CEO's Sweetheart is a Super Idol-Chapter 398 - 390: Unable to Escape

The next day

The morning sunlight gently woke Jiaqi from her slumber.

Just as she finished washing up and was about to make breakfast, there was a knock on the door.

Curious about who could be knocking so early, she looked through the peephole and saw a girl with shoulder-length hair, wearing a loose T-shirt, exuding a chilling aura.

"It’s her!" Jiaqi sneered as she opened the door.

"Sorry, Jiaqi, am I bothering you?" Wang Yiran’s eyes showed no hint of apology.

"Are you Senior Yiran?"

Jiaqi leaned against the doorframe, asking leisurely while looking at the visitor with a wary eye.

"Yes!"

"Please come in!"

Jiaqi invited her in, not wanting to disturb her neighbors.

Both of them inspected each other upon entering the apartment.

Wang Yiran noticed that the other was slightly taller and had an amazing figure.

This was a woman whose beauty could captivate anyone.

It was Jiaqi’s first time seeing the senior she had only observed from afar; despite having no makeup, her natural beauty was truly impressive and appealing.

"Smoke?"

"No!"

Jiaqi smiled as she lit a cigarette, smoke lightly wafting upwards.

"Many say that women who smoke often hide a shattered heart."

"Hehe! Is that how Senior Yiran talks to everyone?"

Wang Yiran flashed a cold smile; her eyes, like a pair of sharp daggers, glinted with coldness.

She looked around the living room and said:

"Your income must be quite good to afford such a place."

"Many say women in the entertainment industry become complicated."

"You have to find a golden opportunity to live well and get good resources."

Jiaqi’s expression remained unchanged, even in the face of such provocation:

"Is Senior also one of those keyboard warriors, using narrow-minded assumptions to speculate maliciously?"

"Haha! Jiaqi, both of us know whether it’s malicious speculation."

"If you came here just to provoke me, then please leave!"

Jiaqi’s demeanor also turned cold, her tone unfriendly.

"Meow~"

At that moment, a chubby little ginger cat darted out from the bedroom door, curiously looking at the visitor and then at Jiaqi: "Meow~"

"This is the little ginger cat you and Yuwei are raising!"

Upon hearing the name Yuwei, Jiaqi’s composure shattered, her expression darkening.

The little cat seemed to sense its owner’s mood, jumping into her arms and rubbing its furry head against her hand for comfort.

"You should put out the smoke; cats are very sensitive to secondhand smoke, it can make them sick."

"I smoke every day, and my cat is fine."

"Up to you then!"

Wang Yiran no longer continued on this topic.

"I came here to ask you to stop bothering Yu Qingjia."

"Heh, what a joke. Who are you to Sister Qingjia?"

Jiaqi’s lips curled into a mocking smile: "Don’t you notice? She has been haggard recently, but after seeing me she blossoms again."

"Jiaqi, you’re shameless. First with Ye Yuwei, then the team captain, and now Yu Qingjia, you’re really getting around the whole group."

"Is it your first day in the group? The company is like this. If you want everlasting fidelity, you better leave. In Sister Qingjia’s eyes, you’re just a temporary friend!"

"Temporary friends or whatever, don’t you want to avoid her being ruined?"

"What are you saying?"

Wang Yiran handed her phone over, showing a video.

"Someone filmed your matter, capturing a real relationship between you two. If it gets exposed, it won’t just be her who suffers, you’ll be ruined too."

Jiaqi furrowed her brows at the phone, her pupils dilating in shock as she watched something unbelievably frightening.

"Do you see now? I hope you keep your distance from Qingjia."

"Could you send me this photo?"

"...Yes"

After Wang Yiran left, Jiaqi opened her computer and digitally enhanced the photo, finally identifying whose reflection was captured on the café’s glass.

"How could it be? How could this happen?"

She could hardly believe her eyes.

Yu Qingjia, this cult fan, had inadvertently captured someone Jiaqi recognized while filming.

Or rather, unintentionally recorded, and this person was also filming with a camera.

Jiaqi realized that this person was one of Zhang Yuzhe’s subordinates.

Why would he secretly film her? Was Zhang Yuzhe behind it?

Jiaqi’s thoughts spiraled into terror as she shakily picked up a cigarette, lighting it to calm her nerves.

Yet her hands continued to tremble, scattering ashes and embers onto the desk.

What she did not know was that all her actions were clearly visible to the person she feared through a surveillance camera.

Lightly sipping on a tequila, Zhang Yuzhe adjusted his emerald-framed glasses, his sharp and angular post-diet face revealing a hint of malice.

Galaxy

Rooftop of the Living Center

The midday sun almost turned the place into a sizzling griddle.

Wang Yiran faced Yu Qingjia, whose anger made her seem like a lion, undaunted.

"Slap!"

A loud slap landed heavily on Wang Yiran’s face.

The muscles in her face tensed up immediately, pain spreading throughout, leaving five red marks where she was struck.

"Why did you go to her? I already said I wouldn’t see her again."

"Hmph! Because I want you to break it off with her completely."

Wang Yiran’s gaze was sharp as a blade, not backing down as she met Yu Qingjia’s fierce eyes.

"My affairs are none of your concern! We’re through!"

"Through? Is that the last thing you’ll say to me?"

"Yes, you crossed the line. We were just temporary, but you took it too seriously."

Wang Yiran let out a bitter laugh, the stubbornness and fierceness gone from her face: "To you, everything we had was just a show."

"What do you think? We were always a show for the fans." Yu Qingjia’s eyes were as cold as an abyss, without emotion.

"Do you think that fan was the only one spying on you? Jiaqi has been under surveillance for a long time." Wang Yiran gritted her teeth, her eyes bloodshot.

"What are you talking about? Stop making things up." Yu Qingjia grabbed Yiran’s collar, shouting angrily.

"Take a good look at this!" Wang Yiran opened the photo album on her phone.

"See it? This is an enlarged screenshot I made. That day in the café, someone was tailing you, and it wasn’t a fan."

Yu Qingjia snatched the phone: "Who is this?"

"This person’s boss is Zhang Yuzhe, also the boss of Huanhai Entertainment."

"Huanhai Entertainment!"

After thinking for a moment, Yu Qingjia suddenly stepped back, shock and fear on her face.

A hint of satisfaction flickered in Wang Yiran’s heart:

"What do you think it means when a boss sends someone to stalk an invested leading actress?"

"Besides, Zhang Yuzhe is Jiaqi’s biggest fan, under the alias ’Jiaqi’s Pig’."

Yu Qingjia’s dark eyes fixated on Yiran, as if trying to read something from her expression: "How do you know so much?"

"The fan stalking you investigated it and sent me the information."

"Plus, Zhang Yuzhe isn’t involved in legitimate business. It’s only a matter of time before Jiaqi gets into trouble."

This statement only intensified Yu Qingjia’s alarm, sensing a looming great danger.