Celebrity Girl Is My Wife

The moment Ning Ran alighted, she saw Sunny, who had dyed his hair purple.

He was wearing a pink tapered trench coat and a pair of white leather trousers. With his flawless white skin, one

wouldn't be faulted for thinking that he was a girl.

Sunny saw her too. “Ding Mi, my baby, come over here.”

His voice was so gentle and feminine that it made Ning Ran envious.

“Sunny, it's been a long time. I see you're as... fashionable as always.”

Just when Ning Ran walked over and shook his hand, she caught a whiff of the elegant perfume he was wearing.

“Are you saying that I look slutty? Just speak candidly instead of telling me that I'm fashionable,” Sunny replied with

a smile.

“I was worried about getting on your nerves,” Ning Ran returned his smile.

She truly liked Sunny a lot. Although he was weird, he was never hypocritical and always wore his heart on his

sleeve.

By being himself, it made him someone approachable. Nonetheless, it required a lot of courage from him to

behave that way.

As a result, Ning Ran admired him for his attitude toward life.

“I won't be angry because I don't care about what others think of me. Even though more than half of those in

showbiz ridicule me for being crazy, they cannot do without my expertise, especially for major events. After all, I

excel in making people look amazing.”

While speaking, Sunny gestured with one hand and placed the other on his hip. It was an animated sight indeed.

“I never said that you are crazy. Instead, I admire you for how unique you are,” Ning Ran added.

“I knew that you have good tastes. Come, let me take you to a tailor to get your evening gown done,” Sunny

remarked.

Half an hour later, Ning Ran met Sunny's tailor.

Assuming she was going to meet someone old, Ning Ran was surprised to see a young man instead.

He was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and a grey suit. He also had his hair tied up in a ponytail and a huge

diamond ring on his finger.

Tall and dashing, he even had a vibrant look to his face.

“This is the famous designer, Giorgio. And this is Ding Mi. She's here to tailor a gown,” Sunny introduced them to

each other.

“Pleasure to meet you, Giorgio,” Ning Ran greeted with a smile.

Without saying a word, Giorgio approached Ning Ran and scrutinized her from top to toe.

Ning Ran naturally felt uncomfortable being eyed by a man like that.

However, on Sunny's account, she bore with it without protest.

“You have a very good figure, but why were you wearing such an ugly costume on the show? Who designed that

ugly piece?” Giorgio asked a strange question all of a sudden.

Briefly stunned, Ning Ran quickly realized he was talking about The Sound of Thunder 2.

Having thought that the costume looked decent, she was surprised by Giorgio's comment.

“I'm not really sure who designed it.” Ning Ran laughed awkwardly.

“I'm not saying you're ugly. In fact, you're pretty like an angel. I'm just criticizing the costume for being ugly. If I had

designed it, you would have definitely looked divine!” Giorgio declared.

“That's enough. Considering how high your fees are, the production team can't afford you,” Sunny interjected.

Giorgio pondered a moment. “It's true that they can't afford me.”

“That's all there is to it. Anyway, take a look at her and design something for her to wear to the Golden Flower

Awards,” Sunny instructed.

“What's your budget?” Giorgio asked.

“There's no limit. All that matters is that she looks stunning,” Sunny replied.

“No limit? That's not acceptable. The clothes I make have always been expensive. What if she doesn't pay up?”

Giorgio questioned.

“I'm here on Sir Chen's instructions. Do you think money is going to be an issue?” Sunny gave him a condescending

look.

“In that case, there's no problem at all. Nonetheless, I have to let you know first that I don't tailor anything for less

than a hundred thousand,” Giorgio reiterated.

Ning Ran was astounded. A hundred thousand?

“A hundred thousand for a gown?” Ning Ran stared at Giorgio.

“Yes. I only use the best fabric and accessories in the market. Hence, there's no way I can make anything for less

than that. Also, there's no ceiling for my prices,” Giorgio explained.

“Well...”

“Don't worry. You don't have to pay for it. Sir Chen has asked the company to take care of it,” Sunny reassured her.

“Isn't it too expensive still? Is it worth it just for a gown?” Ning Ran couldn't believe her ears.

“It's definitely worth it. In fact, it's not expensive at all, as clothes are everything to one's beauty. If that weren't the

case, you would've gotten something from the mall instead of coming here to see me. Actually, I'm in the midst of

an order for one of the royal families. If it weren't because of Sunny and Sir Chen, I wouldn't have bothered with

you.”

Giorgio was visibly displeased.

Ning Ran apologized with a smile, “I'm sorry that my words have come across the wrong way. It's just that I have

never worn anything this expensive before.”

Briafly stunnad, Ning Ran quickly raalizad ha was talking about Tha Sound of Thundar 2.

Having thought that tha costuma lookad dacant, sha was surprisad by Giorgio's commant.

“I'm not raally sura who dasignad it.” Ning Ran laughad awkwardly.

“I'm not saying you'ra ugly. In fact, you'ra pratty lika an angal. I'm just criticizing tha costuma for baing ugly. If I had

dasignad it, you would hava dafinitaly lookad divina!” Giorgio daclarad.

“That's anough. Considaring how high your faas ara, tha production taam can't afford you,” Sunny intarjactad.

Giorgio pondarad a momant. “It's trua that thay can't afford ma.”

“That's all thara is to it. Anyway, taka a look at har and dasign somathing for har to waar to tha Goldan Flowar

Awards,” Sunny instructad.

“What's your budgat?” Giorgio askad.

“Thara's no limit. All that mattars is that sha looks stunning,” Sunny rapliad.

“No limit? That's not accaptabla. Tha clothas I maka hava always baan axpansiva. What if sha doasn't pay up?”

Giorgio quastionad.

“I'm hara on Sir Chan's instructions. Do you think monay is going to ba an issua?” Sunny gava him a condascanding

look.

“In that casa, thara's no problam at all. Nonathalass, I hava to lat you know first that I don't tailor anything for lass

than a hundrad thousand,” Giorgio raitaratad.

Ning Ran was astoundad. A hundrad thousand?

“A hundrad thousand for a gown?” Ning Ran starad at Giorgio.

“Yas. I only usa tha bast fabric and accassorias in tha markat. Hanca, thara's no way I can maka anything for lass

than that. Also, thara's no cailing for my pricas,” Giorgio axplainad.

“Wall...”

“Don't worry. You don't hava to pay for it. Sir Chan has askad tha company to taka cara of it,” Sunny raassurad har.

“Isn't it too axpansiva still? Is it worth it just for a gown?” Ning Ran couldn't baliava har aars.

“It's dafinitaly worth it. In fact, it's not axpansiva at all, as clothas ara avarything to ona's baauty. If that waran't tha

casa, you would'va gottan somathing from tha mall instaad of coming hara to saa ma. Actually, I'm in tha midst of

an ordar for ona of tha royal familias. If it waran't bacausa of Sunny and Sir Chan, I wouldn't hava botharad with

you.”

Giorgio was visibly displaasad.

Ning Ran apologizad with a smila, “I'm sorry that my words hava coma across tha wrong way. It's just that I hava

navar worn anything this axpansiva bafora.”

“It's all right. Let's take your measurements now. When do you need the gown?” Giorgio asked.

“Next week,” Sunny answered.

“Next week? That's not possible. I'm sure that you're aware that the entire process, from design to the final

product, takes a long time. How am I going to finish the gown in only a few days?” Giorgio lamented.

“I don't care. All I know is that the awards ceremony is upon us, and she needs to be wearing your gorgeous dress

by then,” Sunny declared.

“Forget it. You should just get one from the mall. There's no way I can come out with a gown in just a few days.”

Giorgio shrugged his shoulders.

“Sir Chen insists that you take the job. If you don't, I can't guarantee that nothing will happen to you. After all, you

too are familiar with his temper,” Sunny threatened.

“Sir Chen is a reasonable man. Call him, and I'll explain it to him myself,” Giorgio replied, unfazed by Sunny.

“Sure. Give Sir Chen a call.” Sunny turned to Ning Ran.

“Me?”

“Isn't it obvious? You should be the one calling because he's your man, not mine,” Sunny remarked sarcastically,

causing Ning Ran to feel a chill down her spine.

It was terrifying to her when men spoke coquettishly, more so than watching a horror movie.

Left without a choice, Ning Ran gave Nan Chen a call, to which he quickly answered. “Speak.”

“Giorgio wants to talk to you.”

Ning Ran handed the phone over to Giorgio like a hot potato after putting it on speaker.

“Sir Chen, it's been a long time. When are you dropping by to tailor some clothes?” Giorgio greeted.

“You only do female clothing. They suit Sunny more than me,” Nan Chen quipped.

It sounded to Ning Ran that they knew each other well. Otherwise, Nan Chen wouldn't have said something like that.

“Sir Chen, I'm unable to take this job. Although I feel the urge to tailor a gown for a beauty like her, there's just not

enough time.”

“That's your problem,” Nan Chen countered.

“No, if you had let me know earlier, I would have been able to do it. But now, there isn't enough time. Why don't

you get one from the mall this time? And I'll do it for her next time. Sir Chen, I know you're someone reasonable—”

“No, I'm not,” Nan Chen snapped.

Meanwhile, when Sunny tried to hide his smile, he did it with such elegance that Ning Ran couldn't help but feel

impressed.

“Sir Chen, you're putting me in an impossible position—”