CEO's Sweetheart is a Super Idol
Chapter 54 - 52: The Ink-Splashing Incident

Chapter 54: Chapter 52: The Ink-Splashing Incident

Night Splendor Club

In an opulently decorated private suite, the deafening beats of the DJ filled the air as a group of heavily made-up, overweight older women partied freely with a bunch of young, fresh-faced boys.

Lv Zhao, dressed in bell-bottoms with two glow sticks hanging from his head, was desperately trying to show off.

One of the older women, her excitement apparent, pulled him over and began groping him. Her fetid breath was unbearable as she started planting messy kisses on him.

Lv Zhao was long accustomed to such scenarios. He played along, coy and submissive, every gesture and glance feigning a bashful charm.

These women weren’t the easiest to please, but they paid well. Nowadays, he could at least earn a five-figure tip in just one evening.

"Sister Hu, let’s drink some more! Don’t you want to see me dance?"

"Heh, heh, I’m just worried you’ll run out of stamina and be useless later."

"Sister Hu, do you doubt my abilities?"

Lv Zhao deliberately teased her, knowing full well she was itching with anticipation by now.

"Exactly because I trust your skills that I picked you. Come, let’s head back to the private room."

"Alright, Sister Hu." Lv Zhao couldn’t contain his delight. Sister Hu was known for being particularly generous each time.

"Little Zhaozhao, you’d better put in a stellar performance tonight. If you satisfy me, this will be yours." Sister Hu flaunted the jade bracelet on her fleshy wrist.

"Sister Hu, whatever you want, I’ll give you..." Lv Zhao’s eyes sparkled as he felt his adrenaline surging.

But as he followed Sister Hu into the private suite upstairs and opened the door, he was met with the sight of seven or eight burly, tattooed men inside.

Before he could even manage to turn and run, a man’s fist smashed into his face.

Feeling dizzy, nose and mouth warm with blood, he realized he’d been struck. In the next instant, someone grabbed a handful of his hair and dragged him into the room.

A group of men started kicking him madly. As Lv Zhao’s consciousness began to fade, he felt as though he was dying. His entire body burned with searing pain. Sister Hu, however, stood watching with a sinister smile...

At the same time, Wan Song was being cornered by a group in an alleyway.

The few lackeys he had with him were already beaten and sprawled on the ground.

Ten burly men, armed with various blunt objects, surrounded him tightly. One by one, they stabbed and slashed until Wan Song collapsed onto the damp ground, frothy blood spurting from his nose and mouth.

"Who are you? Do you know the consequences of doing this?"

Summoning the last shred of his strength, Wan Song tried to intimidate them into letting him go.

"Of course, we know the consequences. This is a gang clash!"

"A gang clash?"

"Naturally. Wan Song, you think we don’t know what you’re up to?"

Wan Song let out a bitter laugh, clutching a nearby trash can with all his might, his reddened eyes glaring fiercely at the group. "At least let me die knowing why."

"You messed with Third Sister’s people, so you have to die," said a young man with glasses, his face clean and handsome, as he grabbed Wan Song’s hair and smiled.

But the eyes behind the glasses reflected a savage malevolence, like the lone wolf of the wilderness.

"Lan Yening? How did she end up connected with Third Sister?"

"That... you can ask the King of Hell!"

The young man swung a steel pipe with full force, smashing Wan Song’s head open.

And like that, a broker who once held some fame in Shenghai met his end, his body curling up like discarded garbage.

This night was destined to be agonizing for many.

After a full day and night on the train, Ye Yuwei rushed back to the city center in the morning.

Just as she stepped off the train and stabilized herself, a crowd of people suddenly materialized and surrounded her.

"Murderer!"

"Killer!"

"Ye Yuwei, why haven’t you died in a car crash yet? Shave your head and kneel to apologize to Yu Qingjia!"

"Shameless ’Slut-Wei.’ Are you enjoying your affair with the old man you’re hooking up with?"

Having never faced such a crowd before, Ye Yuwei froze. Her mind went blank, and she stood there, completely at a loss.

The assistant beside her was slightly more experienced. Stretching out both arms, she tried to protect Ye Yuwei. "Please calm down, everyone, calm down! This is a public space..."

Bam!

"Ow! Don’t hit me, please..." The assistant was struck on the head with a water bottle.

Before she could escort Ye Yuwei out of there, more bottles came flying at them.

As Ye Yuwei was struck with humiliating blows, a young girl suddenly fought her way through the crowd.

Splash!

The girl dumped an entire cup of ink onto Ye Yuwei’s head and face.

At that moment, the building’s security guards finally rushed out. They dispersed the raging crowd and swiftly carried the disheveled Ye Yuwei back inside.

The ink-soaked hair stuck to her face, reeking and suffocating. All around her was a suffocating darkness.

Even now, Ye Yuwei felt utterly frozen, her mind replaying the malicious chants of those deranged fans over and over again.

Suddenly, she noticed with horror that more people surrounded her.

They pointed fingers at her, laughing, mocking her, hurling the cruelest words imaginable.

"It’s her! She’s the one who pushed Yu Qingjia to overdose!"

"How can someone this vile show her face? Just die already!"

"Hahaha! Look at her—so disgusting, just like trash."

"Heaven sees everything. For the sake of resources, you sold everything. Inside and out, you’re filthy."

"..."

"Ah! No, no, I didn’t, I didn’t! Go away, go away!"

Ye Yuwei clamped her hands over her ears, desperately trying to flee, but the hateful voices clung to her like spirits exacting vengeance, their words endlessly echoing.

"Yezi, Yezi..." A staff member grabbed her shoulders and shook her vigorously.

When Ye Yuwei finally regained clarity, she realized her surroundings had changed.

"Yuwei, are you okay?"

"Jiaqi, why are you here? Where am I?"

"... Yuwei, don’t scare me. You’re in the hospital."

Looking at a tear-stricken Li Jiaqi, fragmented memories flooded Ye Yuwei’s mind.

"Jiaqi, why? Why would they treat me like this? What have I done wrong?"

Despair filled Ye Yuwei’s dark eyes, her delicate face as pale as a sheet, her voice hoarse and cracked.

"You’ve done nothing wrong. All we’re doing is pursuing our dreams," said Li Jiaqi, gripping Ye Yuwei’s hand tightly.

"Dreams?" Ye Yuwei smiled bitterly.

"Yuwei, don’t think about anything else. You need to focus on recovering."

"I’m not sick. They’re the ones who are sick. I need to go back."

"Go back? Go back for what?"

Li Jiaqi was convinced her friend’s mental state had faltered. Her heart ached with worry.

"Back to the practice room. We have a performance tonight. I can’t back down."

"Yuwei, the company has already suspended your public appearances."

"What?"

Ye Yuwei’s heart clenched as she nearly fainted.

"Mr. Shen said you need proper rest. Don’t worry about anything else. Avoid making any appearances for now," Li Jiaqi quickly added, sensing that Ye Yuwei had misunderstood her earlier statement.

"... Fine. If that’s what the company has decided." Feeling utterly drained, Ye Yuwei slumped back against the bedframe.

"Yuwei, rest well. You must be hungry. I’ll go get you something to eat."

"No need, Jiaqi. Your birthday celebration is the day after tomorrow. You should be preparing for that."

"What celebration? How can I leave you like this?"

"Listen to me, Jiaqi. Your birthday event must go well. It’s a turning point in your life." Seeing that Jiaqi still wanted to protest, Ye Yuwei raised a hand to stop her. "Jiaqi, we’ve been fighting for this our entire lives. Maybe we’ll only ever have one or two chances. Only by succeeding can we truly hold our heads high and be ourselves."

Jiaqi stared dumbfounded at Ye Yuwei, as though seeing a new side of her friend she had never recognized before.

"Jiaqi, if we were true artists and not just minor idols, today’s events wouldn’t have happened. To be a true artist, we must forge our own path."

"... Yuwei, I can’t bear to see you go through this alone." Li Jiaqi hugged Ye Yuwei tightly, crying uncontrollably.

"That’s why you must succeed. If either of us makes it, we’ll never forget the other."

"Yes! If we are ever fortunate, we will never forget each other!"

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