CEO's Sweetheart is a Super Idol-Chapter 458 - 450: Knocking on the Wall Fans

The night was silent and still.

Zhang Zijing was away participating in a variety show.

Yuwei drank a large glass of warm water and went to take a shower.

When she came out, she noticed several new bottles of cosmetics on the table.

She picked them up to take a look and then put them back. They were all from sponsors.

Ever since the group gained popularity, she finally understood what it meant to have decision-making anxiety.

Sponsors would send over piles of cosmetics, clothes, jewelry, and similar items.

Most of the time, they didn’t even use them and just gave them away casually.

Take Lv Fangxin, the most famous member of their group, for instance.

During one variety show shoot, her assistant picked out more than 200,000 yuan worth of items, leaving the assistant dumbfounded.

Unexpectedly, the production team paid for everything—they just wanted to cater to her and ensure smooth filming.

Many people say that once someone becomes a star, they lose their connection to ordinary life.

Under such a luxurious lifestyle, how many can genuinely stay grounded?

Wiping her hair, Yuwei moved to pull the inner layer of thick curtains closed when she suddenly noticed a small drone flying by in the distance.

Startled, she pretended to calmly draw the curtains.

Sure enough, the drone passed by the window across from hers again.

She was certain someone was secretly filming them.

With modern technology advancing rapidly, remote cameras—including night vision and X-ray-capable ones—were becoming increasingly common.

These specialized filming gadgets brought immense trouble to them.

Because their attire at some events was often quite revealing.

This sort of drone surveillance wasn’t uncommon either.

Without showing any emotion, she firmly closed the curtains and chose to call the police directly, then informed the company.

Two hours later

All the members who were still at the villa gathered in the living room.

"This is just too terrifying. From now on, not just the windows, but we can’t even open the curtains," Jiang Mengqi said, sipping lemon tea, her adorable face filled with worry.

"Where did that twisted individual come from?" Li Zimeng asked for once.

Everyone fell silent for a moment. Cases of people sneaking into their public lodging to spy on them were usually fan-related.

"Apparently, it was a group fan. She secretly filmed every one of us," Yuwei broke the awkward silence.

"These people are absolutely insane. Why are they so interested in our privacy?" Meng Meixuan said pitifully, frustrated.

She was genuinely scared that this person might also be her fan—the previous incident hadn’t been resolved yet!

"Everyone must be extra cautious when going out. Fame attracts trouble, and there are countless people watching us," Yuwei reminded them, feeling equally distressed herself.

She’d already been privately warned by an ardent fan that a few notorious "toxins" from Galaxy’s fandom were targeting her.

She knew who these people were—infamous in the Galaxy fan circle.

They were the ones barred even from entering theaters—proper fans would beat them up if seen.

These "toxins" were relentless; once they set their sights on someone, it was nearly impossible to shake them off.

This time, the person who used a drone to film was Lv Fangxin’s fan.

It was unclear why they chose to spy on them while Fangxin herself wasn’t around.

At a certain hotel

Just as Lv Fangxin was about to lie down, the doorbell suddenly rang.

She got up and looked through the peephole, finding no one outside.

"Maybe they came to the wrong room!" She returned to bed, but less than five minutes later, the doorbell rang again.

Annoyed, she threw off the covers and walked over again, only to find no one there.

"Someone’s doing this on purpose."

Seeing that it was already midnight, Fangxin decided against waking her assistant in the adjacent room.

She didn’t leave the door but kept her eyes glued to the peephole.

The carpeted hallway, dimly lit, was eerily silent.

Fangxin felt a wave of cold wash over her, her heart pounding fast.

Fifteen minutes later, there was still no movement.

She eventually went back to bed and lay down again.

Bang! Bang!

Suddenly, violent pounding noises came from the adjacent room’s wall, accompanied by indecent sounds.

The noises seemed to be created by someone pressing against the wall.

"Ah!"

Fangxin let out a faint scream, covered her ears, and burrowed into the blankets.

The pounding grew more frantic, and the sounds became even weirder.

Five minutes later, everything went silent.

With a face full of terror, Fangxin slowly let go of her hands, but less than five minutes later, the noises resumed.

Unable to tolerate it anymore, she grabbed her phone and tried to call Yuwei for help.

There was no answer, so she started scrolling through her phone, looking for ways to deal with such behavior.

In doing so, she stumbled upon the news that her group was trending online again—it was late, and yet they were still viral. She couldn’t believe it.

After reading the posts, she shrank into the corner of the bed with resignation. What’s wrong with these people?

Why keep chasing after her and her groupmates?

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and finally, she vented it all on Weibo:

I know you like me very much.

I really appreciate it.

But please stop pounding on the walls.

Please stop ringing the doorbell.

Please don’t make strange noises anymore.

It’s 2:30 AM now.

I need rest, and you should get some sleep too.

Thanks.

She ended the post with a hand-heart gesture.

Ten minutes after posting her Weibo, the sounds from the adjacent room stopped.

Fangxin started drifting off to sleep.

She knew her post would stir up controversy, but she didn’t expect it to gain so much attention.

Ring! Ring!

The doorbell suddenly rang again, and Fangxin begrudgingly opened her eyes. The room was faintly lit.

"Damn it! This never ends!" Completely enraged, she grabbed a shoe and stormed to the door.

She swung the door open, only to find her assistant standing there.

"F-Fangxin!"

The bespectacled assistant was so frightened by Fangxin’s glare that she nearly collapsed in terror.

Fangxin’s hair was disheveled like straw, two buttons on her pajamas were undone, and she looked utterly menacing.

"Why is it you? Why are you here this early?"

"Mr. Zhou sent me. He said you might’ve encountered a ’toxin,’ so I came to check on you."

"Ah! I’m going crazy! I just want to sleep!" Fangxin stormed back to the bedroom and dropped onto the bed heavily.

The assistant cautiously approached her:

"I’ve already contacted the hotel; the evidence has been preserved."

"The company’s stance is that, given how many incidents there are right now, we shouldn’t mention this matter anymore."

Eyes closed, Fangxin wriggled further into bed: "As long as I can sleep, do whatever!"

"Also, Mr. Zhou said you must run future Weibo posts through the team first."

"...Fine!"

"We need to leave for the recording site in two hours; makeup starts an hour before that."

This time, the assistant didn’t get a reply—only the sound of Fangxin’s snores.

Looking at her fair, long legs, the assistant couldn’t help swallowing nervously.

She picked up a blanket and covered Fangxin.

Fangxin slept deeply, unaware of the storm raging on Weibo.

"We must firmly oppose stalkers and protect Fangxin offline!"

"Fangxin’s emotional intelligence is off the charts! Even in this situation, she managed to stay composed and reminded the stalker to rest well. If I were her, I’d lose it and beat the stalker to a pulp!"

"She’s so kind and gentle, giving that person a chance to correct their mistakes. Truly admirable!"

However, many anti-fans accused her of stirring up drama.

Some claimed these incidents—the villa creeper and now her harassment—were orchestrated for publicity.

All in all, anyone following the group was discussing these two incidents.

The fallout resulted in a massive online war between factions.

People hurled insults and attacked each other, but amid all this chaos, no one tolerated the actions of those "toxins."

Soon, people began investigating whether Fangxin’s claims were true.