My Wife Is a Superstar (Ning Tan)

Chapter 815

Nan Chen's scowl became less severe at that. “Ignore him. He's dangerous.”

Ning Ran was highly in agreement with his point of Ruan Anxi being dangerous.

“All right, I will ignore him. I have time, anyway. I have work today; I'm going on Traffic Radio,” Ning Ran announced.

Nan Chen frowned. “Traffic Radio? How is this the first I'm hearing about it?”

“It is impossible for me to report everything to you, with you being as busy as you are. The program, Movie Talk, is

going to air at ten. It's a live broadcast that goes on for half an hour. I will answer some questions from the host to

promote our new film,” Ning Ran explained.

“All right, then. Qiao Zhan will go with you. Since it starts at ten, I presume it'll end at ten-thirty? I'll pick you up.”

“That's not necessary. As it's not far from the city, I'll have the driver send me home. You work really hard, so you

should get some rest after coming home.”

Nan Chen did not respond. She could not tell what he was thinking.

After lunch, Ning Ran began studying the script.

It was a casual talk show about films. Aside from having guest interviews, some film music will be played during the

breaks.

Furthermore, the interviews would not involve the interviewees' private lives. At most, they would only be asked

questions such as what their favorite movies were and their reasons for enjoying them.

Then, they would be asked about the new film, which required communication with the production team because

the film was not yet on air and spoilers were a big taboo, though she could not keep her lips entirely sealed.

It was the studio's decision as to which scenes could be revealed and which could not. Ning Ran could not shoot her

mouth as she had to bear the responsibilities.

Ning Ran was not overly nervous as she was not being filmed and was instead speaking into the microphone.

After all, she was no stranger to talk shows and did not have the fear a complete beginner would have.

At twenty to ten that night, Ning Ran arrived ahead of time at the studio and began speaking with the host and the

staff there.

The broadcast began at ten sharp.

Naturally, the program began with the host's introductions of the guests before the conversation commenced.

As she had come well-prepared, the process went smoothly. After exchanging some small talk with the host, they

proceeded to the Q&A segment with the audience, during which they could call and ask the host and the guests

some questions.

Most of the callers were women. Though it was supposed to be a program to discuss films, the questions posited to

Ning Ran were largely unrelated. Some of the most frequently asked questions were about the nature of her

relationship with Nan Chen.

Most of the callers were women. Though it was supposed to be a program to discuss films, the questions posited to

Ning Ran were largely unrelated. Some of the most frequently asked questions were about the nature of her

relationship with Nan Chen.

That was not something Ning Ran had anticipated. Though she was aware of the Q&A segment, the audience's

questions were not something the script had prepared her for.

Fortunately for Ning Ran's tact, she dodged and weaved her way through the barrage and made it through without

a scratch.

“All right. We have time for one more call. Hello, friend. How would you like to be addressed?” the host asked.

“Call me Doctor,” a shrill voice sounded from the phone.

Anxious, Ning Ran's fingers grew numb.

The host chuckled. “How interesting, ma'am, for you to report your profession. You save lives, Doctor. It's a noble

profession. We salute you.”

“That's not necessary. I just have a question for the guest,” the delicate voice announced bluntly.

The host glanced at Ning Ran to indicate that she should greet the caller.

“Hello, how are you? My name is Ding Mi. Are you there?” Ning Ran asked.

A simpering laugh sounded from the phone. “How have you been, miss?”

The voice did sound like a woman's, which was why the host addressed the caller as “ma'am.”

However, Ning Ran knew that voice did not belong to a woman but a devil. It was Ruan Anxi.

He is everywhere! After all the effort to land a spot on a program, he not only found out about it but also called in.

Ning Ran could only pretend not to recognize the voice. “I'm doing well. Thank you for your concern. What are you

doing right now?”

It was a line from the script. The guests could break the ice with the listeners by asking questions like this, which

also made it easier for them to answer.

The listeners who had called before provided all sorts of answers, including driving, getting ready for bed, and

working overtime.

This time, the answer was different. “I'm thinking of you,” the effeminate voice replied.

Though it sounded a little flirty, it was still tolerable.

Ning Ran forced a laugh. “Is that so? Well, thank you for your thoughts, ma'am.”

As the host had mistaken Ruan Anxi's voice for a woman's, she decided to go along with the mistake and pretend

not to hear it.

“Are you pretending not to know me, miss? Remember the willow tree outside the homestay entrance? I'd carved

your name there,” Ruan Anxi said.

She did not answer, as it became a little awkward.

Upon noticing Ning Ran's odd expression, the host knew that she must have run into trouble.

Thus, he swooped in. “All right, that's all the time we have tonight for the Q&A session. Next, we'll listen to some

music.”

Ning Ran heaved a sigh of relief at the conclusion of the session.

The host did not pry. All celebrities have something to hide.

As soon as they were off the air, Ning Ran removed her headphones and heaved another long sigh of relief.

The host offered his hand. “Thank you for your cooperation, Ms. Ding. It's an honor to have you here with us. I am a

fan of yours too, you know. I enjoy your show very much. I'd like to buy you a drink as it's still early. May I?”

Ning Ran shook hands with the host politely. “I appreciate it, but I have matters to attend to and must rush home.

Another day, perhaps?”

“Another day” is basically a rejection.

The host knew that very well and nodded regretfully. “All right, then. I'll walk you out.”

“That's not necessary. Attend to your business, and I'll see myself out. My driver is waiting for me at the parking

lot,” Ning Ran said.

The host sent Ning Ran to the elevator until she hinted that he should return and not send her any further.

She took the lift to the parking lot, located her car, and got in before finding somebody already there.

With a razor-sharp knife against the driver's neck, he said to Ning Ran, who was about to retreat, “You wouldn't

ignore the life of your driver, would you, miss?”

Ning Ran was flabbergasted. How did Ruan Anxi find his way here?

“I'm sorry, Madam, I—”

Helpless, the driver was about to say something when Ruan Anxi cut him off, “Enough. How dare you ruin my

meeting with an old friend? I will slice your arteries open if you displease me.”

His grip tightened after he spoke, and the driver did not dare say another word.

Initially deciding to have Qiao Zhan come with her, Nan Chen thought Ning Ran would be safe as she would be

within the city. He did not expect Ruan Anxi to find her there.