CEO's Sweetheart is a Super Idol-Chapter 361 - 353: Likes Ignite Conflict

Outside the window, the moon had sunk to the west.

"Fangxin, how did the recording of your new song go yesterday? Everything smooth?"

"I only got one line of lyrics."

"What? Just one line of lyrics—how could the management do this?"

Chen Yinghan immediately frowned, her whole body trembling with anger.

"There’s no choice, you know I can’t sing or dance."

"You can dance decently enough, at least. Singing—well, you just can’t keep the beat, it’s the simplest thing."

Lv Fangxin listened to her friend’s words, tears streaming down her face.

Even though she laughed and joked around in the recording studio, deep down, she felt incredibly upset. Though Ye Yuwei had tried to console her, she couldn’t shake off the emotional knot inside.

"Yinghan, if we could form a group together, wouldn’t that be amazing? Every time I dance, my heart pounds with anxiety."

"Fangxin, you need to grow strong from within. You’ll have to stand on your own eventually." 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Chen Yinghan knew her friend too well—at heart, she was very reliant and clingy.

"I know. I’m trying to adapt little by little. Yinghan, when will you come visit me?"

"My schedule is packed to the brim."

Saying this, Chen Yinghan sighed.

Her packed schedule was arranged entirely by Penguin. Originally, she’d hoped to leverage her popularity to land more lucrative gigs.

But reality was harsh. Though her family connections were strong, getting onto certain programs remained arduous—after all, it wasn’t just about having connections.

Ultimately, Chen Yinghan decided to follow Penguin’s lead. After all, the variety shows they had lined up for her were still solid opportunities.

Among all the resources allocated, she was second only to Wang Na.

Lu Bingbing, Liu Feiyu, and Gao Ziyi couldn’t compete with her.

Lv Fangxin was aware of her friend’s busy schedule, yet she couldn’t help but cling to a faint and nebulous hope.

"Fangxin, on the trending topics I noticed Meixuan’s group is forming two parallel teams—what’s going on? Your group won’t be going the ’dual-team’ route, will you?"

"Meixuan said she doesn’t know either. Yuehua didn’t tell her anything. As for us, I haven’t heard anything. I even texted my boss and he didn’t respond."

"That ’dual-team’ setup is impossible—it’d only put you all at a disadvantage."

Lv Fangxin found it odd that Chen Yinghan would say such a thing.

In another room.

Zhang Zijing was posing the same question to Ye Yuwei.

"Penguin just wants to make quick money, but since they’re still building this flagship program, they’ll continue giving us consistent resources."

"But if two teams operate parallelly, then Penguin’s only choice will be to use us solely for quick cash-out strategies—they’re eager for fast monetization."

Zhang Zijing grew extremely anxious, thinking aloud, "Wouldn’t that mean our team is doomed?"

"Exactly. If it’s parallel teams, our only path forward would be solo debuts," Ye Yuwei replied.

"Our company is already struggling; I heard there’s discord within the company recently," Zhang Zijing worried, visibly distressed.

"Yezi, now that you’ve signed with Penguin, if this happens, will Penguin pour its resources into nurturing you?"

Ye Yuwei nodded slightly, "They probably will—after all, I’m part of their public image now. But I think Fangxin will end up signing an exclusive contract with them too."

Upon hearing that name, Zhang Zijing felt uneasy and asked skeptically, "Why? You saw it today too—when we recorded the theme song for that movie, she only got one single line."

"I know her company. They have no real strength. Signing her was pure luck. Companies like hers usually focus on immediate monetization—they lack management skills."

"Yezi, what if I filed a lawsuit to terminate my contract right now?"

Ye Yuwei sat upright, "That’s not an option. If the other party drags out the case, you’ll be unable to participate in commercial performances for at least half a year—that’s assuming you’re able to settle the breach fee upfront."

"Zijing, don’t worry too much. Penguin isn’t one to mess with."

"Will Penguin resolve this for us?"

Ye Yuwei chuckled, "Not for us—for themselves. So, no matter what happens, just keep quiet."

Zhang Zijing nodded. She realized this wasn’t something within her control.

As her nerves continued to fray, she discovered that the tweet she had acknowledged earlier had blown up.

"Damn, who is this even targeting? That level of dancing ability is barely that of a village belle."

"Zhang Zijing seems fine—quiet and calm—but turns out she’s just a green tea girl."

"How many days since debut? And already playing power games? Absolutely disgusting."

"Zhang Zijing is so awful! Yang Chaoyue hasn’t done anything to her—why such blatant bullying?"

"What’s wrong with Zijing’s liked reply? Some people just need the big boat to drag them along!"

"Lv Fangxin’s fans are so fragile, aren’t they? Bringing their own hate."

Li Ke, who was about to sleep, jolted awake upon seeing the chaos online.

He opened Weibo, carefully read through the posts, and thought—while there was insinuation, the whole matter didn’t warrant such commotion.

Lv Fangxin wasn’t good at singing or dancing. Within the group, she needed to humble herself in order to leave a positive impression. Whether or not Zhang Zijing had genuinely taken digs at her, she’d have to endure it.

He checked some comments that had high engagement and found many of them were from empty accounts.

Clearly, someone was stirring the pot.

He immediately messaged the fan club and discussed strategies with other top fans.

However, many young scattered fans had already stormed Zhang Zijing’s profile.

By the time they finalized a plan and returned to assess the scene, they were stunned.

Without intervention from top fans or the company, just those scattered individuals had amassed over 300,000 comments. Not to mention the backlash spreading across other social media platforms.

Soon, Zhang Zijing’s fans launched full-scale counterattacks.

Fans of other members, except for Ye Yuwei’s, subtly banded together to assist Zhang Zijing’s faction.

The online discourse had turned into a turbulent battlefield.

Li Ke began urging the fan club to control commentary and appealed for calm.

Simultaneously, he attempted to contact prominent fans of Zhang Zijing to clarify their stance.

The monitoring team for the big boat immediately reported the situation to Zhou Dan.

Upon reviewing it, Zhou Dan’s brows furrowed deeply.

As Penguin was negotiating with rival companies, news of in-group discord provided ammunition for attacks in the public eye.

Furthermore, the group had been active for less than a week, yet headlines already hinted at betrayal and drama—this would spell future turmoil for operations and member branding.

She promptly instructed the PR department to draft a strategy. By 4 a.m., Lv Fangxin and Zhang Zijing, who were sound asleep, were woken up by calls.

At the same time, Zhou Dan arrived at the villa with her team.

"Fangxin, Zijing, you’ve both seen the situation on Weibo, right?"

Fatigue etched on her face, Zhou Dan had been managing various business resources.

Both girls nodded; they’d already seen the chaos earlier.

Zhang Zijing’s face was pale, horrified by the unintended fallout from her actions.

"I’m sorry, Fangxin—this is all my fault..."

"Zijing, it’s no big deal. You just responded kindly to fans’ encouragement. People are overthinking it."

Lv Fangxin smiled reassuringly, as though the matter were insignificant.

Sitting nearby, Zhou Dan couldn’t help but admire Fangxin internally. Whether the two were genuinely scheming, Fangxin was clearly winning the narrative game.

"It’s good you both resolved this. Now, hand over access to your Weibo accounts—PR will handle the replies."

The two handed over their phones, knowing it was standard company procedure.

"Mr. Zhou, it’s so late and you’re here—aren’t you cold? I’ll make you some hot tea."

Before Zhou Dan could reply, Lv Fangxin had already dashed to the kitchen, picked up a teacup, and brewed a cup of rose tea.

Cracking a smile, Zhou Dan dismissed any claims of buttering up. Having someone perceptive to workplace dynamics at least signaled respect toward her authority.

Zhang Zijing, on the other hand, sat awkwardly in place.

With a scholarly air cultivated through years of academic rigor and a privileged upbringing, she lacked such social finesse.