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.

meatball dish and

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

eating a meatball, Nan

a waste and wondered if he was going to

at the meatballs, wanting

Is this woman a glutton? Is a bowl of fried ramen not enough for

hour is bound to make one chubbier,

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

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

reached for that bowl, and

was crisp and

Poker Face eats is indeed delicious. He ordered fried ramen for me, but he ordered something more delicious for himself, and he only ate a little. This is

in

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

was

boss again

know why, but he just wanted to fulfil

just been speaking casually, and she

to take a rain check on that drink. I’ve got work tomorrow, and it’s too late,” Ning Ran declined with a

Chen had already poured her a glass as he said, “Don’t you have something to tell me? How are you going to tell me the

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

trying to get me drunk just

many 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 too!” Nan Chen cut her

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

two with you. But as you know, I’m a light drinker and my decorum in drinking is

He had

had his own ways of dealing

was thinking about the past; the time when his mother brought him

return. When she looked up, she saw that the eyes of the man seated on opposite had darkened and there was a flash of

the

things. He was a filthy rich, handsome, and arrogant business tycoon, how could he be

his head and

dashing, yet

to imitate him as she gulped down

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

his identity, he must be wary of his bearings at all times, regardless

his words and actions could be amplified anytime and

affect himself, but the company’s

strong, and Nan Chen could

perplexed. Why was he drinking with this woman

much?

heart turn soft because he saw her sleeping on the ground at the

moved? Why didn’t he realize this

I’m done.” Ning Ran could feel

her and poured

and strange feeling of drinking late

feeling seemed to allow Nan Chen to temporarily put aside some

know if he enjoyed the feeling of drinking

it was the

get me drunk, Sir Chen?” Ning Ran asked,

filled her glass and

me ten million, I don’t mind if drink myself

Nan Chen frowned.

about money so straightforwardly to

Ning Ran quickly changed her words, “Alright, when one drinks with a bosom friend, a thousand cups are not enough. I’ll just drink

it, it

could we be bosom friends? And how could we possibly drink that