CEO's Sweetheart is a Super Idol-Chapter 399 - 391: A World for Two

"What does he do?"

"That gatherer couldn’t find anything concrete, but she said under no circumstances should we get involved with that person."

"I need to tell Jiaqi."

Before Yu Qingjia could leave, Wang Yiran grabbed her tightly.

"Let go of me!" Struggling, Yu Qingjia was astonished to find Wang Yiran’s strength so great, her arms felt like iron clamps.

"If you go, you’ll only destroy yourself. Even the company won’t be able to protect you."

"Yu Qingjia, you’re 23 years old this year."

"For idols, the best years are almost over."

Wang Yiran’s words brought Yu Qingjia out of her excitement and into calm.

"You joined the group at 18 and endured until achieving your current status. How much suffering have you been through?"

"Are you really willing to give up everything like this?"

"Li Jiaqi has her own destiny. You two are already in entirely different worlds now."

Yiran’s words hit her heart like a heavy blow.

She hated her own weakness and hesitation. Li Jiaqi had truly been a friend who entered the depths of her soul.

Yet, all these years of effort, all that youthful time, she couldn’t bear to let it go.

"Qingjia, let’s do this properly together and forge a path forward."

"I’ll never leave you lonely and alone. Even if we don’t make it, when graduation day comes, we can still rely on each other."

Wang Yiran’s voice was like the song of a siren, swirling around Qingjia’s ears, mingling with the familiar scent of lavender.

Lost in their individual thoughts, neither of them noticed.

Behind the rooftop’s door, a slight crack had unknowingly been left open. A pair of eyes, filled with jealousy and malice, was staring fixedly at them.

At the variety show shooting location

Ye Yuwei and Zhang Zijing were preparing to leave after finishing their own parts.

"Phew! It’s finally over. I’m exhausted," Zhang Zijing said, stretching with a big yawn.

Beside her, Ye Yuwei, tidying up her things, couldn’t help but smile. "Tired already?"

"Yeah! Watching TV before, I thought variety shows were straightforward. It’s just an hour, right? But when you film, you realize, that one hour is the condensed effort of an entire day."

In Zhang Zijing’s clear and bright eyes was an unmistakable sense of "I was so naive back then."

Ye Yuwei couldn’t resist reaching out to pinch her cheek. "It’s just the beginning."

"I’m not scared! Bring on more work!" Zhang Zijing exclaimed dramatically, arms outstretched, then quickly clamped a hand over her mouth, scanning around nervously like a child afraid they’d been caught doing something wrong.

Ye Yuwei burst into laughter. "Zijing, do you know what I like most about you?"

"What? That I’m silly?"

"No, it’s that you know it’s silly and still march ahead with your silliness, immersing yourself entirely in your own little world, having so much fun."

"Hmph!" Zhang Zijing pouted with playful defiance.

Ye Yuwei continued laughing.

Zijing appeared cold and aloof but was in fact pure, straightforward, unpretentious, and fiercely principled.

"I don’t like that insightful smile of yours..."

"Haha, then I’ll cry in front of you every day. Maybe my tears can create a whole new world for you."

"No, I prefer this world as it is now." At this, Zhang Zijing turned more solemn. "Wei, do you remember how much we used to cry back when we were in the base?"

Ye Yuwei chuckled. "It wasn’t that we liked crying. It’s just that emotions ran so deep back then."

The two got into the nanny van and returned to the villa.

Today, it was quiet there; everyone else was attending various schedules.

They turned on the electric grill, got some seafood, vegetables, and white wine, and began their dinner together.

When Zhang Zijing was tipsy and in high spirits, she reached for a guitar and started singing and playing.

She had a formal training background, and her strongest areas were composition and lyric writing.

But it had been a long time since she’d played the guitar, and tipsy as she was, she got a few chords wrong, though she quickly corrected them.

Drinking and singing loudly in the spacious hall, they vented their emotions to their heart’s content.

After some noise and laughter, the two went back upstairs, opening the grand floor-to-ceiling windows to let the wind in.

"The sky outside is so beautiful!"

"Yeah! And the moon is massive..."

Ye Yuwei raised her head, gazing at the moon glowing like a jade plate in the sky.

"In such a massive house, staring at such a massive moon, don’t you feel a little creeped out?"

Zhang Zijing’s voice wavered as she looked up at the moon.

"Haha, do you think we’re only here to shoot horror films?" Ye Yuwei laughed.

"Still, I feel like the moonlight has pierced through me, illuminating every inch of me..." Zhang Zijing murmured softly.

Ye Yuwei couldn’t help but follow that voice, her gaze shifting to Zijing.

"What? Your gaze is so intimidating."

"What’s there to be scared of? I’m looking at the moon goddess!"

Ye Yuwei’s gaze grew bolder, and in her mind flashed an image of a forest nymph.

"The wine is starting to go to my head!"

Zhang Zijing muttered as she returned to her room and entered the bathroom.

Ye Yuwei brewed herself a cup of rose tea and sat there reading.

When Zhang Zijing came out, she turned off the bedside lamp.

The room was instantly enveloped in darkness, with only a faint glow filtering through the moonlit window.

Ye Yuwei sat frozen, quietly watching the moonlight.

Zhang Zijing walked over to the wardrobe and changed into her lily-embroidered silk pajamas.

The sound of the silk rustling seemed to transform her into a nocturnal sprite.

Initially, Ye Yuwei thought the moonlight lacked brightness, but once her eyes adjusted, she could make out the vague contours within the room.

Zhang Zijing possessed an outstanding temperament, her calm demeanor exuding an elegant and restrained charm.

But at that moment, she appeared like a beautiful prey.

"Wei, when did you start paying attention to me?" Zhang Zijing lay down on the bed, her tone as serene as a kitten.

"You’re the one who paid attention to me first." Wei combed her hair with a wooden brush.

"I used to believe it was me, but now I know it wasn’t." Zijing tilted her head.

"When you debuted on stage, I noticed you immediately."

"That early?"

"Yes, because you set off an alarm in my brain."

Zhang Zijing sat up then.

"I never imagined I’d end up like this. It’s because of you."

"No. Everyone has their own fixed pursuits in life."

"Do you regret it then?"

Zhang Zijing’s question made Ye Yuwei turn her head with a puzzled expression. "Regret?"

"Yes, isn’t Fangxin a better match than me?"

"Haha! What’s suitable is always the best. Fangxin has her own friends."

"Wei, being with you makes me happy. I’d want to be your friend for life."

Zhang Zijing’s voice carried sincerity, her eyes seemingly catching the moonlight, making her look astonishingly beautiful.

"Then let’s stay together for life, using our youth to nurture our friendship."

"Haha, yes, with our youth. There are things that, if you don’t do them now, you’ll postpone them to tomorrow, then the day after; eventually, you’ll regret not doing them at all."

Hearing Zijing’s words, Ye Yuwei inexplicably thought of the girls in Galaxy.

She wondered whether, in the future, they’d regret how they’d spent their youth.

Zhang Zijing raised her head slightly. "Wei, I won’t let you regret becoming my friend."

"How could I regret it? These are the most beautiful times!"

Ye Yuwei’s gaze grew unfathomable as she recalled that afternoon when pear blossoms fluttered.

The sun had been warm, and Li Jiaqi lay beside her, speaking similar words; but now, everything had changed.

Who can truly predict the future? Would today’s promises become pale and powerless after tomorrow’s betrayals?

Zhang Zijing’s face glowed with happiness, her purity strikingly unreal, like a flower in full bloom.

It was she who led Ye Yuwei into this inescapable Eden. And reflecting on her own heart, Ye Yuwei found her resolve wavering.