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.

and handed Ning Ran

she usually ate. She didn’t know if she was really starving or it was a psychological effect, but she found it to

eating a meatball, Nan

Ran thought it was a waste and wondered if he was going to throw the rest away after eating just

staring at the meatballs, wanting to

this woman a glutton? Is

this hour is bound to make one chubbier,

seeing her unwavering gaze on those meatballs, he felt a little troubled. At that, he raised his hand and signaled

have these. You only ate one and it’ll be a waste to

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

crisp and

ramen for me, but he ordered something more delicious

Ran swallowing one meatball in a mouthful, and one word

supper you eat is extraordinary, Sir Chen. I’ve never forgotten about the sake that we drank the last time. It

was reminded

to the boss again for

he just wanted to fulfil this woman’s

been speaking casually, and she

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

“Don’t you have something to tell me?

Drinking doesn’t mean I’ll tell the truth

trying to get me drunk just

said many things to him that shouldn’t be said. Is he addicted to

“But I’m busy tomorrow—”

work tomorrow too!” Nan Chen cut her

making things difficult when I’m

as you know, I’m a light drinker and my decorum in drinking is pretty bad. If I’ve offended you with my

a straight face. He had seen her decorum in

had his own ways of dealing with

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

looked up, she saw that the eyes of the man seated on opposite had darkened and

closer look, the trace of sadness was

He was a filthy rich, handsome, and

and emptied his

was dashing, yet elegant

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

posture wasn’t as upright as before, which showed that he had

at all times, regardless of whether he was

and actions could be amplified anytime and

affect himself, but the company’s image as

wine was actually pretty strong, and Nan Chen could feel

perplexed. Why was he

he hate her very much? Didn’t

his heart turn soft because he saw her

easily moved? Why didn’t he realize

done.” Ning Ran could

Chen ignored her and poured her

was an indescribable and strange feeling of

allow Nan Chen to temporarily put aside some

know if he enjoyed the feeling of drinking

it was the latter. He would be

trying to get me drunk, Sir Chen?” Ning Ran asked, a little drunk as her

Chen simply filled her glass

promise to give me ten million, I don’t mind if

Nan Chen frowned.

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

drinks with a bosom friend, a thousand cups

it didn’t

bosom