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.

dish and handed Ning

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

eating a meatball, Nan Chen

wondered if he was going to throw the rest away after

at the meatballs,

gaze and wondered, Is this woman a glutton? Is a bowl of fried ramen

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

he felt a little troubled. At that, he raised

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

to her feet, reached for that bowl, and stuffed

was crisp and

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

looked at Ning Ran swallowing one meatball in a mouthful, and one word

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

that, Nan Chen was reminded of her drunken

boss again for

know why, but he just wanted to fulfil

Ran had just been speaking casually, and she

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

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

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

get me drunk just so

things to him that shouldn’t be said. Is

“But I’m busy tomorrow—”

go to work tomorrow too!” Nan Chen cut

are you making things difficult when I’m willing to

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 behavior, please forgive

a straight face. He had seen

matter. He had his own

when his mother brought him here to eat meatballs, the warmth that was once there,

the eyes of the

a closer look, the

a filthy rich, handsome, and arrogant business tycoon, how could he

head and

posture was dashing, yet elegant

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

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

of his bearings at all times, regardless

and actions could be amplified anytime and made into a topic for gossips

it affect himself,

Nan Chen could feel

was he drinking with this woman

much?

saw her sleeping on the ground at

easily moved? Why

Ning Ran

Chen ignored her and poured her another

indescribable and strange feeling of

to temporarily put aside some

Chen didn’t know if he enjoyed the feeling of drinking at his hour

be terrifying if it was the latter. He would be

Chen?” Ning Ran asked, a little drunk as her tone wasn’t

Chen simply filled her glass and

to give me ten million, I don’t mind if drink myself to death,” Ning Ran

Nan Chen frowned.

most was how Ning Ran talked about money so straightforwardly to

drinks with

saying it, it

we’re from two different worlds. How could we be bosom friends? And how