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.”

for that

was crisp and

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

in

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

that, Nan Chen was

boss again

but he just wanted

Ran had just been speaking casually, and she didn’t expect him

I’ve got work tomorrow,

something to tell me? How are you going to tell me the truth

stunned. Drinking doesn’t

just

to him that shouldn’t be said. Is he addicted to listening to

“But I’m busy tomorrow—”

work tomorrow

you making things difficult when I’m willing to listen to

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

Chen kept a straight face. He had seen her decorum

it didn’t matter. He had his own ways of dealing with

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 that would never

up, she saw that the eyes of the man seated on

closer look, the trace

imagining things. He was a filthy

head and emptied his

posture was dashing, yet elegant and

imitate him as she gulped down her drink,

sake, Nan Chen’s sitting posture wasn’t as

he must be wary of his bearings at all times, regardless of whether he

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

himself, but the company’s image

and Nan Chen could feel

was he drinking with