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My Wife Is a Superstar (Ning Tan)

Chapter 961
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Chapter 961 Romance Is In The Air

The two of them fell into silence once again.

Nan Chen didn't feel like talking, and Ning Ran didn't want to push him.

They suddenly realized that it was quite nice to sit quietly together for a while.

After finishing a drink, Nan Chen ordered another one.

Ning Ran couldn't keep up with him, so she sipped her drink slowly.

“Ran,” Nan Chen suddenly called out.

Ning Ran felt like she had experienced something exceedingly rare. Nan Chen had never called me that before!

“Say it again!” Ning Ran exclaimed excitedly.

Nan Chen furrowed his brows. Has she had too much to drink?

“Rong Yi said that the piece called 'Autumn Hues' was composed at a place called Cloud Lake. It was inspired by an

autumn evening when the setting sun made the lake look red, and the autumn leaves were reflected in the water.

That's why it was named 'Autumn Hues',” Nan Chen said, summarizing the lengthy information in one breath.

Ning Ran could clearly sense that there was a crucial piece of information in his words, but she couldn't remember

which part was important.

However, she could tell that Nan Chen didn't bring up this topic for idle chit-chat.

Thus, Ning Ran simply nodded, encouraging Nan Chen to continue.

“Rong Yi's father is also an artist. He studied abroad and is very talented. His original name was Rong Xiao, and

before going into business, he even published a collection of poems titled 'Frost Collection.' As for why he chose

that name, I'm not sure, but it might be related to his family home because the Frost River does pass through his

hometown.”

Nan Chen finished speaking and looked at Ning Ran.

“Rong Xiao? 'Frost Collection'? 'As the wind whispers, the frost grows colder; a brave soul departs, never to return'?

Rong Yi's father is that 'Frosty Warrior'?”

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Ning Ran suddenly understood, and she leaped to her feet with excitement.

She took out her phone and looked at the photo of her mother's belonging. On the calligraphy painting were the

words Eternal love between us two shall withstand the time apart.

It was signed by “Frosty Warrior” and written at Cloud Lake.

Just now, Nan Chen mentioned that Rong Yi's father composed a piece of music called 'Autumn Hues,' which was

inspired by a place called 'Cloud Lake.'

Frosty Warrior, Cloud Lake, Autumn Hues.

All these keywords pointed to the same person.

No wonder Nan Chen hadn't been forthcoming about this matter. It was indeed significant.

Ning Ran suddenly remembered. “You mentioned earlier that you found a clue in the investigation you helped me

with. Is it related to this person?”

Nan Chen nodded. “At that time, we only found someone who published a poetry collection under the name 'Frosty.'

But since it wasn't exactly 'Frosty Warrior,' we didn't consider that direction.”

Ning Ran thought to herself that Nan Chen was probably lying. Although he never lied, he was most likely lying

about this matter. The reason he hadn't delved deeper into the investigation was that he had discovered the

connection to Rong Xiao.

The Rong family and the Nan family held grudges against each other, so if Rong Xiao was the man who wrote the

poem for Ning Ran's mother, it was highly likely that Rong Xiao was her biological father. In other words, Ning Ran

could be the daughter of the Rong family, and thus she would be considered an enemy of the Nan family.

Neither Nan Chen nor Ning Ran would willingly accept this fact, and it was even more unlikely that the rest of the

Nan family would accept it.

Ning Ran being an actress had already made Nan Chen's parents disapprove of them, and if she turned out to be

the daughter of their rivals, their marriage would most likely face even more resistance.

Ning Ran sighed and smiled bitterly. “It can't be that coincidental, right? Could it be a mistake?”

Nan Chen didn't say anything.

Of course, he didn't want it to be true, but when he heard about 'Cloud Lake' and 'Autumn Hues,' he was almost

certain about the whole matter.

Most people had their own unique preferences, such as a favorite color, a set of numbers, or a particular style of

music. Artists often had a special fondness for a certain poem or a set of words.

Rong Xiao must have found his true character in the line “as the wind whispers, the frost grows colder,” and he had

always liked it. That was why he chose the pen name “Frosty Warrior.”

Later, when he went into business, he didn't have much use for a pen name. But when he produced that calligraphy

painting for the woman he loved, he still included his beloved pen name.

At that time, the woman he loved should have been by his side, and he even composed a piece of music for her

titled 'Autumn Hues.'

They probably even joked that if they had a daughter, their daughter would probably like autumn.

However, they eventually separated for some reason, but their daughter still did like autumn after all.

On that autumn afternoon, with the gentle breeze, clear sky, and the setting sun, everything was so beautiful as

they leaned against each other. Eventually, they had to return to the mundane world, unable to escape the

complexities of life.

Many love stories were romantic, and romance filled the air when they were removed from reality. However, when

placed in reality, many relationships were subjected to various constraints and might even be torn apart.

Later, those two people couldn't be together, but that autumn evening remained in their memories.

When Ning Ran was born, her mother didn't harbor any resentment. Instead, she found another man she didn't

love and married him. Then, she quietly raised the child in that family.

Ning Ran's mind was filled with various thoughts as she sat there quietly.

She had unknowingly finished the drink in her glass but still picked up the empty glass several times, bringing it

close to her lips.

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Nan Chen brought her a sobering hot drink and sat with her in silence until late into the night.

“He's probably that man,” Ning Ran calmly said to Nan Chen as her emotions settled.

Nan Chen also believed so.

Although there wasn't much evidence and no DNA testing had been done, both Nan Chen and Ning Ran believed

that Rong Xiao was the 'Frosty Warrior' who wrote the poem for Ning Ran's mother.

Due to his overwhelming popularity and the various constraints and difficulties that came with it, Ning Ran's mother

had kept those past events a secret for so many years.

They probably had some kind of agreement not to disturb each other and live their own lives.

However, it was hard to say whether Rong Xiao knew about Ning Ran.

If he did, as a responsible man, he should have at least shown some concern.

“I won't go looking for him. Let's forget about this matter,” Ning Ran continued.

Nan Chen looked at Ning Ran with a questioning gaze.

“He was wealthy and had a career, but when my mother was in distress, he didn't even bother to visit her once.

Such a person isn't worthy of being a husband or a father. This matter ends here. We won't investigate further.”

Ning Ran made up her mind.

Nan Chen didn't say anything.

This was Ning Ran's affair, so he could only support her and had no right to interfere.

“Then, you should consider getting a paternity test. Once we have the answer, we can decide how to proceed in

your relationship with him,” Nan Chen suggested.

Ning Ran shook her head. “I don't need an answer! My mother's tragic end is already the answer. The feelings

between them have been buried with her. As for me and him, we have no connection. He is him, and I am me.”

Nan Chen understood Ning Ran's meaning but still felt a tinge of regret. However, he respected Ning Ran's wishes.

Ning Ran continued, “I'm still friends with Rong Yi and Rong. Rong is still the little girl I like. However, regarding the

matter of 'Frosty,' I hope you'll never let them know.”

Nan Chen nodded.

It was late at night, and the wind was cool.

Nan Chen took off his coat and draped it over Ning Ran. “Let's go home.”