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.

stood up and took away that bottle of wine in front

afraid that I’ll trouble you when I’m drunk?

paid no heed to her

right to

but it was a little too

her feel dizzy, and she began to see a split image of Poker Face in

and she knew what she had

talk. She had many pent-up

Chen looked at Ning Ran,

little more?

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

Tch, how controlling. It’s not

stop just now?” Ning Ran looked at

wasn’t obliged to remind this woman that she had

jungle. Food supplies were limited. Instead of

Chen froze. Is she

want. You can even say it

what she had just said, but the main idea that Nan Chen

was better to be praised than to be taunted by

go. It’s not getting any earlier.” Ning Ran stood

little unsteady, but

asked the boss for a bowl of soup,

soup was warm, and

booze, Ning Ran

Chen could only

said you’ve got a story

should be almost drunk, and the probability of saying the truth

Mm, I have.” Ning Ran had forgotten

you want

froze again. He had heard of people choosing

Nan Chen

I have

do you need

Nan Chen didn’t want to

hear was a lie, as Ning Ran had the

asked that now because he thought Ning Ran wouldn’t be

lies was lower and he could have a chance to hear

because of my mother,” Ning Ran

your mother pass away a long time ago, and it was your fault that she died? Do you think I wouldn’t know

dying with a grudge is the pain of my life. But that woman stashed away my mother’s belongings and what’s

a person’s joy, but

mood, suddenly choked up

started pouring out, and they

she had been suppressing as her strong heart became fragile under

that she would always be close to

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

of deep sorrow is hidden in this

mother, and that’s

comfort was so plain that it could be

really didn’t know how to comfort people, because he felt that the suffering in this

because the pain would gradually fade

he said the words

“Tissue,” Ning Ran said.

the tissue over

old witch threatened me with my mother’s belongings, asking for ten million and if I don’t give her that money,

clear, and the hatred in her

Chen felt that what he heard this