My Wife is a Big Star

Chapter 11 - Act, Keep Acting!

Gulp, gulp.

A bowl of hot soup slid down his throat into his stomach; Chen Ran felt warm all over, and his groggy head felt much better.

He looked around, didn't see Zhang Fanzhi, and couldn't help but ask:

"Auntie Yun, where did Sister Zhizhi go? I have something to say to her."

No matter what, he had to clear things up first.

It was the perfect time to explain in front of everyone, so Zhang Fanzhi wouldn't pull any more tricks.

Yang Yun said, "Zhizhi hasn't been in a very good mood all day. Her assistant came by just now, and they went out together to clear her head."

Yang Yun hesitated for a moment and added, "Chen Ran, logically speaking, we shouldn't pry into you young people's affairs, but since it concerns Zhizhi, I can only brace myself and ask—what exactly is your view of Zhizhi?"

What view?

On the surface, she's beautiful, aloof, and has a great figure, but in reality, she's scheming, troublesome, and has an explosive temper!

That was what Chen Ran was thinking, but what he said was:

"Sister Zhizhi is a very good person, both beautiful and generous."

Yang Yun continued, "Since you think she's quite good, why did you reject her on purpose?"

Chen Ran didn't know what Zhang Fanzhi had told her family, but even Auntie Yun was convinced beyond a doubt; it was simply terrifying.

"I didn't reject her on purpose; that confession of hers was fake!" Chen Ran spoke plainly.

Yang Yun frowned and said, "It couldn't be fake. I know Zhizhi's personality; although she hasn't been in a relationship before, she would absolutely never fake something like this. Besides, she even showed me your chat logs. You two were clearly chatting along just fine, and you even said you liked her, but then you rejected her after she confessed and stopped replying to her messages."

Chen Ran: "???"

When had he and Zhang Fanzhi ever "chatted along just fine"?

Yang Yun added, "If you like Zhizhi, your uncle and I would support it with both hands; there's absolutely no need for this. When we had you meet Zhizhi last time, it was intentionally to set you two up. If you like her, just state your stance, and we wouldn't have continued to introduce blind dates to her. After all this back and forth, it still ended up like this—I really don't know what to say to you."

"But..." Just as Chen Ran opened his mouth, he was interrupted by Director Zhang.

"Don't 'but' me. Since you want to date Zhizhi, then date her properly; don't keep stringing her along. Did you think I didn't know? Young people these days like to keep 'spare tires.' My Zhizhi is a star and so beautiful; are you stringing her along just because you want her to be a spare tire? Feel your own conscience—does it hurt? Can you even face us?"

Chen Ran felt like he was about to burst into tears. Uncle Zhang, where did you learn this from? Do you know how weird it sounds for the word "spare tire" to come out of your mouth?

If he had those scumbag attributes, he wouldn't still be single right now.

Looking at the glaring Uncle Zhang and Auntie Yun, Chen Ran felt as if he had a hundred mouths but no way to explain himself.

He finally understood; Zhang Fanzhi hadn't done this on a whim, it was clearly a long-premeditated plot.

The chat logs—without even thinking, he knew they were definitely forged.

When she told him before that she didn't want to get married before thirty, she probably didn't have this idea yet.

Calculating the timing, it was likely when Uncle Zhang was about to find her another blind date.

Are stars all this terrifying? To be this good at plotting and calculating, just how much internal strife has she experienced? Chen Ran really couldn't wrap his head around it.

While the couple was waiting for Chen Ran to speak, a key was inserted into the door; it opened with a click, and then a graceful figure walked in.

Today, Zhang Fanzhi wore a black woolen coat over a tight-fitting knit sweater; the skin on her neck was dazzlingly white.

Seeing it was her, Chen Ran breathed a sigh of relief. With Zhang Fanzhi back, as long as they had a confrontation, she would surely slip up.

Yang Yun said, "Zhizhi, you're back. Chen Ran is here too; he came over to say something to you..."

Zhang Fanzhi also saw Chen Ran. Her movements paused slightly, and her expression didn't change, but her earlobes turned visibly redder.

She took her coat off slowly, then looked at Chen Ran with her mouth slightly puckered as if she had suffered a monumental grievance. Then, under the gaze of the three people, she quickly walked into her room and slammed the door shut with a thud.

Chen Ran watched, dumbfounded.

I've already come to the house, and you're still acting?

Just with that look from before, even Chen Ran felt as if he had become a heartless man.

Is this a woman just one year older than me? Simply terrifying!

Chen Ran took a breath and turned to look at Uncle Zhang and Auntie Yun.

At this time, the couple looked at him, their gazes both a bit strange.

No, things must be explained clearly!

Chen Ran stood up and said, “I’ll go talk to Sister Zhizhi.”

Director Zhang said, “Chen Ran, don’t let your uncle look down on you.”

Chen Ran came to Zhang Fanzhi’s room and knocked on the door.

“Sister Zhizhi, is it convenient for me to come in?”

No sound came from inside.

Chen Ran glanced back; Uncle Zhang and Auntie Yun were still staring at him. Gritting his teeth, he opened the door directly and entered.

Aside from his sister’s room, this was the first time Chen Ran had entered another girl’s boudoir.

His first impression was tidiness; there were no dolls or stuffed animals, but there was a guitar and a piano.

As for whether a girl’s room smelled fragrant, Chen Ran couldn’t tell; his nose was still blocked.

Next to the bed was a single sofa. Zhang Fanzhi, wearing a tight-fitting sweater, sat on it, expressionless. Her dark eyes stared at Chen Ran without a word.

She had a great figure; the black sweater highlighted her graceful curves, but Chen Ran was in no mood to think about such things.

He said helplessly, “Sister Zhizhi, what do you want to do?”

Zhang Fanzhi turned her head away and didn’t look at him.

Chen Ran was speechless.

Act, keep acting!

You’re addicted to it, aren’t you?

“If you’re like this, I won’t be able to face Uncle Zhang in the future. I made it clear when I called that day—I don’t want to lie.”

Chen Ran continued speaking.

Zhang Fanzhi stared at him for a while, then pursed her lips and said, “I just want you to be my boyfriend.”

Though her voice was normal, if one listened closely, there was a hint of a wronged tone in it.

Chen Ran sighed. “Can we stop playing? You’re a big star after all; this behavior isn’t dignified at all.”

Zhang Fanzhi said, “As long as you agree to be my boyfriend, it will be dignified.”

Creak.

The door suddenly made a sound.

Chen Ran turned his head and saw two heads at the doorway.

Director Zhang and his wife looked a bit embarrassed. They were originally eavesdropping, but who knew Chen Ran hadn’t closed the door properly and it had been pushed accidentally.

He coughed, dragged his wife away, and before leaving, conveniently pulled the door shut with a thud.

Chen Ran turned back to look at Zhang Fanzhi and said, “This is really pointless. With this much effort, it would be better to find a real boyfriend.”

“I’m not considering marriage before I’m thirty.”

“Then you can find someone else to pretend. I work with Uncle Zhang every day; I’m bound to slip up.”

“No, they like you very much and are always praising you at home.” Speaking of this, Zhang Fanzhi secretly curled her lip.

“Anyway, I don’t agree,” Chen Ran said, looking at her.

“Suit yourself.” Zhang Fanzhi met his gaze, very confident.

Chen Ran was defeated. “Are you celebrities all so thick-skinned?”

Zhang Fanzhi said, “It’s very impolite to speak to a girl like that; you’re not living up to my parents’ evaluation of you.”

Chen Ran: “...”

If I were truly impolite, I would have slapped you by now, okay?