CEO's Sweetheart is a Super Idol-Chapter 363 - 355: Wanting to Leave the Village
Outside the villa
Su Xiaoya and Xiao Li were sitting in the car eating breakfast.
"Xiao Li, Xiao Ning’s boss is already so old. Do you think they..."
"That’s why we need to wait! Yesterday we lost track of Xiao Ning but saw his boss’s car driving into this villa. I’ve always felt that something is strange."
"Then let’s wait and see!"
Su Xiaoya felt like she was going insane, actually stalking Lan Yening with Xiao Li.
Yesterday, they followed a car only to find that Lan Yening wasn’t in his van.
Later, they discovered his boss’s car nearby.
Out of curiosity, they followed the car and ended up at this villa.
Xiao Li insisted that something must be going on.
To Su Xiaoya, this felt like the behavior of a "cult-like fan."
But she couldn’t resist Xiao Li’s persuasion. Over this period, the two had formed a bond of friendship that Su Xiaoya had never felt before. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂
After nearly an entire night of waiting, they finally saw Zhang Shuya’s car leaving the villa.
Su Xiaoya drove to follow it while Xiao Li stayed behind.
However, the final result was that Lan Yening was neither in Zhang Shuya’s car nor did he leave the villa, yet he attended an event later that day.
The two finally dispelled their doubts.
Galaxy Theater
Yu Qingjia was feeling annoyed today because, during her performance, some fans noticed a kiss mark on the back of her neck.
The fans jeered playfully, but the mood among the other idols on stage was much more complex.
Since the captain and Li Jiaqi had left the village, Yu Qingjia, hailed as the "Galaxy Sage," hadn’t had a CP partner.
These girls were always waiting, watching for an opportunity to get close to Yu Qingjia.
Rumor had it that whoever paired up with her could leave the village.
No one expected that someone would be bold enough to openly claim such coveted "Tang Monk meat."
"Actually, I was just marking my territory earlier because I believe I’m the best match for Sister Qingjia in the group right now." Wang Yiran’s audacious declaration shocked everyone.
Everyone knew her as the reigning "Ming-Yue Queen," but few expected her to be so brazen and uninhibited.
Though she held the title of "Ming-Yue Queen," she had only just entered the top seven in the last general election.
Yu Qingjia, on the other hand, was part of the top trio, which meant Wang Yiran didn’t fear accusations of clinging for fame.
"Heh! Sister Yiran, you’re certainly bold!" Zhang Yu said with clear jealousy.
"Even if Sister wants to, she should first check with Jiaqi, our little sister!" Xu Mengchen quipped, her smile not reaching her eyes.
Yu Qingjia smiled at Wang Yiran, but her stunning, moonlit eyes harbored no trace of joy—only hints of irritation.
At that moment, Wang Yiran, who seemed so carefree, let out an enchanting, lilting laugh.
The sound was so alluring, like wild roses swaying against the porcelain-like radiance of her peach-shaped cheek.
"I’m from Ming-Yue, an ancient and untamed land. I simply follow my instincts. I don’t need to ask anyone for permission; I earn my own destiny." Wang Yiran showed no fear.
The fans in the audience went wild. Wang Yiran was too intense!
This was full firepower! Was she aiming to single-handedly take down N Team and seize the vice-captain role?
The other idols were completely dumbstruck, unable to utter a word.
After all, Wang Yiran was part of the top seven—a rank others couldn’t reach.
Yu Qingjia began to laugh, her perfume blending into an aroma reminiscent of rosemary.
"Sister Yiran, I’m committed to a life of serenity and desire nothing but solitary beauty in the world."
"Sister Qingjia, but last night you promised me we’d sing together, side by side."
Wang Yiran suddenly transformed into an adorably clueless "little sister."
This instantly caused an eruption among the crowd, as the other idols on stage stared at Yu Qingjia with looks of shock, confusion, sorrow, and disbelief.
Yu Qingjia, who had been trying to maintain her goddess-like demeanor, nearly snapped on the spot.
She felt as though she’d fallen right into this "Ming-Yue Queen’s" trap.
During their touring days, she’d never felt this girl was so difficult to deal with!
Nevertheless, Yu Qingjia, seasoned in navigating storms and tempests, quickly retorted, "I’m the acting leader of N Team; it’s my duty to guide newcomers like you."
"Alright! Then I’ll follow Sister closely and learn well from you."
Xu Mengchen looked at Wang Yiran, her eyes practically shooting flames.
This woman was outrageously bold.
What she didn’t anticipate was Wang Yiran throwing her a flirtatious wink.
"Sister Mengchen, why are you looking at me like that? You’re making my heart race."
"I, I..."
Xu Mengchen stammered, genuinely at a loss for words.
The fans in the audience, however, were completely engrossed. This was likely the most spectacular theater performance of the year. Many had already uploaded the incident to the "Garden Forum."
Fans across the entire Galaxy fandom were in an uproar.
These past few weeks had been heaven for them. Ye Yuwei debuted, Lu Bingbing and Li Jiaqi skyrocketed in professional success, and the theater performances were becoming increasingly captivating.
But some fans soon sighed, clutching their aching waists, already worrying about the cost of votes needed for upcoming competitions.
Backstage
Yu Qingjia pulled Wang Yiran aside to talk privately.
"Wang Yiran, what exactly are you aiming for? I won’t pretend to be in a CP with you."
Yu Qingjia’s expression was sour, teetering on the edge of anger that her status as a top member restrained.
Wang Yiran’s demeanor turned icy:
"Without a CP, how will you secure that golden cape in next year’s election?"
"Nowadays, Galaxy’s external events are dominated by Sister Juzi, Li Jiaqi, and Lu Bingbing."
"Oh, and also those who’ve been admitted into the top three schools—’Xiao Min’ and ’Lily.’"
Wang Yiran’s words made Yu Qingjia’s expression turn serious, her face showing contemplation.
"The leftover crumbs only reach us in the supposed top seven," Wang Yiran continued.
"How much do you think will truly be left over?"
"If there’s bitterness in your heart, I can always find someone else. But I refuse to remain a mere voice-puppet at this theater, draining fans dry."
At that moment, Yu Qingjia began to see Wang Yiran in a new light. Indeed, no member who ascended to the top seven lacked sharp intelligence.
"Why did you choose me for a CP partnership?" Yu Qingjia went straight to the point.
"Firstly, I find you appealing. Secondly, everyone else either already has a CP or wouldn’t create the spark we need."
Wang Yiran stepped closer, tilting herself toward Yu Qingjia.
"I know N Team has a lingering ’orange flavor,’ passed down from the captain onward. Perhaps if you leave, I might even become the next captain."
The aggressive tone in Wang Yiran’s words left Yu Qingjia slightly short of breath.
Li Jiaqi had left her nearly two months ago.
"So, what do you say? Acting leader, care to give it a try?"
"You—what are you talking about..."
"I’m talking about trying to create a CP."
Wang Yiran flashed a devilish grin, the curve of her bright red lips suggestive and wild.
Rong City, a certain hotel
Li Jiaqi had just removed her makeup and was about to rest.
Today, she was here shooting the cover of a magazine, introduced to her by Director Hu.
Li Jiaqi felt that Director Hu was extremely kind. If only she could work with such a powerful figure in the film industry, her resources would never be a concern.
Knock knock
Li Jiaqi received a text message.
She saw it was from the magazine’s editor-in-chief she’d met earlier today.
"So, are we considered acquaintances now?"
Li Jiaqi stared at the screen, puzzled. What did this mean? Had she done something inappropriate earlier?
She wouldn’t dare offend the editor-in-chief, as the magazine held decent influence in the fashion world.
"Sister Zou, of course, I consider myself lucky to have met you. Thank you for selecting me."
Li Jiaqi expected a courteous response but was instead met with the same ambiguous inquiry from before.
This left her thoroughly at a loss.
She wanted to reply but feared offending the editor. She pondered deeply before forwarding the exchange to Director Hu.
"Ignore her. She’s trying to take advantage of you."
Seeing Director Hu’s reply, Li Jiaqi broke into a cold sweat.
No wonder the editor had mentioned earlier at dinner that she was seated too far from him.
Li Jiaqi felt her hackles rise and immediately shut off her phone, curling up in bed.
After thinking it over, she still felt unsafe, so she woke her assistant, packed up, and moved to a hotel near the airport.
She didn’t dare reject people outright; her only recourse was to avoid the problem altogether.
