CEO's Sweetheart is a Super Idol-Chapter 44 - 42 A Terrifying Encounter

On this cold and desolate night,

not only was Lan Yening tossing and turning sleeplessly, but Yuwei was also plagued by the same restlessness.

Her sharp intelligence naturally grasped Wu Jingxiang’s intentions.

Truthfully, deep down, she didn’t entirely reject the proposal. After spending so much time in this industry, her mindset had gradually been assimilated. Many things were no longer purely black or white.

She knew that once she accepted the other party’s "kindness," the things that had been out of reach for years would suddenly be within her grasp. However, she would cease to be the Ye Yuwei she once was.

Knock! Knock!

Opening WeChat, Li Jiaqi’s pitiable face appeared on her screen.

"Yuwei, hope I’m not disturbing your rest!"

"Not at all, I couldn’t sleep anyway."

"What’s the matter? Is the stress from the production too much?"

Li Jiaqi’s keen eye noticed that her friend seemed mentally strained.

"The production is fine. It’s just that suddenly being away from the center, away from you, feels unsettling."

"Then let me come over and warm your bed." Li Jiaqi flashed a mischievous smile.

"Come on over! The bed here is much bigger than at the center, but it’s so lonely and desolate." Ye Yuwei’s gaze turned wistful, and she pouted her vividly red lips.

"Oh, don’t be ungrateful! Do you know how many people are envious of your ’loneliness and desolation’?"

"Jiaqi, do you think we can really make it just through our own hard work?"

Li Jiaqi fell silent at Yuwei’s words, as if she had guessed something.

"Yuwei, as idols, our prime is so short. To truly bloom, the suffering is immense. No matter what choice you make, I’ll support you."

Hearing her friend’s words, Ye Yuwei’s tears welled up in her eyes.

"Jiaqi, we said that no matter how hard it gets, we would never cross that line. If the day comes when we’re past our prime and still unknown, then we’ll go back and open a shop."

Li Jiaqi, eyes brimming with tears, nodded firmly: "Wherever you go, I’ll be there with you."

The next morning

The sunlight was bright, the sky crystal-clear.

"Morning, Sister Ye!"

"Sister Ye, you’re here so early. So dedicated."

"Sister Ye, the makeup room is set up just for you, with your own dedicated makeup artist."

When Ye Yuwei went to the set to begin filming, she suddenly realized the whole world had changed.

The production staff, who used to ignore her, were now warm and friendly toward her.

The treatment she received was on par with that of the lead actors.

"Yuwei, you’re here."

Just as she sat down in the makeup room, Xia Jin entered, carrying steaming hot breakfast in hand.

"Sister Ju, why are you here? I should be the one visiting you."

"Haha! We’re all family here, no need to be so formal. You haven’t eaten, have you? Eat while it’s hot."

"Thank you. I was thinking of grabbing something when the production serves food later."

Seeing Xia Jin treat her so kindly after returning from shooting an ad, Ye Yuwei couldn’t help but feel touched.

"Sister Ju, have some too."

"Alright!" Xia Jin took a small sip of the soy milk.

"Yuwei, I heard about what happened. It’s all my fault for not coming back sooner, causing you to get bullied by those people."

"How could it be your fault? It’s their own malicious doing!"

Xia Jin looked at Ye Yuwei with eyes full of affection. "Yuwei, there are some things that can’t be helped. As idols-turned-actors, people in this industry always look down on us."

"Sister Ju, now I understand how hard it’s been for you. I never imagined people could be that vicious."

"Ah! It’s because our company isn’t strong enough!" Xia Jin sighed and then smiled, "But you’re quite lucky to have someone protecting you."

Ye Yuwei’s face instantly turned red. "I’m really grateful to Teacher Wu too."

"The Wu family is immensely influential in Shenghai’s capital circles. Their ’Tiansheng Film and Television Company’ produces hit after hit. So many actors dream of breaking in."

When Xia Jin mentioned this, a fleeting trace of envy and jealousy flashed in her eyes, but it disappeared quickly.

"Yuwei, how did you get to know Mr. Wu?"

"He was my college professor. He’s always looked out for me and even helped me find a dance studio."

"Yuwei, you’re so lucky to have such a teacher. When you have resources, don’t forget to help your Sister Ju too."

"Sister Ju, you’re joking. Teacher Wu and I just have a normal teacher-student relationship."

Ye Yuwei didn’t dare imply in front of others that she had any close ties with Wu Jingxiang. Since she had already decided to reject him, she naturally couldn’t continue leveraging his name.

But Xia Jin misunderstood, thinking that Ye Yuwei didn’t want to introduce her to this influential figure. After all, who wouldn’t want to monopolize "resources?"

Her expression remained warm, and she didn’t mention the matter again. Instead, she smiled and said, "Yuwei, we have quite a few scenes together recently. Let’s take some time to rehearse."

"Sure, I’d love for Sister Ju to guide me."

Chatting and laughing, the two of them appeared to outsiders as if they shared a deep sisterly bond.

The day’s shoot went smoothly. After wrapping up, Ye Yuwei declined the production team’s dinner invitation and returned to her hotel.

After washing up, she started scrolling through her phone. Suddenly, she saw a message on her social media that left her stunned.

"Hi, I’m Little White Horse. Feel free to hit me up."

"Phone number: 153... Contact me if you’re interested."

"One chat for 800, an overnight session for 1500."

"Here’s my location: Some neighborhood in Shenghai."

Below the message were various "glamorous photos" of Lan Yening.

Rubbing her eyes, Ye Yuwei checked the number again. It was indeed Lan Yening’s.

"What the... What’s going on? Could the phone have been hacked?"

Ye Yuwei couldn’t believe Lan Yening would post such messages. Even if he were in that line of work, he wouldn’t advertise in his own social circles.

On the other end, Lan Yening was nearly driven to collapse.

Since yesterday morning, his phone hadn’t stopped ringing, with countless calls flooding in.

The contents of the calls were almost identical—they wanted to "have a good chat" with him.

Finally, he asked one of the callers where they got his information.

The person told him it was from "Momo."

Lan Yening logged into the account and discovered it was filled with his personal details.

His home address, phone number, private photos—

Most prominently, photos of him wearing "Lolita" outfits or cross-dressing.

In addition, explicit and inappropriate content had been posted.

A panicked Lan Yening immediately reported it to the police.

The investigation revealed that the account had been registered on an overseas platform, making it impossible to trace the registrant.

However, authorities managed to have the account shut down and issued warnings to the platform.

The next day, thinking the matter was resolved, Lan Yening returned from his art studio that evening only to find similar messages posted through his WeChat account.

Although he quickly froze the account, many friends and relatives had already seen the posts and called to ask what was going on.

Luckily, his mother didn’t have WeChat. Otherwise, he couldn’t imagine how she would react to such things.

Dim lights, foul air.

Lan Yening’s apartment complex was an old building, and by nightfall, the area was practically deserted.

As he approached the entrance to his building, a man in a black baseball cap and a gray jacket brushed past him.

Not thinking much, Lan Yening headed upstairs. Behind him, he heard faint footsteps.

Sensing something, Lan Yening stopped. The person behind him also stopped.

As he resumed walking upstairs, the footsteps followed.

A sudden chill ran down his spine. With his heart pounding, Lan Yening quickened his pace.

Behind him, the pace quickened as well.

Almost paralyzed with fear, Lan Yening stumbled to his apartment door, shaking as he fumbled with his keys but unable to unlock the door.

He felt the person behind him staring at him, like a predator about to pounce.

Tears of terror welled up uncontrollably. Finally managing to unlock the door, Lan Yening dashed inside and slammed the door shut. He collapsed onto the floor, trembling.

After regaining some composure, he slowly stood up, turned on the hallway light, and looked through the peephole—but then he heard a "click."

The next moment, all the lights in his apartment went out. The man had pulled the fuse outside.