CEO's Sweetheart is a Super Idol-Chapter 362 - 354 Not Like This

Lv Fangxin’s Weibo

Zijing told me about this matter, and I was really shocked. I didn’t expect that just because Zijing liked a post—a little essay meant to encourage someone—it caused such a big misunderstanding.

Zijing and I are very good friends. She’s kind and a little absent-minded. I hope everyone calms down. Likewise, we’ll be more mindful of the details in the future.

We are a team. We share a common name. We are not concubines in a harem; we don’t need palace intrigue. We will face many storms together in the future. Please show your support.

Also, Zhang Zijing is my biggest supporter—she always backs me up when I tell jokes. Lastly, thank you to the villagers for defending me, but Zijing really didn’t mean anything else.

Each of us must have a strong heart in order to stand tall.

After Lv Fangxin posted her Weibo, Li Ke finally felt like he had taken a deep breath of relief.

Because he was already losing control of the situation.

The villagers on this side were angry at the inaction of their support group.

Now that the main figure had stepped forward to explain, his pressure instantly reduced.

He began organizing people to manage the comments, mainly emphasizing that Zhang Zijing and Lv Fangxin were close friends.

"As a villager, I feel Zijing is really pure and kind, not great at expressing herself. She was just simply trying to interact with fans this time."

"Fangxin is truly kind and beautiful. Since she already said she’s close friends with Sister Zijing, let’s not dwell on it any longer, people!"

Over on Zhang Zijing’s side, she also apologized on Weibo for her actions, and her support group stepped in to manage the comments too.

"Sorry to all villagers who were unintentionally hurt. This matter is indeed the fault of our fans. They shouldn’t have tagged Zijing in such a post."

"We’re bowing, sliding, kneeling in apology this time—completely apologizing. Zijing and her fans’ improper actions hurt Fangxin and her fans deeply. We are terribly sorry."

This incident seemed to have come to an end.

But many people evaluated it this way:

Lv Fangxin handled it very well. She cared about the group’s image and demonstrated her dedication to team cohesion. Although her singing and dancing were average, her emotional intelligence was high. Some expressed that they had gone from hating her to becoming neutral.

In fact, these fans had no idea that this was actually an emergency PR move by Big Ship Company—all of this was fabricated.

Zhou Dan, seeing that the matter had been resolved, smiled and said to Lv Fangxin, "Fangxin, keep up the good work."

Lv Fangxin didn’t quite understand what he meant but still nodded anyway.

"Zijing, get some rest! You’ve got work tomorrow."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhou."

The two watched Zhou Dan leave.

Zhang Zijing wanted to say something to Lv Fangxin but hesitated.

"Zijing, don’t overthink it. We’re public figures now. They’re watching us under a magnifying glass, analyzing every single move and reading countless meanings into it."

"Fangxin, this time, I’ve really caused trouble for you. It’s all my fault for mindlessly liking that post."

"Haha, it really is nothing. If you keep saying that, I might actually start overthinking it."

Lv Fangxin laughed playfully, seemingly unconcerned about the matter.

"Zijing, let’s hurry up and get some rest. We’ve got four hours of sleep left."

Lv Fangxin glanced at the time; it was already 5 a.m.

The two returned to their respective rooms. By now, everyone else was awake.

But other than the two, no one came downstairs because this matter had to be resolved by them alone.

"Yezi, am I really so stupid, so awful? I’m not actually like this..."

As soon as Zhang Zijing returned to her room, she hugged Ye Yuwei and burst into tears.

The salty, warm tears quickly soaked Ye Yuwei’s shoulder.

"Zijing, I know. We all know—you’re not that kind of person."

Ye Yuwei spoke, gently moving her shoulder away while gazing into Zijing’s eyes.

"Zijing, I know you’re holding onto a lot of grievances. Let it all out; cry if you need to!"

Zhang Zijing collapsed into sobs, overwhelmed with guilt. What she had done went against her own moral compass.

Once she had cried for a while and calmed down, Ye Yuwei poured her a cup of tea.

"Yezi, will everyone look down on me?"

"No, they won’t! You’re overthinking it."

"But I’m still worried. The group just formed, and I already caused such a huge mess."

"Every team grows through ups and downs. You need to develop a strong heart."

Ye Yuwei understood Zhang Zijing’s worries—it was like a girl in school who hurt someone unintentionally, afraid of being ostracized by the whole class.

"Zijing, we’ll encounter similar situations in the future. This time, both sides’ fans were relatively calm, plus the PR was good. The matter is resolved."

"Mm!"

Zhang Zijing realized worrying further wouldn’t help. She hadn’t thought an incident like this could stir up such chaos.

Elsewhere, Lv Fangxin had returned to her room and collapsed weakly onto her bed.

She was utterly exhausted, plagued by fears about her future.

She knew she was popular now, and people would selectively forgive her lackluster singing and dancing skills.

But what about later? Fans, bystanders, and industry insiders would eventually judge by her work.

Her persona could be monetized through shows, but how else could she generate revenue for her boss?

She deeply feared what would happen when her fame faded.

Would she be booed during performances until there wasn’t even anyone left to boo?

But there was nothing she could do—singing and dancing required talent.

"Sister Yezi must be comforting Zijing right now." Thinking of this made her even more upset.

Time flows on; day merges into night.

When Zhang Shuya woke up, she reached to her bedside table and poured herself a glass of red wine.

She slowly savored its taste before taking a sip.

Then, she lit herself a cigarette. The scent of nicotine brought her solace.

She tilted her head to glance at Lan Yening lying beside her.

The boy’s black hair fell loosely over his forehead, his facial features as strikingly beautiful as dew-drenched roses.

Zhang Shuya had a particular fondness for long faces—for this body.

"Awake?"

There was little emotion in Zhang Shuya’s tone.

Before Lan Yening could respond, she continued, "Xiao Ning, some things are better left as thoughts—don’t act against your promises."

Lan Yening responded with a compliant, cat-like demeanor.

"Sister Shuya, has someone been talking about me behind my back to you?"

"I have ears and eyes. I hear and see things myself."

Zhang Shuya stood up gracefully, the sunlight through the window framing her oil-painting-like silhouette.

She elegantly took a drag from her cigarette and walked toward the window.

Lan Yening frowned slightly, his face a picture of puzzlement.

He knew the room was filled with hidden cameras and that he couldn’t afford to act rashly.

"I know you like Ye Yuwei from Big Ship."

"Sister Shuya..."

Lan Yening was internally shaken but outwardly displayed a look of helpless indignation.

"Sister Shuya, I know her—you know that. But there’s nothing between us."

"Back then, she was just a little idol, and I was just a laborer. How could there be anything?"

Lan Yening looked as though he had been terribly wronged.

Zhang Shuya chuckled coldly, turning around, her eyes sharp like frosty stars: "Remember this—you’re nothing but a toy in my hand. Don’t make any stupid moves."

Lan Yening’s heart burned with rage, but outwardly, he wore an expression of meek grievance, his eyes even reddening as if tears threatened to fall.

Zhang Shuya smiled faintly, her expression shifting, and picked up a small, delicate box from the clothes on the floor: "A gift for you."

Lan Yening opened it to find a high-end Omega watch.

"Thank you, Sister Shuya. I’ll always stay by your side."

"Haha, that’s better. You should know, in this industry, that Ye Yuwei—who knows how many hands she’s been passed through, how much she’s been toyed with to get where she is now."

Zhang Shuya’s words pierced Lan Yening deeply, though he remained powerless to refute them.

In truth, this thought had crossed his mind as well.