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.

that bottle of wine in front of her, but he

“Are you afraid that

paid no heed to her

get right to the

concentrate, but

she began to see a split image of Poker Face in front of

was still conscious, and she knew what she had

talk. She had many pent-up emotions

looked at Ning Ran, indicating her to

more? Otherwise, I can’t talk about some

stop her. He couldn’t let her drink anymore, as it would be too taxing to deal

controlling. It’s not

now?” Ning Ran looked at Nan Chen with blurry

didn’t reply. He wasn’t obliged to remind this woman that she had been raving

now. We were talking about what happened in the jungle. Food supplies were limited. Instead of eating it yourself,

froze. Is she

want. You can even say it a

had just said, but the main idea that Nan Chen

it was better to be praised than to be taunted by

getting any earlier.”

but she managed to find her

Chen gestured her to sit down and then asked the boss for a bowl of soup, which should have

soup was warm, and

the booze, Ning Ran finished drinking

only

you’ve got a story to tell,”

almost drunk, and the probability of saying the truth before one gets drunk

Ning Ran had forgotten what

you

heard of people choosing a song, but not a

Nan Chen

do you want to hear? I have too many stories to tell,” Ning Ran

you

Nan Chen didn’t

because he was worried what he would hear was a lie, as Ning Ran had the natural

thought Ning Ran wouldn’t be

telling lies was lower and he

of my mother,”

sat unspeaking. Didn’t your mother pass away a long time ago, and

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

could amplify a person’s joy, but also their grievances

in a stable mood, suddenly choked up when she talked

pouring out, and

sorrows she had been suppressing

Chen watched her quietly and came to a realization that she would always be close

time she was

kind of deep sorrow is

because she’s guilty of killing her mother, and that’s why she would collapse when she brings up

cry.” Nan Chen’s comfort was so

felt that the suffering in this world could only be borne by

the

said the words ‘don’t cry’, Ning Ran

“Tissue,” Ning Ran said.

compliantly handed the tissue over to let her wipe

give her that

clear, and the hatred in her tone

before this, Nan Chen felt that what he heard this time should be the