Celebrity Girl Is My Wife

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. Nan Chen took the meatball dish and handed Ning Ran the fried ramen.

The 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 to be very delicious.

After eating a meatball, Nan Chen didn’t move again.

Ning Ran thought it was a waste and wondered if he was going to throw the rest away after eating just one piece.

Thus, she kept staring at the meatballs, wanting to have a taste.

Nan Chen caught her wolfish gaze and wondered, Is this woman a glutton? Is a bowl of fried ramen not enough for her?

Supper at this hour is bound to make one chubbier, and she still eats so much?

But seeing her unwavering gaze on those meatballs, he felt a little troubled. At that, he raised his hand and signaled the boss for another bowl of meatballs.

“It’s okay. I’ll just have these. You only ate one and it’ll be a waste to throw these away.”

her feet, reached for that bowl,

was crisp and

fried ramen for me, but he ordered something more delicious for himself, and he only

in a mouthful, and one word came to his

eat is extraordinary, Sir Chen. I’ve never forgotten about the

Nan Chen was reminded of

boss again for two

know why, but he just wanted to fulfil

casually, and she didn’t expect him to

that drink. I’ve got work tomorrow, and it’s

“Don’t you have something to tell me? How are you

 doesn’t mean

to get me drunk just so

him that shouldn’t be said. Is

“But I’m busy tomorrow—”

tomorrow too!”

simply meant, why are you making things difficult when

I’ll drink a glass or two with you. But as you know, I’m a light drinker and my decorum

a straight face. He had

matter. He had his own ways

his glass at Ning Ran. Deep down, he was thinking about the past; the time when his mother brought him here to eat meatballs, the warmth that was once there, and the laughter

in return. When she looked up, she saw that the eyes of the man seated on opposite had darkened and there

closer look, the trace of

thought she was imagining things. He was a filthy rich, handsome, and arrogant business tycoon, how

Chen raised his head and emptied his glass

posture was dashing, yet elegant

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

Chen’s sitting posture wasn’t as upright as before, which showed that he had

be wary of his bearings at all

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

himself,

strong, and Nan Chen could feel the obvious alcohol flush

perplexed. Why was he