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 the fried

She didn’t know if she was really starving or it was a psychological effect, but

meatball, Nan Chen

wondered if he was going to

the meatballs, wanting

gaze and wondered, Is this woman a glutton? Is a bowl

is bound to make one

little troubled. At that, he raised

have these. You only ate one and it’ll

her feet, reached for that bowl, and stuffed

was crisp and

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

Chen looked at Ning Ran swallowing one meatball in a

about the sake that we drank the last time. It was

Chen was reminded

to the boss again

but he just wanted to fulfil this woman’s

been speaking casually, and she didn’t expect

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

as he said, “Don’t you have something to tell me? How are you going

stunned. Drinking doesn’t

to get me drunk just so I

last time I was drunk, I said many things to him that shouldn’t be said. Is he addicted to listening

“But I’m busy tomorrow—”

go to work tomorrow too!” Nan Chen cut her

why are you making things difficult when I’m

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 behavior, please forgive me,” Ning Ran said with

a straight face. He

He had his own ways of dealing

about the past; the time when his mother brought him here to eat meatballs, the warmth that was once there, and

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

a closer look, the trace of sadness

He was a filthy rich, handsome, and arrogant business tycoon, how could

his head and emptied his glass

posture was dashing,

Ran tried to imitate him as she gulped

a few glasses of sake, Nan Chen’s sitting posture wasn’t as upright as before,

his bearings at all times, regardless of

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

it affect himself,

strong, and Nan Chen could feel

perplexed. Why was he drinking with this woman

much?

he saw her sleeping

moved? Why didn’t he

Ning Ran could feel

ignored her

indescribable and strange feeling of drinking late

Nan Chen to temporarily put aside some

enjoyed the feeling of drinking at his hour or if he enjoyed drinking with this

it was the

Ning Ran asked, a little drunk

her glass

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

Nan Chen frowned.

Ran talked about money so straightforwardly to him.

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 didn’t feel

we’re from two different worlds. How could we be bosom