CEO's Sweetheart is a Super Idol
Chapter 57 - 55: Capturing Xiao Ning

Chapter 57: Chapter 55: Capturing Xiao Ning

The lavishly decorated room seemed to take on a heavier atmosphere.

"Xiao Ning, I had someone send twenty thousand for your aunt’s nutritional expenses. You don’t have to worry anymore."

Zhang Shuya’s words made Lan Yening’s heart jolt—his exceptionally sharp mind immediately grasped the underlying message: she knew where he had funneled the money.

Zhang Shuya gracefully rose from her chair, her voluminous waves cascading like a waterfall. The gauzy dress clinging to her curvaceous figure swayed like flowing clouds.

This woman embodied both refined elegance and tantalizing sensuality.

But at the moment, she emanated an unmistakable, bone-chilling aura of danger.

"Xiao Ning, I can give you a life beyond your wildest dreams, but equally, I can bring you nightmarish agony." Zhang Shuya extended her hand, her slender, pale fingers brushing across his pale, handsome face.

"The only thing I seek from you is loyalty. Do you understand?"

"Sister Shuya, I—I will be completely devoted to you," Lan Yening stammered, his lips trembling, cold sweat soaking through his clothes.

"Heh! Xiao Ning, don’t be so tense. I know you like that little idol Ye Yuwei—you used to be colleagues. Spending a little money on her votes is fine, but don’t cross the line."

"I won’t—I won’t! I’m just watching her from a distance."

Zhang Shuya’s smile became even more seductive, like an alluring yet ominous mandrake flower swaying in the wind.

Lan Yening’s eyes fixed on her pale, flawless skin swaying before him. An unprecedented heat rose within him, akin to the lingering effect of fine wine.

Zhang Shuya’s smile grew increasingly enchanting, like a sorceress gliding through moonlit mist.

Lan Yening’s throat shifted deeply as he took a sharp breath, struggling to suppress the shameful impulse surging within—but the more he pushed it down, the stronger it rebounded.

"Sister Shuya, I—I feel uncomfortable," his voice now laced with intoxication.

"Uncomfortable? Where does it hurt?" Zhang Shuya softly wrapped her arm around his neck, her breath as sweet as orchids.

Lan Yening felt his entire body tense up instantly. His hand, which had intended to push her away, instead clung tightly to the very figure that sent waves of longing through his soul.

"Heh heh! Xiao Ning, you’re not being obedient now, are you?" Zhang Shuya’s laugh was a dreamlike whisper.

With his chest burning like a blazing fire and on the brink of bursting, Lan Yening’s restraint finally unraveled...

The maids who had originally been serving them quietly withdrew without a word.

The moon had unknowingly climbed above the treetops, as the entire city stirred with a newfound energy.

Zhang Shuya sat on a wide, plush velvet sofa, smoking a cigarette.

On the soft, thick Persian carpet at her feet, Lan Yening lay in deep slumber.

"President Zhang, Li Bin is here," a maid approached.

Zhang Shuya nodded, instructing two people to carry Lan Yening upstairs. Draping a coat over herself, she allowed the visitor in.

"Good evening, President Zhang." The visitor was none other than the young man who had shot Wan Song in the head that day.

This man stood expressionless, his gaze steady and sharp.

"Have you investigated thoroughly?" Zhang Shuya questioned coldly.

"Yes, it’s clear. Ye Yuwei’s patron is indeed Wu Jingxiang, and there’s been no significant interaction between Mr. Lan and Ye Yuwei."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Shuya’s expression softened considerably. "Good work. Take some time to relax at the club. Keep a low profile for now."

"Thank you, President Zhang," Li Bin said with a slight bow, his respectful exit marked by an intense flash of jealousy deep within his eyes, concealed behind his black-framed glasses.

Zhang Shuya, of course, cared little for his feelings. To her, he was merely a tool.

She was acutely aware of the Wu family’s power—now that Ye Yuwei had fallen into Wu Jingxiang’s grasp, Lan Yening’s desires were inconsequential, sparing her the trouble.

At the same time, in a hospital ward, Ye Yuwei stared at the company-issued statement:

Galaxy Entertainment—Ye Yuwei, Sixth Generation Member

Apologies for causing such an uproar with my actions.

I should not have accepted fans’ gifts—this has negatively impacted the company, myself, and the devoted fans who love me. I am willing to accept criticism and punishment.

However, I want to clarify the following:

Firstly, I have never personally interacted with any fans who have sent me gifts.

Secondly, my limited financial means prevent me from being familiar with luxury brand products.

Thirdly, all of my commercial resources were arranged by the company, and I have used no underhanded methods.

I will not abandon my commitment to being an idol. If I have erred, I promise to improve.

I will also take full accountability for my actions.

I pledge to be more mindful of my conduct as an idol.

Once again, I express my sincere apologies to the fans who support me.

Ye Yuwei felt conflicted as she read the statement, torn between frustration and amusement.

The statement perfectly captured Galaxy Company’s tried-and-true routine: deny anything outright unless caught red-handed in the act.

Predictably, the comments section was filled with outrage, as netizens demanded to know where Ye Yuwei’s sense of shame had gone.

The consensus was that the statement reeked of insincerity—an empty, evasive apology.

Within just half an hour of this statement being posted, Galaxy’s official website released another notice—this time from the legal team:

Our company has discovered fabricated rumors and slander targeting our artist Ye Yuwei across various platforms in recent days.

We have commissioned specialized legal teams to conduct thorough investigations and gather evidence regarding this matter. These malicious tactics are attempts to discredit Ms. Ye Yuwei.

In response, we issue the following statement:

If such defamatory actions toward Ms. Ye Yuwei persist, we will take immediate legal action against the perpetrators and submit evidence to judicial authorities without hesitation.

Furthermore, our company firmly refutes any assertions of unfairness regarding external assignments for our idols—all arrangements are made impartially and with careful deliberation.

The fandom erupted into chaos upon seeing this legal statement.

After years of watching their idols face attacks, even instances as extreme as when Little Juzi was relentlessly smeared by outsiders, Galaxy Entertainment had remained silent. Now they had jumped to issue a formal "lawyer statement" for Ye Yuwei.

Surely Ye Yuwei was royalty—how else could this preferential treatment be explained?

As the aggrieved fans lamented and vented their frustrations over Galaxy’s overt bias, another update appeared just five minutes later:

Galaxy issued a disciplinary notice against Ye Yuwei:

Ye Yuwei has demonstrated a lack of critical idol awareness by privately accepting fans’ gifts, in violation of idol regulations. Therefore, she will face the following consequences:

1. A severe internal warning and suspension from three performances.

2. A mandatory public apology to fans during next week’s event.

3. Deduction of two months’ bonuses as penalty.

If fans were envious upon reading the legal statement, this disciplinary notice ignited their fury like a volcano.

"What kind of punishment is this? Suspension for three performances and then apologizing at the next event?"

"This is nothing short of wrist-slapping—the company has lost all its principles."

"Utterly disheartening."

"Had we known, we should’ve done more than splash ink last time—we should have escalated it."

The collective disappointment among Galaxy’s idols also soared. They claimed indignantly how favoritism was an exaggeration, born out of jealousy. But this time, the resentment ran bone-deep.

Yet amidst the storm, no one dared to voice dissent.

It was obvious to all: the company intended to shield Ye Yuwei at all costs.

But beneath this churning tide of unrest, a colossal storm was brewing—one that would change everything.