CEO's Sweetheart is a Super Idol-Chapter 322 - 315: Unexpected Resistance

"My headpiece feels a bit uncomfortable, and it also prevents you from seeing me clearly, so I’ve taken it off."

Yuwei swept her gaze across the room, like an empress ruling the world.

Xiao Du saw her expression and was so overwhelmed that he could hardly breathe.

Li Ke was dumbstruck. This performance by Yuwei is just too phenomenal!

However, there were also those harboring hostility toward Yuwei, such as some of Meng Meixuan’s toxic fans.

Upon seeing Yuwei’s demeanor, they wanted nothing more than to grab a hammer and smash her to pieces.

"To my supporting founders, I know it’s tough for you right now, but I ask that you don’t relax. Likewise, I won’t relax either. Let’s work hard together."

"Every missed moment of effort in life leads to regret. I don’t want to be someone who carries regret, and I believe you feel the same."

Yuwei spread her arms wide, like an angel descending to earth. Her dazzling eyes radiated confidence and determination: "Charge forward with me! We’ll meet at the mountaintop."

Xiao Du couldn’t contain himself and screamed Yuwei’s name. Tears streamed down his face with every shout, while Mu Yunchu simply stared at the stage in awe, as though a radiant glow surrounded Yuwei.

"A woman like her... she must be every woman’s ideal of perfection."

Yang Xiaoyue was both angry and ecstatic in that moment.

Just now, Lv Fangxin’s encore had already turned the show into a hot topic.

And now, with Yuwei’s brilliant move, the program’s buzz shot up even higher.

It even surpassed Wang Na, the production team’s hyped-up feminist star.

But someone like Yuwei is also a double-edged sword—independent, calculating, and unlikely to be easily controlled even if she makes it into the group.

Long Zitao continued as scripted and invited Lai Ruoxuan’s group to the stage.

In this group, the most popular member was, undeniably, Wang Na.

But her popularity was largely superficial; she didn’t really have many genuine fans.

Wang Na felt furious over Yuwei’s earlier remarks—she thought Yuwei was trying to steal her persona.

However, Wang Na wasn’t going to back down, as she had the show’s backing.

"Hello everyone, we are..."

"The Potluck Team!"

Lai Ruoxuan led her team in shouting their group name.

The name was fitting enough—the group’s style was completely mismatched.

Lai Ruoxuan held the center position, but due to her petite stature and cute doll-like appearance, she lacked the aura of a C-position.

The standout among the group was undoubtedly Wang Qingyu.

She wore a strapless pink dress with white gauze accents.

Her long curly hair gave her an air of elegance, making her look as refined as a Barbie doll.

Zhao Juke, towering and classy, couldn’t steal the spotlight from Qingyu.

Luo Tiantian wore pink overalls with her golden short hair, giving off the vibe of the boy-next-door. Many fans of this aesthetic screamed enthusiastically.

The most disappointing styling went to Duan Yuxin.

No one could understand what the stylist was thinking when they gave her a "Nezha"-style hairdo.

Her naturally round face made her look like an oversized apple on camera.

On top of that, she wore a plaid skirt that accentuated her thicker waistline.

Had she kept her hair short or let it grow long, it would’ve been much better.

The styling for Lai Ruoxuan, in contrast, was noticeably thoughtful. Her long hair had delicate braids woven into it and was curled into soft ringlets, exuding a doll-like charm.

Though Ruoxuan was petite, her proportioned shoulders and straight legs were striking.

Her peak beauty years were likely between ages 16 and 19. Back then, she radiated an innocent sweetness, akin to a cup of rice wine.

Her petite frame perfectly matched the cute, youthful aesthetic of that time.

Of course, she still looked impressive now.

This group’s guest star was Lu Lu, a model with a decent reputation in the industry.

As the lights dimmed, chants of "Wang Na" erupted from one corner of the audience. The calls sounded uniform, as though rehearsed. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

The production team even gave this section a special close-up.

Tian Jiaxuan and Zhang Wei received prompts through their earpieces.

"That side’s shouting is intense!" Zhang Wei joked.

"They’re chanting ’Wang Na!’" Tian Jiaxuan instinctively adjusted her earpiece.

Xiao Du was startled by the sudden chants but felt something was off.

Earlier, these same voices had been fiercely cheering for Yuwei. Given the competitive dynamic between Yuwei and Wang Na, how could they suddenly switch allegiance?

The LED screens onstage lit up, presenting a nighttime scene.

Stars, white clouds, silent mountains, and a luminous frosty full moon.

The visuals resembled a European-style painting—truly beautiful.

Several girls gather as though sharing secrets, with Lu Lu standing behind them.

When the lights came on, Lai Ruoxuan, dressed in her plaid skirt, danced lightheartedly and playfully, singing a few opening lines along with the music’s intro.

La La La La!

Her husky alto voice captured attention, and the team then scattered into a staggered two-row formation.

Surprisingly, the first verse was sung by guest star Lu Lu.

This angered the fans watching in the audience.

All the other groups had their center position open the show. Lv Fangxin’s case was an exception due to special circumstances.

Why did their idol only get a few "La La’s"?

If that was the case, why pour money into her position as center? Might as well have not bothered.

Fans of other groups watched indifferently since Ruoxuan’s group was relatively unpopular, and there were few voices cheering them on.

The "actors" rooting for Wang Na lost their enthusiasm as the performance continued, plunging everything into awkward silence.

In the control room, Yang Xiaoyue grew tense.

She had orchestrated this sequence for two reasons:

First, Lu Lu’s agency had negotiated terms with her.

Second, the network requested increased focus on Wang Na.

The ideal setup would have been making Wang Na the center.

But Wang Na had so few fans that even fabricating vote data was difficult.

The only solution was rearranging the performance order.

In the waiting area, other trainees frowned.

Li Shihan, a close friend of Lai Ruoxuan, chuckled: "That was an unexpected opening."

The next segment featuring Wang Qingyu’s vocals aggravated Ruoxuan’s fans further. Some began audibly yelling, "Give our money back!"

Yang Xiaoyue didn’t anticipate this backlash—fans were surprisingly bold.

She had lost touch with reality; many of Ruoxuan’s fans were high school students or younger. They weren’t overly concerned with social norms.

To them, they paid, so their idol deserved proper recognition.

Both Yuwei and Lu Bingbing rolled their eyes at the production team’s manipulations.

If this was their definition of idol-making, it wasn’t wrong for fans to be livid.

If that’s the case, they thought, why bother having fans vote at all?

With the production team pulling all the strings, what was even the point of fan voting?

Onstage, the performers noticed what was happening below.

Their routines became stiff, as the atmosphere grew strained. Other than Lai Ruoxuan, whose singing remained stable, the others struggled, some even going off-key.

When it was Wang Na’s turn to sing, the "actors" roared their support enthusiastically.

Xiao Du and Li Ke watched in disgust.

The performance had violated fan expectations entirely.

Who was even the center—Ruoxuan or the guest star Lu Lu?

A performance meant to evoke the joy of a springtime outing had devolved into an absolute mess.

As the music ended, chants for Lai Ruoxuan filled the venue.

The "actors" cheering for Wang Na were completely drowned out.

This time, the fans were united in their outrage.

Yang Xiaoyue’s face turned ashen; she knew the performance had completely fallen apart.

"Miaomiao, use the contingency plan immediately," she demanded.

At that moment, Yang Xiaoyue thought of her friend, a psychology expert.

Sun Miao had already started brainstorming solutions with her team the moment the issues arose.

The contingency plan was ready.

Yang Xiaoyue was relieved that all audience members’ phones had been confiscated beforehand.

Lai Ruoxuan nearly broke into tears on stage.

Five years as an idol had taught her to read her fans’ reactions clearly.