one meatball in a

forgotten about

Chen was reminded of

to the boss again for two

just

just been speaking casually, and

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

a glass as he said, “Don’t you have something to tell me? How are you going to tell me the truth if you don’t

Ran looked stunned. Drinking doesn’t mean I’ll tell the

to get me drunk just so I

things to him that shouldn’t be said. Is he addicted to listening to me or

“But I’m busy tomorrow—”

have to go to work tomorrow

making things difficult when I’m willing to listen to you right

since you’re happy, I’ll drink a glass or two with you. But as you know, I’m a light drinker and my decorum in drinking is pretty bad. If I’ve offended you with my drunken

face. He had

had his own ways of dealing with terrible

when his mother brought him

of the man seated on opposite

the trace of sadness

Ran thought she was imagining things. He was a filthy rich, handsome, and arrogant

raised his head and emptied his glass

dashing,

imitate him as she gulped down her

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

be wary of his bearings at all times, regardless of whether he was tired or

his words and actions could be amplified anytime and made into a

himself, but the

actually pretty strong, and Nan Chen

perplexed. Why was he drinking with

he hate her very much?

soft because he saw her sleeping on the

moved? Why didn’t

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

her and poured her

indescribable and strange feeling

Chen to temporarily put aside some things and simply be an ordinary

if he enjoyed the feeling of drinking at his hour

it was the

Chen?” Ning Ran asked,

filled her glass and didn’t

give me ten million, I don’t mind

Nan Chen frowned.

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

Ning Ran quickly changed her words, “Alright, when one drinks with a bosom friend, a thousand

saying it, it

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