CEO's Sweetheart is a Super Idol-Chapter 393 - 385 Dangerous Moment

"Hello, Mr. Wu!" Fu Xiaoyu walked over and proactively extended her hand.

"Hello." Wu Jingxiang simply shook her hand out of courtesy.

"Yuyei, I’m leaving now. I hope the filming of this project goes smoothly for you. If you have any requests, feel free to communicate them with the producers." After finishing this sentence, Wu Jingxiang set down her cup and left the room.

"Oh my God! Yuwei, this drama is being primarily funded by the Wu family." Fu Xiaoyu looked at her teammate with a complex expression, feeling a sourness rise in her heart.

She knew she wasn’t very popular. The reason she got this opportunity to perform on the big screen was because Penguin was trying to stabilize morale within the group and compensate her.

Otherwise, as a fringe member like her, Penguin could have completely ignored her.

It was only after joining the production that she realized this resource was surprisingly good—even the male lead was a famous young actor, so she cherished it greatly.

But now, it seemed highly likely that the reason they received such a resource was because Wu Jingxiang wanted Ye Yuwei. She herself was merely incidental.

Thus, Fu Xiaoyu couldn’t help but feel deep-seated disappointment and envy.

"Yuwei, I think Mr. Wu is really beautiful." Fu Xiaoyu tentatively said.

Ye Yuwei could only smile bitterly in her heart. If she knew Wu Jingxiang’s true identity, she probably wouldn’t say such a thing!

"Mr. Wu has always been kind. My acquaintance with her is merely coincidence." Ye Yuwei replied, then smiled and said, "Xiaoyu, I’m a bit hungry. Let’s go grab something to eat!"

She said this to steer the conversation away from Wu Jingxiang.

Fu Xiaoyu was highly perceptive and immediately understood Ye Yuwei’s intentions.

She felt a bit disappointed and self-pitying. With all her qualities, why was there no one to support her?

Garden Villa

Dressed in luxurious silk sleepwear, Zhang Shuya sat before her vanity table.

The bright mirror reflected her figure.

At this moment, her mood was heavy—she had tried everything to make herself look younger.

But once her makeup was removed, the mirror still showed a face with skin that had lost its luster, eyes devoid of the vibrancy of youth.

She let out a long sigh, picked up a cigarette and lighter from the table, lit it, and a curl of blue smoke wafted up softly.

Her vision felt as though it was veiled, and those fine wrinkles in the mirror couldn’t be clearly seen.

Perhaps only those young men were her elixir of life, the ones who could make her still feel the vitality of her years.

At this moment, Lan Yening, who had just taken a shower, walked in.

His tall and elegant figure, strikingly handsome and refined features—he appeared as pristine as a Kunlun Mountain snow lotus flower, yet in reality, he was just a puppy she could toy with as she pleased.

"What’s the matter? Something on your mind?" Lan Yening smiled faintly, soft ripples surfacing in his eyes.

"Nothing, just felt like smoking," Zhang Shuya replied casually, her eyes trained tightly on him.

Wrapped in a bath towel, holding a towel in his hand, Lan Yening continued drying his hair.

"Want a drink? We worked up quite a sweat just now."

"Sure, bring me a glass of tequila."

The room’s light gently diffused, and Lan Yening’s physique seemed to radiate boundless allure.

Young, innocent boys could no longer captivate her. Right now, Lan Yening was like a candy that could awaken all kinds of fantasies, stirring powerful emotions within her.

Zhang Shuya took the glass he handed her and downed a big gulp. The fiery taste filled her mouth, making every hair on her body stand on end.

"Night is such a mystical time, as if it releases all the essence accumulated in nature during the day and influences people’s emotions and minds."

"Why so much sentimentality today?"

"No particular reason. I’m just expressing how I feel."

After finishing the drink, Zhang Shuya emptied her glass and walked up to Lan Yening.

"Xiao Ning, am I old now? No longer like those girls with tender skin."

"Shuya, you’re still young—you’re the center of attention wherever you go."

"Haha! The focus isn’t on me but on my money and power, isn’t it?"

Zhang Shuya chuckled, her expression becoming somewhat agitated.

"I understand this industry—there are far too many flowers to choose from. You, on the other hand, are so young, so charming, so full of experiences."

Lan Yening felt a chill down his spine. When Zhang Shuya’s hand touched his face, it felt like the claw of a devil, as though it might tear him apart.

"Shuya, I understand the boundaries. I won’t betray you."

"I know you wouldn’t dare, nor should you be afraid of me. I’m just... just feeling a little sad."

"If you’re sad, let me soothe your sorrowful heart."

Lan Yening’s voice was as soft as a feather, stirring Zhang Shuya’s heartstrings.

"Haha, haha—" 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

After everything settled down, Zhang Shuya lay motionless, utterly exhausted.

She felt anger at her own fatigue—she hadn’t used to be like this.

If this continued, she’d eventually have her will completely controlled by this little puppy, lost in the world of pleasure, perhaps even dragged into the abyss of death.

She understood this boy who catered to her every whim and cared for her meticulously, yet she also knew what he truly thought. If given the chance, he would tear her apart.

In the past, boys like him would only last six months before she kicked them out.

If they didn’t cross her bottom line, she’d cripple them and let them leave; if they did, their fate would be the same as those men in the basement.

But now, inexplicably, she felt a dependency, wanting him to stay by her side longer.

As Zhang Shuya contemplated, Lan Yening turned his heated body toward her.

"Shuya, you seem to really have something on your mind—is it about me?"

"... Xiao Ning, have you ever—just for a moment—liked me?"

Zhang Shuya’s expression remained unchanged, but her heart churned like a storm.

"Don’t lie to me—I can tell."

Lan Yening brought his face closer and locked eyes with her.

"I didn’t before because I thought we were just a transaction."

"But after everything I’ve experienced in this industry..."

"I realized how naive my earlier thoughts were. Love between men and women isn’t defined by age or appearance."

Zhang Shuya also stared at him—his eyes were as clear as the azure sky.

"Then what do you think love between a man and a woman is now?"

"It’s about compatibility. I want to be with you."

"Do you really think we’re compatible? I’m 18 years older than you."

Lan Yening laughed. "Why do you think being 18 years older makes us incompatible?"

"Because I’m aging—no matter how well I take care of myself, I can’t hide it."

"Don’t think so lowly of yourself."

"I don’t want to, but the reflection in the mirror is real. Each time, I notice new wrinkles, my skin loosening, and my makeup becoming harder to apply."

"I’ll grow old too. A few years from now, maybe you won’t want to see me anymore."

Lan Yening’s words struck a chord with Zhang Shuya—indeed, everyone ages.

"Shuya, right now you have a grace and charm those young girls don’t."

"That’s thanks to the lack of indulgence—I’ve changed."

Zhang Shuya pushed Lan Yening slightly, making him look at her.

"Take a good look at me. Remember my current appearance—my hair still shines, my skin is still supple..."

Lan Yening instinctively clasped Zhang Shuya’s hand. Her tone softened, "I want you to remember me as I am now."

"Shuya, our beautiful days will last forever."

"Haha, Xiao Ning, I’ve had so many men, but you’re the one who understands me best."

Zhang Shuya wrapped her arms around Lan Yening’s neck, her eyes flashing with a light of affection.

Lan Yening returned her smile, but his heart was as cold as ice.

He knew he had just taken a stroll past death’s door.

Zhang Shuya was right about one thing—he understood her better than anyone.

She had already felt her emotions starting to slip out of control, which meant she’d soon extinguish them.

Given Zhang Shuya’s usual behavior, she would undoubtedly dispose of him.

Though such actions would harm her significantly, considering he was a valuable asset to her.

She surely hadn’t expected herself to fall so quickly.

However, letting the situation develop was the most dangerous option. People like Zhang Shuya, once they truly fell for someone, weren’t far from death.