My Wife Is a Superstar (Ning Tan)

Drunkenness always happened when one was least aware of it.

Ning Ran didn’t know from which glass onwards that she started feeling light in the head.

That feeling of light-headedness felt nice. It was exhilarating, relaxing, and unrestrained.

She was talking more and more loudly, and laughing more and more presumptuously.

Although Nan Chen was a little drunk, he remained upright in his seat as he looked at the increasingly wanton woman before him.

Was this the result he wanted? Not knowing the answer, he gulped down another glass of sake.

Why did I come here? Why did I eat with her? And why did I drink?

He didn’t drink any alcohol for work during the important social event tonight, but he was drinking white wine now with the woman he hated so much.

“You’re actually a nice person, Sir Chen,” Ning Ran said abruptly with a smile.

Nan Chen remained silent.

“You’re responsible. When we were in the jungle, you didn’t eat and had left the food for me and the children… I always remember it. In fact, my life is not as important as yours. I’m just a blade of grass. If I’m gone, I bet no one will remember me after a few days. But you’re different. You’re responsible for the family business. If anything happens to you, the entire Flower City or even the entire economy of China will be affected. So, I think it’s amazing that you’re willing to save food for us.” Ning Ran rambled on and on about many things.

Nan Chen’s heart softened a little.

How are you a blade of grass? How are you as cheap as you say you are? How could you be forgotten in two days if you’re gone?

Where do I find this one and only orange blossom fragrance if you’re gone?

“But you also have a bad side,” Ning Ran spoke in a thick voice, not caring if Nan Chen answered or not.

Nan Chen cocked an eyebrow and looked at Ning Ran.

“You’re too proud. Although you have the power, there’s no need to be arrogant. The world is diverse. Everyone has his own way of life, his own personality—” Ning Ran halted and burped.

Nan Chen knitted his brows tightly together. Is this woman going to throw up again?

He couldn’t let her throw up again this time. She had made a scene the last time she was drunk, and it was too much trouble.

Chen stood up and took away that bottle of wine in front of

Ran grinned, “Are you afraid that I’ll trouble you when

no heed

right to the

tried hard to concentrate, but it was a

feel dizzy, and she began to see

conscious, and she knew

only downside was that she really wanted to talk. She had many pent-up emotions

Ning

little more? Otherwise, I can’t talk

get another bottle of wine when Nan Chen stretched his hand to stop her. He couldn’t let her drink anymore, as it would be

controlling. It’s not like I’m a drunkard

Ning Ran looked at Nan Chen

obliged to remind this woman that she

jungle. Food supplies were limited. Instead of eating it

she

want. You can even say

repeated what she had just said, but the main idea

was better to be praised than to be

not getting any earlier.” Ning Ran stood

a little unsteady, but she

asked the boss for a bowl of soup, which should

soup was warm, and it tasted a

booze, Ning Ran finished drinking it in a flash and

only

to tell me? You said you’ve got a story to tell,” Nan

from her current state, she should be almost drunk, and the probability of saying the truth before one gets drunk was

I have.” Ning Ran had

do you want to

froze again. He had heard of

Nan Chen

want to hear? I have too many stories

you need ten million all of a

Nan Chen didn’t

what he would hear was a lie, as

Ran wouldn’t be able to tell lies in

of her telling lies was lower and he could have a

my mother,” Ning Ran

your mother pass away a long time ago, and

my mother’s belongings and what’s even more hateful, she changed my mother’s ashes and kept her from resting in

joy, but

had still been in a stable mood, suddenly choked up when she

started pouring out, and they

had been suppressing as her strong heart became fragile under the influence of

would always be close to falling

had cried so loudly on the highway the last time she was drunk, lamenting for her mother and

of deep sorrow is hidden in this

of killing her mother, and that’s

Nan Chen’s comfort was so plain

comfort people, because he felt that the suffering in this world could

useless because the pain would gradually fade

words ‘don’t cry’, Ning

“Tissue,” Ning Ran said.

handed the tissue over to let her wipe her

million and if I don’t give her that money, she will pour dog’s blood on my mother’s ashes so that she cannot rest in peace down

and the hatred in her tone was

said before this, Nan Chen felt that what he