CEO's Sweetheart is a Super Idol-Chapter 411 - 403 Xiao Li

Hotel

Li Jiaqi was chatting with fans about funny anecdotes from her life in the private streaming room.

"Jiaqi, is acting boring?"

"Not really, acting is actually pretty fun."

"Jiaqi, you look a bit tired. Do you want to take a break?"

"Thanks for your concern. Honestly, I can’t sleep, so I just want to chat with you all."

The fans kept checking on her well-being, cracking light-hearted jokes.

Li Jiaqi, though wanting to turn off the stream and rest quietly, kept up the perfect facade of professionalism.

After all, at her core, she was still an idol, reliant on her fans for support in acting and every other endeavor.

Ring! Ring!

Her private phone suddenly rang.

"Hello!"

"Hello, are you Li Jiaqi?"

Hearing the formal tone, she immediately muted the microphone of the streaming device: "Who’s this?"

"I want to tell you something—your mom is dead."

The voice was gentle, polite, even tinged with laughter.

"Go..." Li Jiaqi’s rage surged, but she held back her impulse to curse and hung up the call.

Just as she hung up, a text arrived from the same number: "I know where you’re staying. You’re at Room 302, Star Moon Hotel. It’s a standard room, and you’re wearing light blue pajamas."

"You’re watching my stream? Are you a stalker?" Li Jiaqi instantly realized.

"Haha, I’m watching, but all I see are blurs and ugliness."

"I work in a research institute specializing in curing vile diseases and performing surgeries. Why not volunteer for a medical experiment? You want fame, right? Then I’ll perform the surgery in front of the global audience."

The maliciousness of the texts was beyond belief. Li Jiaqi’s blood pressure spiked, and her fiery eyes burned with fury. If this person were in front of her, she wouldn’t hesitate to tear them to pieces.

She blocked the number and forced herself to act unaffected while continuing to chat with her fans.

She didn’t want the hater, also watching her stream, to feel triumphant.

Another text message notification popped up.

Having blocked the earlier number, she assumed it was from someone else.

"It’s me, it’s me, it’s still me. Why aren’t you crying?"

"Your acting sucks, the only thing you know is how to act pitiful."

"Do you know how disgusting you are? You reek of filth, so bad that your cheap clothes can’t mask it."

Li Jiaqi continued to block the numbers and resumed her stream.

The stalker relentlessly switched between over ten different phone numbers to send texts and make calls.

Fans in the streaming room began sensing something was wrong.

Li Jiaqi’s eyes were now reddened, her whole demeanor visibly deteriorating.

Questions flooded the comment feed, asking what was going on.

"This is my livestream. I don’t want my account to be banned or people to say I’m an uncultured celebrity."

"While celebrities can face criticism, even insults, I hope such feedback comes from kindness and does not involve demeaning someone or their family."

Li Jiaqi was overwhelmed with grief, scarcely able to articulate her feelings clearly, struggling to suppress her emotions and steady her tone.

Fans on the other side of the screen were shocked; what was happening? Everything had seemed fine just moments ago!

"...Earlier... Someone—a hater—used multiple phone numbers to send me hundreds of texts and make dozens of calls. What they said—I can’t repeat it... I’ll share some screenshots so you can see."

Li Jiaqi uploaded the filtered screenshots of the hateful texts, removing the most sensitive words.

Still, everyone could infer the nature of the messages.

"Qi Qi, don’t answer unfamiliar calls."

"Sending hugs to Qi Qi. We’re here with you."

"Don’t pay attention to them; delete the texts as soon as you see them."

"Be a decent human! Why treat such a lovely girl like this? Such toxic people are terrifying."

Angered yet mindful, the fans avoided inflammatory remarks to prevent getting banned.

Seeing so many people care for and support her soothed Li Jiaqi’s despair, releasing the flood of stored-up sadness. Tears trickled down; her voice started to falter.

She grabbed a tissue from the box beside her and wiped away the tears pooling around her eyes and ears.

"I know you’re watching me. You want to see me break down, cry uncontrollably, curse you using your own filthy language."

"I won’t do that. But let me tell you—doing evil to others will bring evil back upon yourself."

"What goes around comes around. You’ve harmed me, but one day harm will return to you in another form."

Li Jiaqi’s tone grew calmer as she spoke, yet the mockery in her eyes deepened.

"When you saw me answer your call on stream, you must have been thrilled!"

"You thought you were publicly humiliating me. But you’re mistaken."

"How old are you?"

"For you to act this way, I can bet you’ve accomplished nothing in life and are frequently ridiculed yourself."

At this point, Li Jiaqi didn’t even show overt disdain. Instead, her face displayed pity and helplessness.

Pointing at the screen, she said:

"Everybody’s telling me to call the police, but I don’t think it’s necessary."

"Because, as I’ve said, the harm you’ve caused me will find its way back to you."

As she spoke, Li Jiaqi’s hand gripped her phone tightly.

It had vibrated continuously before, but now it had stopped altogether.

She knew she’d won—at least this round belonged to her.

Meanwhile, in a sparsely decorated but spacious room, Xiao Li smashed the oldest model of a mobile phone to pieces.

The flesh of her ugly, chubby face trembled violently, her narrow eyes emitting venomous hatred like a snake.

Her yellowed teeth, ruined by carbonated drinks, ground together audibly.

Li Jiaqi’s words had truly struck a nerve.

Initially, Xiao Li just wanted to teach this attention-seeking girl a lesson, but now she felt driven to murder her.

"Li Jiaqi, apart from that face you sell, what else do you even have?"

"No acting skills, no education—what makes you better than me? Weren’t you just prostituting your way to success?"

"I’ll destroy you. I’ll rip that stinking face of yours to shreds."

Xiao Li picked up the pendant on the table.

This was her rented room, although Su Xiaoya had offered to let her stay at her home.

Xiao Li had insisted on renting her own place, hiding a part of her life she couldn’t let Su Xiaoya see.

Su Xiaoya mistakenly attributed this to Xiao Li’s sense of pride and even gave her money as help.

Beyond renting a room and buying essentials, Xiao Li had spent heavily on merchandise featuring Lan Yening.

She also bought many old phones and registered countless burner cards—these were her "weapons."

"Dirty little thing, I’m going to give you a big surprise."

Earlier today, Xiao Li had tested the waters with Su Xiaoya, who dismissed the possibility of Lan Yening having anything to do with Li Jiaqi.

Su Xiaoya warned her not to act rashly without evidence.

But Xiao Li had reached her breaking point.