Celebrity Girl Is My Wife

At a particular club in Livingsfill, Ding Fei tossed a glass at Huang Zichao the moment he entered the room.

The glass smashed against his body as he failed to dodge it, and the wine in the drinking vessel stained a big part of

his white suit.

“How could you do such a thing? What on earth is wrong with you?” Huang Zichao roared.

Ding Fei walked up to him, wanting to give his cheek a tight slap.

This time, Huang Zichao managed to dodge the assault. He even grabbed hold of her wrist.

“How dare you ask me that? Why don't you ask yourself what you did?” Ding Fei bellowed in response.

Huang Zichao swung her hand away and said, “Don't cross the line, Ding Fei. Try pushing my buttons, and I'll—”

“What will you do? Are you going to bite me for pushing your buttons? Go on and bite me! Do it now!” Ding Fei

challenged him.

Instead of retaliating, Huang Zichao kept mum and gave her a murderous stare.

“Tell me why you canceled that interview!” Ding Fei questioned him in anger.

“Because I'm not feeling well. For your information, I didn't just cancel that interview. I put my entire schedule on

hold because I need to rest,” Huang Zichao explained.

“But why now when you have ample time to rest on other days? I bet you're doing this to protect Ning Ran. You

canceled the program because of her, right?”

“No,” Huang Zichao denied.

“Then tell me—what's wrong with your body? You seem fine to me. Stop pretending like you're ill!”

He replied, “I'm not pretending. I'm honestly not feeling well. Besides experiencing severe insomnia, I look ashen-

faced and nearly fainted a few times. You can talk to my manager to find out more if you don't trust me. I didn't lie

to you.”

“You're losing sleep because I found out you had once dumped a girl named Li Xin, no? You can't sleep because

you're scared, right?”

The color drained out of Huang Zichao's face, but he remained silent.

“Are you not worried that I might expose you to tarnish your reputation? I bet you'll suffer more than just

insomnia!” Ding Fei threatened indifferently.

“Let's not make things worse, shall we? Give me some time to recover. I'll proceed with the interview when I feel

better and do as you said. But you need to stop pressuring me.”

There was no point in forcing Huang Zichao to do things her way, as Ding Fei knew he would not succumb to her

threats.

She would not be able to take Ning Ran down had she destroyed Huang Zichao. I can easily swap him out with

another actor and continue with the filming. But this doesn't change the fact that Ning Ran will still be the female

lead.

That was not Ding Fei's aim. She wanted to destroy Ning Ran, not Huang Zichao. I can't push him too hard, even if

he refuses to cooperate. He'll come in handy when I need him in the future.

“Are you willing to do the interview if we keep Ning Ran out of the picture?” Ding Fei shot another question.

After a brief hesitation, Huang Zichao answered, “I told you I'm under the weather. I'll do the interview when I feel

better.”

“I'll give you a week then. You must do the interview after that. Don't worry. I won't force you to take Ning Ran with

you. But you must take me along,” Ding Fei said.

“You?” Huang Zichao could not believe his ears.

“Yeah. I'm in showbiz, and the show allows you to bring a friend from the industry. Why don't you bring me since the

producer didn't specify who you can or cannot bring?” Ding Fei suggested.

“What tricks do you have up your sleeve now?” he asked.

“It's none of your business. All you need to do is take me to the show.”

“But we're just acquaintances. If I were to take you with me, I'm afraid—”

“Just acquaintances? Come on. Do you want me to expose your scandal so that you'll acknowledge how close we

are?” Ding Fei said icily.

“How do you expect me to introduce you by then?”

“Tell them you befriended me when you were in Hollywood. Also, I consider myself a celebrity as I was a recipient of

the Gold Dolphin's Newcomer of the Year Award, even though I'm not as popular as you,” Ding Fei uttered.

Huang Zichao was aware of this award and knew anyone could buy it from the film festival.

The organizing committee had even invited him to join the judging panel and present an award during the festival

some time ago.

He was unsure how much money was needed to secure an award, but he knew many of the country's trending

celebrities with zero acting skills would participate in this event and spend money on it.

With the trophies in their hands, these celebrities could prove to the media that they were competent actors.

Though they did not have solid acting skills, the films they took part in were still feathers in their caps.

Huang Zichao had neither seen nor heard of Ding Fei. How did she win the award?

Upon noticing the doubt on his face, Ding Fei said, “I'm telling you the truth, so you should just take my word for it.

All you need to do is bring me along, and I don't need them to pay me a single cent. Just make sure they carry out

the interview well. I can even sponsor them to help cover some of their production costs.”

That remark rendered Huang Zichao even more dumbfounded. I've never met a celebrity who doesn't want to be

paid and is willing to fork out money to be on a show!

It was an eye opener for him.

“All right. I'll discuss it with my managers and get them to talk to the producer,” he said.

Ding Fei responded, “Okay. Tell your managers to call off the interview if they refuse to let me appear on the show.

Tell them to convey this clearly to the producer. Since you're an award-winning actor, I'm sure they'll meet your

demands.”

Meanwhile, at Flower City, Yu Xiang still could not help but feel awkward when she met Jiang Zhe.

On the other hand, Jiang Zhe appeared as if he was unbothered by what had happened.

“Come, take a seat. Here's the menu. Today's meal is on me.” Jiang Zhe gave Yu Xiang the menu.

Yu Xiang was not in the mood to order food. She shook her head and said, “You go ahead. I'll eat whatever you

order.”

“Come on, Yu Xiang. I don't know your preference. You should order your favorite dishes,” Jiang Zhe said.

Yu Xiang glanced at the watch on Jiang Zhe's wrist. It's the watch I gave him—the one with a tapping device.

Before this, she had always thought she was intelligent, but looking at the turn of events, she was nothing but a

fool.

The watch proved that she was a fool. It was the proof of a failure that resulted from her foolishness.

She did not want to see Jiang Zhe wearing that watch anymore, as she could no longer stand the irony.

After taking out Jiang Zhe's Rolex watch from her bag, Yu Xiang passed it to him. “Here's your watch. Give me back

the one you're wearing.”

“Why do you want it back? You gave this to me.” Jiang Zhe refused to give her the watch.

“Jiang Zhe, I ordered someone to install a tapping device in the watch. I did so because I wanted to gather intel

from you. Feel free to reprimand or shame me—I won't retaliate.” Yu Xiang looked defeated.