CEO's Sweetheart is a Super Idol
Chapter 53 - 51 The Rift Begins

Chapter 53: Chapter 51 The Rift Begins

"Zhang Yuze, what are you doing? Why did you release that statement without consulting me first?"

Li Jiaqi, furious, slammed the phone down and immediately called Zhang Yuze.

Currently, Zhang Yuze was the president of Li Jiaqi’s fan support club.

Although Zhang Yuze seemed clumsy and dull, he had a sharp mind. Thanks to his meticulous planning, he had genuinely helped Li Jiaqi gather a few hundred die-hard fans.

The reasons behind Zhang Yuze’s actions were twofold: one, to alleviate his own financial burdens, and two, to demonstrate his capabilities to Ye Yuwei.

"Jiaqi, have you forgotten how Ye Yuwei’s fans hurt you?"

"That’s a matter of fandom drama; it has nothing to do with my personal relationship with Yuwei."

"Jiaqi, are you joking? In this little circle, the votes you get during elections all come from your fans’ hard-earned money. Fandom drama is your personal business."

Zhang Yuze’s words left Jiaqi speechless. Their insular little ecosystem was different from the outside world.

"Jiaqi, don’t you see it yet? Ye Yuwei has been set up this time. The dirt being exposed about her couldn’t have spread so quickly unless someone deliberately collected it piece by piece."

"Are you saying Yu Qingjia and her group did this?"

Li Jiaqi felt like she’d been struck by lightning. If Yu Qingjia had really done this, it was beyond ruthless.

Yu Qingjia’s apparent suicide had been no act; she’d barely survived after being rushed to the hospital.

"I don’t think it’s Yu Qingjia; she’s not that cunning," Zhang Yuze replied, choosing his words carefully.

"The details exposed about Ye Yuwei, especially that bottle of perfume—only someone truly knowledgeable would recognize it. And the view was captured from such a small, hidden angle behind you all that it could only be seen after zooming in purposefully."

Listening to Zhang Yuze’s analysis, Li Jiaqi felt a cold sweat break out on her back. If it wasn’t Yu Qingjia, then who else wanted to take Ye Yuwei down?

"Jiaqi, don’t drown with her. Even if the company decides to protect her in the end, what good will that do for you? Do you think she’ll share her resources with you?"

"Stop trying to drive a wedge between us. We’re close sisters."

"Ha, close sisters! Then, will she share her benefactor with you to pull in resources together?"

Li Jiaqi was so enraged by this remark that she almost cursed aloud. But upon reflecting on the underlying meaning of the words, she felt more and more unsettled.

"Jiaqi, stop lying to yourself. I know how you feel about Ye Yuwei, but does Ye Yuwei take you seriously? She has so many external gigs—has she ever helped push one your way?"

Every word from Zhang Yuze struck a nerve because he was speaking the truth.

"What you need to do now is focus on your birthday performance, gain more fans, and improve your ranking here in Hanoi..."

Li Jiaqi slowly put the phone down. Although emotionally she resisted agreeing with Zhang Yuze, rationally she knew his words made sense.

While Li Jiaqi was struggling with how to handle this matter, Chairman Mu and Mr. Shen were also discussing today’s events.

"Chairman Mu, it’s now abundantly clear that Wu Jingxiang is Ye Yuwei’s benefactor."

Chairman Mu nodded. "The Wu family owns their own film company. It seems her next move might be to have Ye Yuwei terminate her contract with us."

"Chairman Mu, if it really comes to that, what should we do? We haven’t invested much in Ye Yuwei, and even if we claim breach-of-contract damages, we won’t get much back." Shen Xing frowned heavily.

Chairman Mu let out a cold chuckle. "Breach-of-contract damages aren’t solely determined by the level of resources invested."

Shen Xing was taken aback. "Chairman Mu, could it be that today’s exposé on Ye Yuwei was...?"

"It wasn’t the company. Ye Yuwei hasn’t made any move to leave yet. How could I be foolish enough to leak dirt on her?"

"Then... then could it have really been Yu Qingjia and her group who orchestrated this?"

"I know what those kids are capable of, and this is beyond them. This issue escalated extremely quickly; someone definitely paid marketing accounts to stir things up." Chairman Mu’s smile turned darker.

"If it wasn’t Yu Qingjia or the company, then it must’ve been disgruntled anti-fans targeting Yezi."

"Mr. Shen, have you considered whether this could all be Wu Jingxiang’s doing?"

"Her? Why would she do that? If Yezi carries this baggage, how can she act in the future?"

"What if all Wu Jingxiang wants is to have Yezi to herself?" Chairman Mu rose from his chair, his obese figure casting a massive shadow under the light.

"And if she ensures that Yezi has no foothold left in Hanoi, then Yezi will have no choice but to turn to her."

Shen Xing looked at Chairman Mu in awe, silently marveling at his far-sightedness.

"Chairman Mu, then what should we do?"

"The usual—issue a harmless statement, and then let things take their course."

"Chairman Mu, this time the situation over Yezi has escalated so much. If we don’t give her fans a satisfactory explanation, they might leave in droves."

"Heh! Who cares if they leave? How much can those fans really spend to vote? As long as Wu Jingxiang stays loyal, we’re fine. Besides, they can go idolize other rookies, and in the end, the money still stays within our Hanoi ecosystem." Chairman Mu smiled with a calculating expression.

"Chairman Mu, you really see the big picture! But what if Ye Yuwei insists on terminating her contract with the company?"

"Then we take it to court and drag it out. Yezi hasn’t approached the company about breaking the contract yet. She probably doesn’t want to be fully controlled by Wu either. We’ll cross that bridge when the time comes."

Night deepened. Behind the darkness, how much filth truly lay hidden?

In a luxurious mansion in Shenghai.

Lan Yening was sitting there, visibly apprehensive.

"Xiao Ning, from now on you’re a signed artist with my company. You must follow the company’s arrangements."

"Mm! So how should I address you going forward?"

"When we’re alone, call me Sister Shuya. In public, address me as President Zhang."

To Lan Yening’s surprise, Zhang Shuya didn’t make any improper demands of him; she merely had him sign an artist’s contract. As for the debt he incurred for his mother’s medical treatment, she allowed him to repay it gradually.

"Alright, Sister Shuya." Lan Yening offered a bashful smile but avoided meeting her gaze directly.

Today, this woman wore a light pink short-sleeved loungewear ensemble. Beneath the slightly translucent fabric, her enchanting figure was faintly visible, especially her pale, graceful arms, which enticed errant thoughts.

Her damp hair cascaded over her shoulders, indicating she’d just finished a bath.

Her fair face had a faint blush, as if tinged with morning light. Her eyes, brimming with soft emotion, were so limpid they seemed to pull in one’s soul.

In the past few days, Lan Yening had spent his time either caring for his mother or being in her company.

He felt that Zhang Shuya was actually a good person; perhaps he had misunderstood her after all.

"Xiao Ning, have a drink!"

"No, Sister Shuya, I don’t drink. I should get going."

"You’re a grown man; how can you be afraid of alcohol? And why are you sweating so much?"

As she spoke, Zhang Shuya picked up a tissue and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead.

The tension nearly robbed Lan Yening of breath. Her touch grew softer, and her ocean-like eyes threatened to drown him entirely.

"S-Sister Shuya, I-I really need to go." Lan Yening hastily dodged, his panic evident.

Zhang Shuya’s mature and stunning face briefly displayed a hint of sadness and disappointment.

However, it quickly gave way to her usual gentle smile. "Alright, get some rest when you get home."

When Lan Yening’s figure disappeared into the darkness, Zhang Shuya’s face turned cold and frosty.

"Have they been found?" She picked up her phone.

"Boss, we’ve found them. Should we move?"

"Yes. Once it’s done, send me the video."

Zhang Shuya tossed her phone onto the marble coffee table and lit a high-end women’s cigarette.

Returning home by car, Lan Yening found no peace that night. All he could see was the image of that snowy-white arm and Zhang Shuya’s alluringly mature face.

"Lan Yening, are you crazy? That woman is eighteen years older than you. What are you even thinking? And besides, she’s helped you tremendously."

"The way you’re acting now... isn’t it a betrayal of Yuwei?" Tossing and turning, he couldn’t shake the haunting image of her voluptuous figure.