Who Needs a CEO? I Choose Stardom

It had to be said, Boss Ni didn’t get married until he was in his forties for a reason—the man was a true master when it came to having fun!

Ni Bingyan followed closely behind her dad into the dance club. The music was deafening, and the room was filled with people writhing around like eels and hopping about like fleas.

While she was still scanning for the fire exits, her dad was already giving orders like a pro:

”Some low-alcohol fruit wine to wet our throats. Bring us some fruit, not too sweet, whatever you have. And some snacks—the kind that taste good but won’t make you fat...”

He rattled off his requests without even glancing at the menu to see if they had any of it.

Seeing her dad looking as comfortable as if he were in his own home, Ni Bingyan felt like a mermaid who’d just come ashore—every step was utter agony.

She desperately wanted to say, ’Can we just go home? What’s so fun about this place?’ But then she remembered her dad had come all this way to see her. If this was what he wanted to do, she should just play along.

’Otherwise, I’d seem so unfilial!’

’Ugh, how irresponsible do you have to be to bring your own daughter to a place like this!’

Ni Bingyan couldn’t stop complaining in her head.

’Thank goodness I’m wearing a mask, or my public image would be shattered to pieces.’

”Sir, here’s the menu. Which specific items would you like?”

The father and daughter found a booth and sat down. A waiter bent over and handed them the drink menu.

His attitude was polite, but his meaning was clear.

’Customers who are both casual and demanding are the hardest to serve. One wrong move, and not only would my salary not cover the damages, I could even lose my job.’

”Get your manager. He’ll probably know exactly what I want.”

Ni Guangli shot him a sideways glance, speaking like a mafia boss. Ni Bingyan wanted to cover her face and walk away.

She really didn’t want to be mistaken for a mafia princess.

But Ni Guangli paid no mind to her discomfort and continued radiating a cold aura at the waiter.

’A person who dares to make such casual demands in a new place wouldn’t be stingy with a tip. Who does he think he is, looking down on me?’

’A sharp waiter would have already brought over the good stuff instead of dilly-dallying.’

Realizing the man was not to be trifled with, the waiter quickly forced a smile and rattled off, ”Yes,” ”Right away,” ”No problem,” before turning to find his supervisor.

A short while later, the nightclub manager personally came over with their order. His attitude was excellent throughout, making them feel completely at ease.

Only then did Ni Guangli nod in satisfaction.

The father and daughter ate a few cream-topped strawberries and gradually grew accustomed to the environment.

Seeing her sitting obediently in the booth like a timid quail, not even touching her fruit wine, let alone getting on the dance floor, Ni Guangli sighed.

”Honey! You have to learn how to have fun! Life can’t just be about work and studying. Here, have a glass of this peach wine. We’ll get a little tipsy and go have a good time on the dance floor for a bit, what do you say?”

’Look at them, all flushed and hyper like blood-engorged mosquitoes. Isn’t that what this so-called ”tipsy” feeling does to you?’

’I don’t want to be like that!’

’If a fire broke out, the most sober people would be the ones to escape.’

’Coming to such a crowded place without a single shred of safety awareness... tsk, tsk.’

’What are these muddle-headed fools even thinking?’

Their worldviews were too different to reconcile, so Ni Bingyan didn’t argue. She just said:

”Dad, don’t drink too much either. It’s not good for you, and besides, I have to drive later. So I won’t be drinking.”

Ni Guangli replied nonchalantly, ”There are tons of designated drivers around here. We can just hire one.”

Ni Bingyan was speechless. She finished two more strawberries before sighing helplessly. ”Dad! What on earth are you thinking?”

’She’s a celebrity. How could she let a stranger, a designated driver, into her home?’

’If her home address gets leaked and she runs into an anti-fan or a sasaeng fan, wouldn’t she be in huge trouble?’

’It’s not that a determined person couldn’t find out her address if they really tried, but someone digging it up is a completely different matter from her revealing it herself.’

Seeing her expression, Ni Guangli finally caught on. He immediately chuckled and started playing dumb. ”I was just testing your alertness! You didn’t take me seriously, did you?”

Ni Bingyan just huffed, not bothering to call him out.

Her dad was very reliable when it came to work, but in his personal life, he was careless with the details.

Ever since that disastrous blind date, she had come to understand one thing: her dad would never intentionally harm her, but it wasn’t out of the question for his good intentions to backfire or for his carelessness to cause a mess.

At times like this, she had to be firm in her own judgment.

”If you keep this up, I’m leaving!”

”No, no, don’t! Come on, just dance with me for a bit! Ugh, the weather up north is so dry, my bones feel like they’re about to rust.”

’His daughter was all grown up, and so was her temper. The old man was angry but didn’t dare to show it!’

Seeing him back down with an exaggerated, pitiful look on his face, Ni Bingyan sighed in resignation and had no choice but to join him on the dance floor.