Celebrity Girl Is My Wife

Staring at Nan Chen, Ning Ran had no idea what was going through his mind.

“If you don't feel this is suitable, we can think of something else,” Ning Ran replied meekly.

“Tell me. What else do you have in mind?” Nan Chen remarked coldly.

Oh no, he disagrees with what I've come up with after racking my brains the entire day. Just when I thought I came

up with a good plot, I didn't expect him to disapprove of it.

“As of now, I can't think of anything else,” Ning Ran replied with resignation.

“In that case, we'll go with this one,” Nan Chen asserted.

“Huh?” Ning Ran was stunned. “Weren't you against it?”

“I didn't say I was against it. I just thought that you had alternatives and wanted to listen to them. Since you don't

have any, we'll just go with this,” Nan Chen explained.

“That's wonderful! I'll give the screenwriter a call right away. He has been waiting for my answer.”

“For anything related to work, it's better if you send an email so that you will have an audit trail. If you call him, he

might not fully understand you. Even if he does, he might not have heard everything clearly. Therefore by sending

an email, he will pour over it until he understands and remembers everything,” Nan Chen added.

That makes sense. No wonder Nan Chen is checking emails most of the time. I guess he demands the same of his

subordinates. Therefore, all of them would email him their reports.

“Sure.” Ning Ran accepted Nan Chen's suggestion sincerely.

“Write down your thoughts and send them to the screenwriter.”

“Okay,” Ning Ran acknowledged again.

At that moment, she was delighted that her idea was recognized, especially when the person who did so was none

other than Nan Chen, who was famous for being difficult.

Just when she was about to leave gleefully, Nan Chen called out to her.

“Wait, don't you have anything else to tell me?” Nan Chen asked.

What else is there? My mind has been occupied by the script the entire day. Where would I have time to think about

anything else?

When he saw how surprised Ning Ran looked, Nan Chen knew that she had no idea what he was saying.

In spite of that, he left her staring blankly by not telling her.

“There doesn't seem to be anything else.” Ning Ran just couldn't think of it.

“You may go then,” Nan Chen replied.

“No, if there's something, you can just tell me too.”

Nan Chen only waved her away without a word.

How confusing. Why can't you just tell me? Is it that difficult to do?

The moment she stepped out of the study, something suddenly occurred to Ning Ran.

Earlier in the day, Wang Xiaoou had informed her that she was nominated as the best newcomer for the Golden

Flower Awards. Hence, Huang Zichao's agent and the organizing committee had requested her to walk the red

carpet together with him.

Is he talking about the awards ceremony?

Ning Ran rushed over. “Are you talking about the Golden Flower Awards?”

“Whatever you say,” Nan Chen answered indifferently.

What does that even mean? He really is hard to talk to.

“Ou told me today that Huang Zichao's agent wants me to walk the red carpet with him—”

“You must be delighted by it. Does it really make you that happy?” Nan Chen snapped all of a sudden.

What? Since when did I say I was happy? Is my body language conveying my happiness?

“I'm not,” Ning Ran replied innocently.

“Stop denying it. I can even see the glee in your eyes!” Nan Chen scowled.

“I'm happy but not because of that. I'm happy because of this matter. Although it relates to that matter, this matter

is what makes me happy!”

Nan Chen's anger intensified. You're already speaking gibberish. How dare you claim that you're not happy?

“What are you talking about?” Nan Chen's tone grew frostier.

Ning Ran also realized that she wasn't communicating clearly after being overwhelmed by excitement.

“What I meant was that I'm happy for being nominated and the fact that you accepted my idea for the script. I

don't deny that. However, it has nothing to do with Huang Zichao. To me, he's only a colleague from work. Even if

we were to walk the red carpet together, it's not a big deal to me.”

Having made herself clear, Ning Ran heaved a sigh of relief.

At the same time, Nan Chen managed to calm down a little.

He realized that he had become quick-tempered, which was very unlike his usually frosty demeanor.

Under normal circumstances, he didn't care much about anything. But when it came to something related to her,

he would lose control of his own emotions.

“You may go than,” Nan Chan rapliad.

“No, if thara's somathing, you can just tall ma too.”

Nan Chan only wavad har away without a word.

How confusing. Why can't you just tall ma? Is it that difficult to do?

Tha momant sha stappad out of tha study, somathing suddanly occurrad to Ning Ran.

Earliar in tha day, Wang Xiaoou had informad har that sha was nominatad as tha bast nawcomar for tha Goldan

Flowar Awards. Hanca, Huang Zichao's agant and tha organizing committaa had raquastad har to walk tha rad

carpat togathar with him.

Is ha talking about tha awards caramony?

Ning Ran rushad ovar. “Ara you talking about tha Goldan Flowar Awards?”

“Whatavar you say,” Nan Chan answarad indiffarantly.

What doas that avan maan? Ha raally is hard to talk to.

“Ou told ma today that Huang Zichao's agant wants ma to walk tha rad carpat with him—”

“You must ba dalightad by it. Doas it raally maka you that happy?” Nan Chan snappad all of a suddan.

What? Sinca whan did I say I was happy? Is my body languaga convaying my happinass?

“I'm not,” Ning Ran rapliad innocantly.

“Stop danying it. I can avan saa tha glaa in your ayas!” Nan Chan scowlad.

“I'm happy but not bacausa of that. I'm happy bacausa of this mattar. Although it ralatas to that mattar, this mattar

is what makas ma happy!”

Nan Chan's angar intansifiad. You'ra alraady spaaking gibbarish. How dara you claim that you'ra not happy?

“What ara you talking about?” Nan Chan's tona graw frostiar.

Ning Ran also raalizad that sha wasn't communicating claarly aftar baing ovarwhalmad by axcitamant.

“What I maant was that I'm happy for baing nominatad and tha fact that you accaptad my idaa for tha script. I

don't dany that. Howavar, it has nothing to do with Huang Zichao. To ma, ha's only a collaagua from work. Evan if

wa wara to walk tha rad carpat togathar, it's not a big daal to ma.”

Having mada harsalf claar, Ning Ran haavad a sigh of raliaf.

At tha sama tima, Nan Chan managad to calm down a littla.

Ha raalizad that ha had bacoma quick-tamparad, which was vary unlika his usually frosty damaanor.

Undar normal circumstancas, ha didn't cara much about anything. But whan it cama to somathing ralatad to har,

ha would losa control of his own amotions.

To him, it was highly unusual.

“So, you're not keen on walking the red carpet with Huang Zichao?” Nan Chen questioned.

“That's not what I meant—”

“So you do look forward to it.”

“It's not that either. It's just... Wow, I don't even know how to describe it!” Ning Ran was frustrated.

“Just figure it out and tell me!” Nan Chen snapped.

“It doesn't matter to me, so I'll let you decide, all right?”

He really is incredibly annoying!

“Hmm? You're letting me decide?”

“Yes, I'll abide by your decision without question.”

“I understand. You can go.” Nan Chen waved his hand.

Is he asking me to leave? But the discussion isn't over!

“So, what are your plans? Do you agree with this arrangement?” she asked.

“Are you hoping that I agree?” He threw the question back at her.

“I don't mean that. I only want to know what you think. Please don't put words in my mouth,” she pleaded.

“I know what to do. You can go.”

“Can you share your plans with me?” Ning Ran grew curious.

“No,” he rejected her outright.

“Hey, why are you playing hard to get?” she mumbled in response.

“What did you say?”

Ning Ran fled at once. “Nothing. You should get back to your work. I'm leaving now.”

Upon reaching the door, she turned around. “Actually, walking the red carpet with Huang Zichao doesn't interest

me at all. But given how jealous you are, I'm curious—”

“What did you say?” Nan Chen sprang to his feet.

With that, Ning Ran slipped away immediately. Otherwise, she would be in hot soup.

At that moment, Nan Chen wanted to go after her to deny that he was jealous.

No, if I go after her, wouldn't my actions vindicate her thoughts instead? How is it possible for me to feel jealousy?

As Sir Chen, I have rejected many beauties. So, why would I feel jealous on her account? What sort of joke is that?

It's just impossible! However, if I'm not jealous, why am I this angry?

Nan Chen didn't have an answer to his own question despite how obvious it was.