CEO's Sweetheart is a Super Idol-Chapter 440 - 432: Feigning Retreat to Lure the Enemy
The atmosphere in the private room seemed somewhat awkward.
Wan Kai found an excuse to leave first, followed by Zhou Dan and Wu Hao.
Although Meng Meixuan didn’t really want to leave, she knew her presence here would only be unwelcome.
"Yezi, any plans recently?" Wu Jingxiang’s gentle voice sounded like leaves falling on the surface of a lake.
"Just going along with what the company arranges." Ye Yuwei instinctively brushed her bangs off her forehead.
Wu Jingxiang was immediately captivated by the motion of her arm lifting, her slender fingers rotating.
Such soft and delicate hands—they reminded him of the graceful gestures of the goddess depicted in the Dunhuang murals as she danced.
"You still need to communicate with the company and set a clear development plan for yourself."
"I’d like to, but you know, I don’t have anything particularly outstanding—just a singing and dancing idol."
After the initial awkwardness, Ye Yuwei realized she unconsciously opened up and shared her feelings with this former teacher.
"You have great qualities—singing, dancing, acting, your appearance—they’re all rather good." Wu Jingxiang smiled and continued, "I’ve watched your team’s little variety show; your living conditions aren’t bad."
"They’re quite decent, but we only have two years, and a quarter has already passed."
Wu Jingxiang noticed the flash of perplexity and worry in Ye Yuwei’s beautiful eyes.
He knew she was fretting about the possibility of her group disbanding and her remaining unnoticed, reverting back to square one.
Wu Jingxiang sighed inwardly: "The environment changes people. After experiencing luxury and fame, how many can return to normalcy with a calm heart?"
With an increasingly comforting and gentle smile, he ironically laughed at his earlier impatience and rough tactics.
"I hadn’t realized your team has already been together for that long."
"That girl in your group, Lv Fangxin, is quite interesting. She said she wants to save up to buy a house for herself."
Wu Jingxiang’s words made Ye Yuwei’s heart tighten. "Fangxin is just a very pure girl."
Wu Jingxiang’s lips curled into a faint smile, but he refrained from delving into the topic further.
However, he didn’t agree with Ye Yuwei’s assessment. In his eyes, that "village belle" was quite savvy about human interactions.
Her biggest weakness was her lack of social experience.
Although Ye Yuwei had a clear perspective on many things, she couldn’t let go of the facade of being an idol.
"Yuwei, your dancing is getting better and better."
"I’ve been practicing Huaxia dance recently. I want to make a technical breakthrough. I really have to thank you for introducing me to it back then."
"I adore classical dance—it’s elegant and emotionally stirring."
"That’s what I like about it, too. Look!"
Ye Yuwei’s smile bloomed like a flower. She raised her arms, tilted her body slightly, and struck a dance pose that looked like a vivid and captivating painting: "But there’s not much opportunity to use it—usually only on grand stages."
Seeing Ye Yuwei’s slightly despondent expression, Wu Jingxiang smiled and said, "Why don’t you come to the ’National Style Ceremony’ in a while?"
"Ah! Teacher Wu, I actually don’t..."
"I know. This National Style Ceremony primarily promotes traditional culture and Hanfu. As one of the major investors, I want to invite some influential young talent to perform."
"Haha! Teacher Wu, why do you sound so old-fashioned when you talk about this? You’re a young person, too."
Wu Jingxiang couldn’t help laughing; this obedient Ye Yuwei was still quite endearing.
Suppressing the stirring in his heart, he took a hearty sip of the Rémy Martin on the table.
"I’ll need to practice properly during this time. Otherwise, I’ll make a fool of myself there."
"You just have to stand on the stage—you’d look like an ancient painting. Even if you don’t dance, you’d still draw cheers."
"Teacher Wu, you’re praising me to the point that I’m blushing. I’m not nearly as charming as you say."
Ye Yuwei’s laughter was sweet and captivating, her eyes tender like flowing water.
Wu Jingxiang’s heart rippled. This girl was simply born with a natural allure; every inch of her skin exuded a fatal temptation.
A year ago, she still seemed rather naive, but now she shone like the full moon in the sky, evoking endless imagination.
"Yezi, you’ve become even more mature during this period."
"I’d still prefer to be a little girl—that way, I could live carefree."
"Then just always be a little princess."
"But I don’t have a castle, nor a princess’s beautiful clothes."
Looking at Wu Jingxiang, Ye Yuwei felt as though the caring Teacher Wu from before had returned.
She thoroughly enjoyed and loved this kind of elder-sister-like affection.
"Yezi, it’s getting late—go back and rest!"
"Alright!"
Ye Yuwei felt a hint of disappointment; she had hoped they could chat a bit longer.
In this city, there were too few people she could talk to like this.
After Wu Jingxiang signed the bill, the two walked out together.
"Yezi, I have a book for you." Waiting at the door, the bodyguard handed over an exquisite little bag.
"’Fireworks Alley.’" Ye Yuwei gently stroked the smooth, high-quality cover.
"I’ve been reading it recently—you should check it out. The protagonist reminds me a lot of you."
Ye Yuwei’s heart stirred—was Wu Jingxiang trying to hint at something?
"Mm! I’ll be sure to read it. Thank you, Teacher Wu."
"Yezi, I’ve called a car for you. I won’t escort you home."
"Thank you!"
Ye Yuwei knew he was avoiding any potential gossip—it wouldn’t be good if the media captured their interaction.
Watching Ye Yuwei’s departing figure, Wu Jingxiang’s gaze lingered on her graceful and soft silhouette.
Galaxy
Li Jiaqi sat upright in the office.
Shen Xing sat across from her, holding a steaming cup of tea.
"Jiaqi, I know you still want to act in a few more high-quality dramas, but exposure is also crucial."
"Mr. Shen, I understand, but I really don’t want to take on those small web dramas. Besides, that genre doesn’t suit my image."
At this moment, Li Jiaqi was suppressing her anger.
Zhang Yuzhe’s shameless demands and Ye Yuwei’s "distance" hadn’t yet crushed the last line of defense in her heart.
She thought she had some fame in the industry and, with effort, might be able to advance further.
Unexpectedly, the company now wanted her to shoot a self-produced comedy web drama.
The kind targeted at mobile phone users, short and insignificant.
"Mr. Shen, I just collaborated with Xiao Ning on a highly-produced drama. If I take on something like this now, my value will drop," Li Jiaqi explained patiently.
Lan Yening was a hot sensation—her drama was sure to garner major attention, possibly even go viral.
Right now, it was the absolute wrong time to take on something mediocre.
Shen Xing smiled.
"Jiaqi, we’re aware of that."
"But the release of that drama has encountered scheduling issues. The streaming platform has put it on hold."
Li Jiaqi froze upon hearing this, sitting there dumbfounded. Shen Xing continued:
"So, the company wants you to work on a few web dramas and give some newcomers a chance to shine."
"Once that drama airs, the work we’ve invested in will gain traction."
Li Jiaqi seemed to snap back to reality. She abruptly stood up: "How could there be issues with the schedule?"
"President Zhang said it’s a scheduling matter; they’re anxious, too. After all, they want to leverage Lan Yening’s heat to promote the drama." Shen Xing took a sip of tea and showed a helpless expression.
Shen Xing felt a growing dissatisfaction with Li Jiaqi.
Although the company’s self-produced dramas weren’t heavily funded, they were still valuable resources.
Plenty of small idols would kill for the opportunity—but this time, the company had decided to push her hard and offered her two projects.
The condition? To mentor some newcomers. Clearly, Li Jiaqi neither wanted to guide nor valued the opportunity.
Looking at the pale-faced Li Jiaqi, Shen Xing suddenly thought of Little Juzi.
Back then, that frail girl had a similar expression.
