CEO's Sweetheart is a Super Idol-Chapter 129 - 126: Embarking on the Path of Evil
Chapter 129: Chapter 126: Embarking on the Path of Evil freēnovelkiss.com
Shenghai
Source Jewelry
Jiaqi was happily trying on a jade pendant.
It was authentic Burmese "Old Mine" quality, and even though it was only the size of a pinky nail, it was worth over 250,000 yuan.
Du Jinyu looked at the blood-red pendant, hanging on her neck as white as milk, and felt an immense sense of satisfaction.
He was now rather famous in Hanoi—everyone knew him as the "Big Spender" who could drop cash like water, so whenever he appeared online or in theaters, he was surrounded by people eager to flatter him.
Recently, Jiaqi had also snagged a few TV drama roles and appeared on some variety shows, so she could be considered a minor celebrity now!
In order to win Jiaqi’s favor over the past few months, he hadn’t hesitated to spend lavishly. But he had also tasted a "high-class" lifestyle that had been entirely unavailable to him before.
After all, he was now genuinely hanging out as close friends with a celebrity.
This made him realize how utterly beneath him it had been to waste time with those online influencers or nightclub girls.
"Boss, wrap this one up," Du Jinyu said, pulling out his card and suavely handing it to the shop owner beside him.
"Brother Du, such an expensive gift—I really can’t accept it. Just being able to come here today and see this much is already enough for me," Jiaqi said, slightly pouting as she reluctantly placed the pendant back into its box.
"Jiaqi, if you like it, you should have it. I just purely like you and want to make you happy," Du Jinyu, who was already utterly bewitched by Jiaqi, replied, having clearly lost all sense of rational thought.
The fifty-something, somewhat obese shop owner standing nearby sneered subtly, unimpressed.
This young woman’s "package" was genuinely stunning—sleek figure, good temperament, absolutely a "big honey-fruit." She was far superior to those "canaries" he kept.
Watching Du Jinyu put on the air of a tragic drama hero in love, the shop owner almost felt compelled to step forward himself and offer her a pendant three times as large.
"Brother Du, I understand how you feel about me, but I really can’t accept this—please don’t make things harder for me, okay?" Jiaqi’s soft voice carried sincerity and helplessness.
Du Jinyu felt as though his heart might shatter when he saw Jiaqi react this way.
"Jiaqi, I swear! If I have even the slightest ill intent, then I hope I get hit by a..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Jiaqi placed her hand over his mouth. A subtle floral fragrance filled his senses, making his heart race wildly as his hand darted forward, trying to grasp her delicate fingers, but she had already gracefully retreated.
"Brother Du, do you say these things to every girl you’ve been involved with and give them all this kind of ’stone’?"
"No! Those mediocre women aren’t even worthy of me giving them such a thing! I only... I only feel this way about you..." Du Jinyu stammered in a panic, sweat dripping as he struggled to find the right words.
"Jiaqi, just accept it, okay? Look, even the shop owner has been here accompanying us for so long," Du Jinyu said, grasping at straws and bringing the smirking shop owner into the conversation.
"It’s all right; the customer is king after all!" the shop owner said with a smile, though internally he was hoping Jiaqi wouldn’t take it.
Jiaqi realized that continuing this charade might make things difficult to wrap up: "Thank you, Brother Du."
"Jiaqi, it’s an honor for me that you’re willing to accept this pendant," Du Jinyu said, almost jumping for joy.
Outside the shop.
Inside a beat-up van parked nearby, Zhang Yuzhe furiously threw his earpiece against the modified driver’s seat.
These days, he’d been following Jiaqi around, day in and day out.
He knew he had already lost this woman. If he didn’t find a way to make enough money, it was only a matter of time before she discarded him completely.
Zhang Yuzhe closed his eyes and leaned back against the filthy car seat, his pockmarked, pudgy face shifting through a range of expressions.
He started the car, stomped on the gas pedal, and drove off into the endless flow of traffic.
Two hours later, he arrived at an abandoned-looking factory on the outskirts of the city.
After relocking the large door behind him, he put on a gas mask and approached a warehouse door, which he swung open, unleashing a wave of moldy stench.
The warehouse was crammed to bursting with piles of fertilizer—all expired.
He walked to one section of the wall, moved aside several moldy bags of fertilizer, and revealed a heavy steel hatch secured with a lock.
After opening it, he clicked on his flashlight and descended down below.
The space turned out to be a massive underground chamber spanning over a hundred square meters.
It used to be where the fertilizer plant stored fermentation microbes.
Now, it was filled with barrels labeled "Acetone," "Hydrochloric Acid," and similar chemicals.
At the center of the room was an enormous lab bench covered with test tubes, measuring cups, alcohol lamps, and other equipment.
Around the table were reaction vessels, centrifuges, electronic scales, and several unrecognizable machines.
In the far corner stood a dryer, and not far from it were three rows of wooden racks containing dozens of grooves.
"Jiaqi, I’ll reclaim you no matter the cost. You belong to me, and me alone," Zhang Yuzhe said, his eyes filled with a fierce, unrelenting determination, clearly visible even behind the gas mask.
The next day
At eight o’clock in the evening, Li Ke, a self-proclaimed tech geek, couldn’t wait to turn on his computer.
Today, he had specifically asked his boss for leave to skip overtime.
Soon, the screen lit up with the opening song of "Natural Idol."
Seeing the parade of curvaceous, diverse girls with strikingly different vibes, Li Ke grabbed his favorite "happy otaku soda" from the desk and took a long, satisfying gulp.
"What the hell is going on? This Long Zitao is just randomly blabbering! How did Wu Zixuan end up rated A? She’s nothing but a vase—so plain, not even one solid reason given!"
Li Ke began venting his frustration in the comment section, and his fury toward Long Zitao burned even hotter as time passed.
"Damn it, Huang Zitao is so rude! Can’t Yang Ni question why Natasha gets to beat out Li Zimeng? What’s wrong with asking? Why would he respond in such an aggressive tone?"
Li Ke felt like storming the studio and giving Long Zitao a good slap.
"When people ask you to explain your criteria, what kind of nonsense answer is ’If you have the skill, just stay in the A-level?’ Seriously, even I could be a judge with responses like that."
Li Ke thought Long Zitao lacked professional judgment and was making arbitrary ratings. If it weren’t for his "village flower," Lv Fangxin, he wouldn’t bother watching the show at all.
Knock knock!
Li Ke’s messenger notification sounded. He opened it to find someone dropping so-called insider info about the "Natural Idol" program.
After the first episode aired, many people were discussing the show on forums. As an office worker and techie, Li Ke particularly enjoyed Lv Fangxin’s personality, so he joined a messenger group for fellow fans.
There were self-proclaimed informants inside the group who frequently shared news and leaks.
"Attention, everyone! Please vote for the ’village flower.’ Heard the production team plans to eliminate her after the first public performance segment. Let’s all band together and vote more! Instructions are in the group files."
Li Ke was alarmed by the news and quickly downloaded the file.
Having no experience with voting mechanisms, he carefully read through the instructions and then began liking and voting for Lv Fangxin across four different platforms. Many others were doing the same.
Li Ke reopened the messenger group, which had already piled up over a hundred messages.
"Do you think this will work? There aren’t many of us, just around 300 people in the group."
"There must be other groups, right?"
"Not certain about that!"
"If we don’t vote enough, it’s guaranteed she’s getting eliminated."
Li Ke felt a pang of sadness as he read this. He truly wanted to keep watching the village flower’s antics.
"So what should we do? Should we share this on our social media?"
"How can we share something like this? My girlfriend would notice!"
"I’d be worried about my boss seeing it too!"
As the group seemed to run out of ideas, the group admin finally spoke up.
"Don’t worry, everyone. If worse comes to worst, we’ll each figure out how to pay for a month’s VIP membership to vote for the village flower."
"Even then, what difference would it make? Regular users get 111 votes, while VIP users get 121—only 10 extra votes per day. What can that do?"
"Exactly! Unless each person can somehow cast hundreds more votes daily, we might as well just leave it to chance."
Li Ke, while still worried about Lv Fangxin’s prospects, begrudgingly agreed that the arguments made sense.
Daily extras of 10 votes would barely make a dent—it would depend on Lv Fangxin’s luck in the end.
What none of them knew was that this information was being swiftly relayed to a specialized department within the messenger platform’s company.
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