CEO's Sweetheart is a Super Idol-Chapter 30 - 28 The Wind Changes Direction

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Knock, knock!

Jiaqi’s phone suddenly rang. It wasn’t a WeChat notification but a text message.

She instinctively glanced at the name on the screen, her face instantly changing. Flustered, she quickly set her phone to airplane mode.

Thankfully, Yuwei had already gone to the washroom by that point.

"Why are you sending me texts? I’ve told you before, don’t contact me actively."

Jiaqi hesitated but decided it was inappropriate, so she quickly replied to Zhang Yuze.

"I was just worried about you. Why are you still hanging out with that Yuwei?"

"Are you interrogating me? Don’t think throwing a few bucks at me means you can order me around. Who do you think you are?"

After sending this message, it took a long time before the other party finally replied.

"I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to question you. I’m just worried."

"Sorry, I got too emotional earlier. You know how unreasonable those people are, so..."

Jiaqi, who had lost her temper, suddenly realized how foolish she’d been.

It wasn’t easy getting someone hooked — what would happen to her fast cash flow if she lost this one?

"It’s fine. I know you’re just in a bad mood."

"Yuwei isn’t at all like what they say. We’ve been together every day; I think I’d know! Alright, stop texting me. If they find out, it’ll be a disaster."

Jiaqi set her phone down, her heart racing.

"I must become a top idol. No matter the means, I won’t let anyone trample me into the dirt," Jiaqi swore silently.

Run-down tenement.

After spending 50,000 chicken legs for Yuwei.

Lan Yening finally received the smile he’d dreamed of from Yuwei.

Though he knew it was nothing more than an illusion, hearing her sweetly call him "brother" filled him with indescribable satisfaction.

But then the endless barrage of humiliating comments on the live stream soon made his blood boil beyond endurance.

Yet, there was nothing he could do personally.

"Cough, cough. Xiao Ning, why aren’t you asleep yet?"

"Mom, I’m dealing with something. Why aren’t you resting?"

"I’m getting old; I don’t need much sleep anymore."

Lu Hui’s pale face lit up with a loving smile.

Whenever she felt abandoned by life, she’d look at Lan Yening.

He gave her the motivation to keep on living.

"Mom, go to sleep earlier. You have a hospital recheck tomorrow!"

At this point, Lan Yening’s face suddenly appeared extremely unnatural.

The money meant for his mother’s treatment had just been spent gifting Yuwei.

"No need, no need. I’ve already said it — this illness won’t be cured. Save the money and use it to find yourself a wife. Once I’m gone, I can rest peacefully."

"Mom! What are you saying? You’re always talking about death, as if it’s nothing. I’m your son; how could I stand by and watch you die?"

The irritated Lan Yening raised his voice slightly.

"I’m sorry, Xiao Ning. Mom wasn’t trying to put pressure on you, just..."

"Mom, listen to me. Get treated if you need to; if I truly run out of money, I’ll sell my blood if I have to."

Lan Yening, who was overwhelmed with frustration, began to speak recklessly.

"Xiao Ning, Mom..."

"I’m sorry, Mom. It’s my fault. Just focus on getting better!"

Lu Hui had noticed something off with her son but didn’t dwell on it, thinking he was just stressed. At the same time, she silently cursed herself for being so bothersome in her old age.

After helping his mother back to her room, Lan Yening started pacing back and forth in his cramped bedroom.

Bleary-eyed from a sleepless night, he pulled out his phone.

"Zhaozhao, do you have any gigs lately? I want to earn more money."

At the hospital, Lv Zhao was lying despondently on the hospital bed, looking utterly lifeless and despairing. Seeing Lan Yening’s message lit up his eyes with hope.

"I do, Xiao Ning."

After replying, he struggled to sit up and sent a message to Wan Song.

Time passed quickly.

The evening performance began.

Something that enraged all the diehard fans happened.

The woman they deemed a "slut," Yuwei, wasn’t excluded from the performance but instead stood in the seventh position on stage.

The music kept playing, and the girls on stage sang and danced with all their hearts.

But the atmosphere at the venue was extremely eerie, with not a single fan making a sound.

Admittedly, the fans were spineless. Not one dared to shout out their "true feelings" at the theater.

Meanwhile, the online groups on Penguin, forums, and social media platforms were exploding.

Fans wailed, cried, and furiously condemned the company as "morally bankrupt" for throwing away their ethical standards for money.

Xu Mengchen and the others on stage felt smug and gave an extra effort during their performance.

They wanted to avoid being faulted as deliberately sabotaging Yuwei.

However, during the MC segment, not a single one interacted with her.

Jiaqi and Yu Manting hadn’t participated in the performance, citing illness, which sparked further speculation outside.

Just as the fans were steeped in rage and despair over being "betrayed" without the company taking action to champion their cause.

Yuwei updated her Weibo.

She was dressed in a pink long-sleeve shirt, loose-fitting attire, sitting inside a Lamborghini.

Beside her was a dignified and graceful young woman whose smile radiated warmth and charm.

Someone commented below: This woman is a university lecturer and a night school tutor, while also posting a photo of her faculty ID hanging at the institution.

"What a twist! Just like injustice being overturned on a snowy June day — Yuwei was really brought back by her teacher."

"Yuwei has been enduring immense pressure on MoMo all along."

"I’ve been a fan of Yuwei for so long. I always knew she was a decent idol."

"Even though she’s female, does that mean women can’t..."

"Can the person above clean up their thoughts? The woman is a university lecturer."

"Even if it’s true, so what? Can’t beautiful ladies be together?"

Half an hour ago, fans had been wishing for Yuwei to be cut into pieces and sunk into a pig cage. Now, their tone had flipped. Some even quietly removed posts attacking her.

The stream of praise became unstoppable, like a flood bursting through a dam.

Fans in Hanoi had a particular habit — a small idol being with a man? Unacceptable. Being with a beautiful woman? Perfectly fine.

Interestingly, small idol contracts explicitly state that any romantic relationships (with men or women) impacting the company’s interests will result in punishment.

"Thank you, Teacher Wu. If you hadn’t helped me, I truly wouldn’t know what to do." Yuwei, sitting in the café, threw a grateful glance at Wu Jingwen.

"It was nothing." Wu Jingwen stirred her coffee with elegance.

"Yuwei, how’s the performance at Shenghai TV Station going?"

"It’s alright! I hope I didn’t let you down."

Thinking about the comments fans left for her on Weibo made Yuwei blush uncontrollably.

"It’s very good. I think your dancing is excellent — great rhythm, perfect timing. You just lack professional training."

Hearing this, Yuwei’s expression darkened slightly. "Our dance instructor only teaches choreography for performances; the rest, we have to learn on our own."

"I have a friend who specializes in traditional dance. I can introduce you to them so you can learn properly."

"Thank you, Teacher Wu. Actually, I’ve been learning as well," Yuwei smiled and said, "but it’s one of those group classes with over a dozen people, taught by students from dance academies."

Wu Jingwen chuckled. "That won’t do. You need a real professional instructor; otherwise, you won’t improve and might even injure yourself."

"Teacher Wu, I know, but..."

"Don’t worry about money. I’ll ask my friend to give you a discount. Besides, you’re so popular now — you have so many people gifting you chicken legs."

"Teacher Wu, you know about that too?"

Yuwei’s jade-like face turned even redder, as if white jade had been stained with blush.

"Haha, I just got curious and took a look."

A hint of charm flickered deep in Wu Jingwen’s eyes. Though fleeting, Yuwei’s sharp intuition didn’t miss it.

That brief hint of allure made her heart skip a beat, throwing her into a mild panic.

"Yuwei, why are you drinking so quickly? This kind of coffee needs to be savored slowly."

"I-I’m just a little thirsty."

"Then why would you add so much sugar..."