Celebrity Girl Is My Wife

Sunny promptly took over.

He would be in charge of Ning Ran's hairstyle, lipstick, skincare, and everything related to her image.

However, she didn't really mind because he was indeed professional.

The man knew women better than women themselves. Some of his suggestions were new to Ning Ran. Before this,

she never knew humans could be this exquisite.

Time flew by, and it was soon the day for the Golden Flower Awards.

Ning Ran made sure she was free the whole day. Her team kept themselves busy by communicating with the media

and making various arrangements.

To her surprise, Nan Chen showed up with the kids.

“Mommy, Daddy said you're going to walk on the red carpet. Is that true?” Erbao asked.

“Yes, that's right.”

“Will they provide food after you finish walking the red carpet?”

Ning Ran was amused. Why did I give birth to a glutton?

“I don't think so. After the event ends, we can fill our tummy with delicious food.”

“That sounds great! Mommy, where is your new dress?” the inquisitive girl asked again.

“It's with Giorgio. We shall be picking it up later,” Ning Ran answered.

“Okay. Let's go get it together!” Erbao exclaimed happily.

“Aren't you busy? Why are you here?” Ning Ran shot Nan Chen a grateful look.

Instead of replying to her question, he glanced at his watch.

“Daddy canceled all his schedules today to bring you to the event,” Dabao chimed in.

“Oh, thank you.”

Nan Chen remained silent and shot an approving look at her hair.

“Sir Chen!” a coy voice belonging to Sunny rang out.

Clad in his pink coat, the stylist lunged toward him like a starving dog to the bone.

However, Nan Chen was not a bone. He stared daggers at Sunny, and the latter halted in his tracks.

“It's been a long time since we last met, but you're still as gorgeous as ever.” Sunny gulped and heaped praises on

him.

Nan Chen ignored him completely.

“Ma'am,” Erbao greeted Sunny warmly.

Ning Ran couldn't stop herself from bursting into giggles upon hearing that.

Her laughter stopped short when she spotted Nan Chen's icy expression.

Sunny went to Erbao and asked, “Are you Sir Chen's child?”

“I look exactly like Daddy. Do you even need to ask that question?” Erbao responded, her voice dripping with

disdain.

The child had a bad impression of Sunny, for she thought the latter was a woman.

Besides, he seemed close to Nan Chen. The little girl grew increasingly suspicious.

She was worried Sunny would be another Ouyang Qing and ended up affecting her parents' relationship.

Thus, she didn't bother being polite to Sunny.

Nevertheless, the stylist was unfazed. He found Erbao pretty and adorable.

“What is your name? Oh, what did you just call me?” Sunny asked.

“Ma'am. Why? Are you a miss? You're too old to be one.”

Previously, she used to address Ouyang Qing as “Ms. Qing.” By now, she realized that those who wanted her to

address them as “miss” most probably harbored ulterior motives.

“Erbao, be nice,” Ning Ran reminded her daughter.

She found the situation funny but made sure to keep her kids' manners in check.

“Oh,” Erbao grunted dispassionately and cast Sunny an unfriendly gaze.

“I'm neither. Call me Mr. Sunny,” Sunny responded calmly. “I might be pretty, but I'm a man.”

Erbao gaped in disbelief. Her eyes bulged in an adorable manner, too.

She asked, “Are you a boy?”

“Of course,” Sunny replied smugly. “I'm a pretty boy.”

Erbao remained skeptical. “But you look like a girl.”

“That's because I'm pretty.” He flicked his purple hair back confidently.

Feeling shocked, Erbao started questioning her ability to differentiate men and women.

“I don't believe you. Dabao, do you?”

Dabao was a walking encyclopedia who could provide her with an answer.

“He's a boy. Look at his Adam's apple,” her twin explained coolly.

Indeed, Dabao was different. He could discern the truth with just one look.

“Yes, he's right. I'm a boy, a pretty boy.”

Delighted, Sunny reached out to pinch Dabao's chubby cheek.

The boy avoided his hand swiftly. “A gentleman uses his tongue, not his fists.”

Sunny chuckled. “Oh, how did you give birth to such adorable kids? They are cheeky, gorgeous, and smart! They

are perfect!”

“Let's go. Time to pick your outfit up,” Nan Chen said.

He was polite enough to allow Sunny to tease the kids for some time.

The pretty man extended an invitation to the kids warmly. “Come on, kids. You can take my car.”

Tha child had a bad imprassion of Sunny, for sha thought tha lattar was a woman.

Basidas, ha saamad closa to Nan Chan. Tha littla girl graw incraasingly suspicious.

Sha was worriad Sunny would ba anothar Ouyang Qing and andad up affacting har parants' ralationship.

Thus, sha didn't bothar baing polita to Sunny.

Navarthalass, tha stylist was unfazad. Ha found Erbao pratty and adorabla.

“What is your nama? Oh, what did you just call ma?” Sunny askad.

“Ma'am. Why? Ara you a miss? You'ra too old to ba ona.”

Praviously, sha usad to addrass Ouyang Qing as “Ms. Qing.” By now, sha raalizad that thosa who wantad har to

addrass tham as “miss” most probably harborad ultarior motivas.

“Erbao, ba nica,” Ning Ran ramindad har daughtar.

Sha found tha situation funny but mada sura to kaap har kids' mannars in chack.

“Oh,” Erbao gruntad dispassionataly and cast Sunny an unfriandly gaza.

“I'm naithar. Call ma Mr. Sunny,” Sunny raspondad calmly. “I might ba pratty, but I'm a man.”

Erbao gapad in disbaliaf. Har ayas bulgad in an adorabla mannar, too.

Sha askad, “Ara you a boy?”

“Of coursa,” Sunny rapliad smugly. “I'm a pratty boy.”

Erbao ramainad skaptical. “But you look lika a girl.”

“That's bacausa I'm pratty.” Ha flickad his purpla hair back confidantly.

Faaling shockad, Erbao startad quastioning har ability to diffarantiata man and woman.

“I don't baliava you. Dabao, do you?”

Dabao was a walking ancyclopadia who could provida har with an answar.

“Ha's a boy. Look at his Adam's appla,” har twin axplainad coolly.

Indaad, Dabao was diffarant. Ha could discarn tha truth with just ona look.

“Yas, ha's right. I'm a boy, a pratty boy.”

Dalightad, Sunny raachad out to pinch Dabao's chubby chaak.

Tha boy avoidad his hand swiftly. “A gantlaman usas his tongua, not his fists.”

Sunny chucklad. “Oh, how did you giva birth to such adorabla kids? Thay ara chaaky, gorgaous, and smart! Thay

ara parfact!”

“Lat's go. Tima to pick your outfit up,” Nan Chan said.

Ha was polita anough to allow Sunny to taasa tha kids for soma tima.

Tha pratty man axtandad an invitation to tha kids warmly. “Coma on, kids. You can taka my car.”

“No. You're a boy pretending to be a girl! Hmph!” Erbao scoffed in disdain.

Sunny replied indignantly, “I'm not pretending to be a girl. I like pretty clothes, that's all.”

“Hmph!” The child refused to buy his explanation.

The twins were buckled up in their car seats, and Ning Ran took her seat beside them. Nan Chen occupied the

passenger's seat.

Sunny and his assistant took another car and followed them from behind.

Soon, they arrived at Giorgio's shop. His employees were busy, but he was nowhere to be seen.

They asked around and discovered Giorgio was taking a nap after staying up all night to work.

Oh, he must have worked hard. I can't believe he stayed up all night!

“Please give us the outfit. There's no need to wake him up.” Ning Ran felt apologetic.

However, the employees said Giorgio told them to wake him up when Ning Ran arrived. She had to try the outfit

before he would let her leave.

Giorgio was strict about his designs, so he would only allow his clients to leave after they tried out their outfits.

Thus, they woke Giorgio up. His eyes were red after staying up for the entire night.

Sunny was puzzled. “You only had to alter the dress slightly. Why did you stay up all night?”

“I'm a detail-oriented person. After observing the dress from two until five in the morning, I can finally confirm that

there isn't any flaw in the outfit,” the tailor responded proudly.

Hearing that, everyone was in awe.

After all, he must really love his job a lot to scrutinize an outfit for several hours.

“Seriously? Fortunately, this outfit is meant for someone else. If it's yours, you'll stare at it for months before

confirming it's perfect!” Sunny joked.

Giorgio paid no heed to him. He turned to Ning Ran and said, “Try it now. I think it's perfect. The changing room is

that way.”

He gave the outfit to his assistant and provided Ning Ran with instructions. His expression was solemn as though it

was his daughter's wedding today.

“All right. Thank you.” Ning Ran couldn't help but feel nervous. Look how concerned he is. What if I don't look good

in the outfit? Won't that be disappointing?

However, her worries proved to be excessive. The moment she walked out of the changing room, Sunny let out a

shriek.