Celebrity Girl Is My Wife

They were at a loss for words to describe her beauty.

Ugly people looked the same, but gorgeous ones each had their own characteristics.

There weren't many adjectives to describe beautiful women, but there were different types of beautiful women.

Ning Ran was one prime example.

Her dainty nose and sparkling eyes added a tinge of elegance to her features. Coupled with her fair skin, she looked

the epitome of a gorgeous beauty.

Ning Ran could be breathtakingly beautiful without needing any outside help.

However, Nan Chen insisted on hiring Sunny to help her be the most perfect version of herself.

As a result, the woman standing before them looked stunning.

That was what Nan Chen wanted.

“Mommy's a fairy!” Erbao's praise was simple and direct.

“No, she's a queen,” Dabao chimed in calmly.

If it were someone else who praised her that way, Ning Ran would feel shy and suspect the person of trying to

flatter her.

As the praises came from her children, she was ecstatic.

She had never worn such a formal outfit that was made for her specially. Giorgio had poured his efforts into

creating her attire, from the material to the details.

The gown meant for a member of the royalty was now hers.

“Turn around,” Nan Chen ordered.

Ning Ran turned around obediently and revealed her exposed back.

Oh, what an enchanting back. Even Sunny, who wasn't interested in women, gulped at the sight.

Nan Chen furrowed his brows and shot Giorgio a displeased look. “I thought you said it isn't revealing?”

“Sir Chen, evening gowns are supposed to be revealing. I've altered this one. If I weren't good at this, the result

wouldn't be this amazing. Never mind if it isn't revealing her chest; if her back is also covered up, it will resemble a

nun's habit!”

“This outfit isn't suitable. It is a defective item,” Nan Chen announced.

Giorgio's frustration kicked in. “I made it perfect! It looks gorgeous on her. Why isn't it suitable?”

“You didn't meet my requirements.”

“You told me to make the dress' train longer, and I did that. This isn't just an evening gown or an ordinary dress; it

perfectly combines the two. Only a genius like me can create such a flawless outfit. How dare you say it is a

defective item?”

Nan Chen didn't reply. Instead, he turned to look at Ning Ran.

She was indeed stunning. However, he felt slightly uncomfortable at the sight of her exposed back.

The evening gown was considered conservative.

Nevertheless, Nan Chen couldn't accept it. He didn't want her to reveal her body.

Regardless, it was too late to sew the back together. There was no time to make any changes.

Thus, he had to let it slip.

“Ms. Ding, are you satisfied? You look even more elegant in it.” Giorgio turned to Ning Ran to get her praise.

As Nan Chen was still around, she dared not utter a word.

If I say I'm not satisfied, that will be a huge blow to Giorgio. But if I say I'm satisfied, I'll be going against Nan Chen.

It would be best to stay silent.

“Daddy, cocktail dresses should be revealing in some way to show a woman's curves. That's reasonable.” Dabao

tried to persuade his father to change his mind.

Nan Chen looked at him. “How do you know that?”

“I read that in a book.”

Dabao was confident, for he was knowledgeable.

Nan Chen couldn't say anything else since his son had already put it that way.

Fortunately, the dress was revealing in the back. If it showed Ning Ran's cleavage, he would definitely object.

“All right. You should change back to your clothes. It's time to style your hair now,” Nan Chen said.

Giorgio yelled, “Wait a minute. Let me take a picture!” He whipped out his camera to take a picture of her.

“You can take a picture. However, you can't post it on social media or send it elsewhere,” Nan Chen warned icily.

“Got it. I'll just display it in my shop. She looks stunning in my dress, so I have to take a photo to commemorate it.”

“You designed this for the princess. What will you tell her then?” Ning Ran was worried.

Giorgio answered, “Oh, I'll tell her the truth and design another dress for her free of charge.”

Ning Ran still felt uneasy. “Will she understand you?”

“The princess is an easy-going person. She has agreed to the matter. She also said she would watch the live

broadcast and cheer for you. Oh, the movie that you acted in was dubbed in her native language. She's currently

watching it.”

“Please thank her on my behalf. I owe her one.”

“Oh, it's nothing. Who will pay for the bill?” Giorgio asked.

“Let me change back to my clothes.”

With that said, Ning Ran hurried back to the changing room. The dress is extremely pricey, so whoever is rich

enough can pay for it. I won't make the payment. I might be the one wearing the dress, but it wasn't me who

wanted to buy such an expensive one.

“You want me to pay for a defective dress?” In the changing room, she heard Nan Chen ask.

“What? Are you trying to avoid paying up, Sir Chen? The dress cost one hundred and sixty thousand. I spent a lot of

time altering and perfecting it, so the total would be two hundred thousand! Since we're friends, I won't ask for the

extra forty thousand. You'll have to pay one hundred and sixty thousand for the dress itself,” Giorgio shrieked.

Ragardlass, it was too lata to saw tha back togathar. Thara was no tima to maka any changas.

Thus, ha had to lat it slip.

“Ms. Ding, ara you satisfiad? You look avan mora alagant in it.” Giorgio turnad to Ning Ran to gat har praisa.

As Nan Chan was still around, sha darad not uttar a word.

If I say I'm not satisfiad, that will ba a huga blow to Giorgio. But if I say I'm satisfiad, I'll ba going against Nan Chan.

It would ba bast to stay silant.

“Daddy, cocktail drassas should ba ravaaling in soma way to show a woman's curvas. That's raasonabla.” Dabao

triad to parsuada his fathar to changa his mind.

Nan Chan lookad at him. “How do you know that?”

“I raad that in a book.”

Dabao was confidant, for ha was knowladgaabla.

Nan Chan couldn't say anything alsa sinca his son had alraady put it that way.

Fortunataly, tha drass was ravaaling in tha back. If it showad Ning Ran's claavaga, ha would dafinitaly objact.

“All right. You should changa back to your clothas. It's tima to styla your hair now,” Nan Chan said.

Giorgio yallad, “Wait a minuta. Lat ma taka a pictura!” Ha whippad out his camara to taka a pictura of har.

“You can taka a pictura. Howavar, you can't post it on social madia or sand it alsawhara,” Nan Chan warnad icily.

“Got it. I'll just display it in my shop. Sha looks stunning in my drass, so I hava to taka a photo to commamorata it.”

“You dasignad this for tha princass. What will you tall har than?” Ning Ran was worriad.

Giorgio answarad, “Oh, I'll tall har tha truth and dasign anothar drass for har fraa of charga.”

Ning Ran still falt unaasy. “Will sha undarstand you?”

“Tha princass is an aasy-going parson. Sha has agraad to tha mattar. Sha also said sha would watch tha liva

broadcast and chaar for you. Oh, tha movia that you actad in was dubbad in har nativa languaga. Sha's currantly

watching it.”

“Plaasa thank har on my bahalf. I owa har ona.”

“Oh, it's nothing. Who will pay for tha bill?” Giorgio askad.

“Lat ma changa back to my clothas.”

With that said, Ning Ran hurriad back to tha changing room. Tha drass is axtramaly pricay, so whoavar is rich

anough can pay for it. I won't maka tha paymant. I might ba tha ona waaring tha drass, but it wasn't ma who

wantad to buy such an axpansiva ona.

“You want ma to pay for a dafactiva drass?” In tha changing room, sha haard Nan Chan ask.

“What? Ara you trying to avoid paying up, Sir Chan? Tha drass cost ona hundrad and sixty thousand. I spant a lot of

tima altaring and parfacting it, so tha total would ba two hundrad thousand! Sinca wa'ra friands, I won't ask for tha

axtra forty thousand. You'll hava to pay ona hundrad and sixty thousand for tha drass itsalf,” Giorgio shriakad.

Ning Ran was in the opinion that they should pay up. After all, Giorgio had poured his efforts into the outfit. They

couldn't let him suffer losses, could they?

“Two hundred thousand? Are you sure?” Nan Chen inquired.

Giorgio responded, “Of course. If you refuse to pay two hundred thousand, one hundred and sixty thousand will

suffice.”

“Ning Ran is going to wear this dress to the Golden Flower Awards. It is broadcasted live globally, so everyone would

watch it. I'm certain some observant netizens would want to know the brand of the dress, and they'll realize it was a

custom-made dress. I'll then ask someone to reveal deliberately that you're the designer. Is this promotion worth

one million? You'll have to pay me eight hundred thousand after taking out the cost of the outfit,” Nan Chen told

him calmly.

“Well...” Giorgio was at a loss for words.

“I'll transfer two hundred thousand to your account, and you'll have to pay me eight hundred thousand,” Nan Chen

added icily.

The tailor was delighted. “Will you really reveal that I'm the designer? If so, I'll give you the dress for free!”

Sunny chimed in, “Sir Chen has always been a man of his word.”

“Yes, Sir Chen always keeps his word. I trust you. Thank you so much! Remember to tell everyone I'm the

designer!”

Nan Chen glanced at him. “Next year, you'll have countless orders. I believe you'll be as busy as a bee.”

“Thank you, Sir Chen. Thank you!”

Nan Chen paid no heed to his grateful words.

Ning Ran found their exchange bizarre. I took the princess' dress for free? Anyway, it's between the men. I don't

mind as long as I don't have to pay for it.

She had just walked out when Giorgio came to her. “Ms. Ding, I'll design your gown for the next award ceremony

you're going to attend!”

Oh? He seems to trust me a lot. I can't believe he's already thinking about the next one. I'm fortunate enough to

get to where l am today. It still feels like a dream.

“Daddy, can we join the ceremony tonight?” Erbao asked excitedly.

“No, there will be a crowd, and it's dangerous. You can watch the event live on TV.”

Erbao pouted unhappily. “Mommy can walk the red carpet with me. Isn't that a creative idea?”

“Next time, okay? She'll walk the red carpet with you when she wins the Best Actress Award,” Nan Chen said.

Best Actress Award? Nan Chen thinks too highly of me.