My Wife Is a Superstar

Meanwhile, at the restaurant, Nan Chen was seated opposite the sweet-looking Ouyang Qing, who was eating elegantly.

He had not touched his food at all, as he did not have any appetite.

Ever since he spotted Ning Ran and that man when he exited the lift, he lost all appetite. He was so vexed that he couldn’t even stomach a drop of water.

But Nan Chen held back his temper. After all, his character was as deep and unfathomable as the ocean. He had to keep his composure as he would not allow anyone to affect his mood.

Or rather, he would not allow himself to display his true emotions on the outside, no matter how furious he was.

“Chen, why are you not eating?”

Ouyang Qing had a nice voice which sounded sweet and soft, almost comparable to Erbao’s.

She also had a pair of innocent and beautiful big eyes, which was as clear as the morning dew on flowers.

She was the type of women who easily triggered men’s desire to protect. There were hardly any men in the world who would not find her attractive.

“I’m not hungry,” Nan Chen replied indifferently.

“Chen, if I had known that you’re not going to eat, I wouldn’t have suggested this place,” Ouyang Qing said, feeling disappointed.

“That’s fine,” Nan Chen replied simply.

“The first thing I did when I came back from overseas was to look for you, Chen. Do you know that I’ve always admired you? Back when I was in junior high in Flower City, you were the talk of the school. You were the only student who managed to get a perfect score for both humanities and science subjects. If not for the fact that you went to further your studies abroad and skipped the national college entrance exam, you would definitely have been the top-scorer of our province.”

Nan Chen kept quiet.

He did not reject the compliments. The man was indeed good at studying. He could easily excel in any subject, as long as put his mind to it.

“The senior girls also agreed that you were the most good-looking guy in Flower City First Middle School – no one else even came close.”

Nan Chen remained silent. It was even more meaningless to discuss his looks. He already knew that he was handsome, this wasn’t news to him.

“Anyway, Chen, you’re a legend in Flower City First Secondary School.” Ouyang Qing looked smitten as she spoke.

popular even in university! A few of the professors even said that you are the most famous Asian alumni that the

me,” Nan Chen interrupted the woman. She was merely singing

are really amazing and I’ve always looked up to you.” Ouyang Qing was practically staring

nose once. However, I was not

that because that teacher insulted a female student and you were

here,” Nan Chen cut

Oh right, remember the couple we saw before

finally asked the one question she

know each other,” Nan Chen did not

friend,

for a drama which I

remember her now. It’s the drama The Sound of Thunder 2, right? But she seems to be always involved in scandals, I wonder if they

did not

they doing?” That was the most important question

treat Ouyang Qing to dinner for two reasons. Firstly, it was because of the close ties between the Ouyang family and the Nan family. Just like the Nan family, the Ouyang family was the most powerful

that Nan Chen hosted this dinner for Ouyang Qing was because she had stopped in Tokyo en route

innocent,

straight home, Ouyang Qing chose to take a detour and stop at Tokyo to visit

though Nan Chen was not in the best of moods, he still took the her to dinner right after she

They are both in good health. I took a few videos and photos of them. Chen, why don’t you add

very legitimate reason to ask for the man’s WeChat, much better than asking for it

had only started using the app

his WeChat contact

background of the woman’s profile picture was the house

was able to recognize

Qing’s plan. She was determined to claim Nan Chen—Flower City’s most

charming

three years since he last saw his parents. His grandpa had ordered that no one was allowed to visit

family was not to be blamed for being ruthless, as his son and daughter-in-law

incident was like a thorn in the