CEO's Sweetheart is a Super Idol-Chapter 477 - 469: The Wound in the Heart

Galaxy

Yu Qingjia stretched lazily and glanced at her watch. "Did I sleep way too long?"

"Not at all. You went to bed at 3 a.m. yesterday. Taking a nap this afternoon is perfectly reasonable."

Wang Yiran took a big bite of her snail noodles, looking at the former whose eyes were puffy from sleep.

Yesterday, Yu Qingjia had pushed through a late-night filming spree—her first shoot in a year.

"Oh no! My period’s here."

Yu Qingjia looked down at her tight pants and felt the stickiness, visibly disgusted.

"I need to clean up!"

"Wait, take this with you!"

Wang Yiran hurriedly rummaged through the drawers for cleaning fluid and handed it to her.

"Qingjia, wash up thoroughly. Looks like it’s been a while—better not risk an infection."

"Alright, alright. Thanks, my little angel."

"Stop sweet-talking me. I’m heating a basin of water for you to soak your feet, and I’ve got some herbal remedies."

"Sounds great! Let’s soak together later!"

Ten minutes later

The two of them were giggling, reveling in the comfort.

Four snowy white feet slid and nudged against each other in the wooden basin. To this warmth, their hearts brimmed with a tangible happiness.

"Qingjia, I bet I’ll feel lonely tonight."

"Don’t scare me. My period’s just started!"

"I know, I was just joking."

"...Shall I sketch for you instead? You haven’t painted landscapes in ages."

Wang Yiran’s pretty face immediately flushed, her bright eyes shimmering as if ready to spill over. "You’re so annoying!"

Yu Qingjia was overtaken by a forgotten warmth—a sentiment she’d missed.

She saw herself in Wang Yiran, reminiscent of the sacred bond she’d once shared with her elder sister.

Life has its twists and turns. Even in this moment of joy, the specter of separation tomorrow loomed large.

Wang Yiran sensed a sudden somberness in the former. "Qingjia, what’s wrong?"

"Nothing. Just wondering how many days we have left like this—time flows like water, fleeting as the wind."

"Sister Qingjia, don’t bring up such melancholy topics! We’ll take life as it comes. If my looks go, I’ll hide somewhere no one knows me and spend my days watching our performance videos."

Wang Yiran’s words nearly brought tears to Yu Qingjia’s eyes.

Since ancient times, beauty has been fragile, swept away all too quickly by the cruel tides of years.

For idols like them, age weighed heavily on their hearts.

Before turning twenty, birthdays were something to eagerly await.

Once past twenty, birthdays brought a creeping fear. The bright festivities could never mask the quiet despair that only they knew.

"Sister Qingjia, I’ll pour out the water now and buy you some wonton soup to eat."

"Thanks, Yiran!"

"Haha, wait for me!"

Wang Yiran blinked and floated out the door.

The room, which usually felt suffocatingly oppressive, now held an unfamiliar emptiness and loneliness.

Not long after, Wang Yiran returned carrying a bag of wonton soup.

The fragrant aroma of cilantro filled the air—it smelled divine.

"Will eating this make us gain weight? Let’s share it, half-half!"

"Sure!"

Wang Yiran found a bowl, and the two of them happily dug in.

Meow!

The snoozy ginger cat was stirred awake by the enticing aroma.

Wang Yiran offered it a piece of wonton, but the cat sniffed disinterestedly before retreating back to sleep.

"This fat cat—it’s so picky!"

"We should make it exercise; it’s too chubby."

"We could bring in a hamster for it to chase. Otherwise, it’ll never move around."

"Ew, a mouse? No way. If it escapes, I’d be scared to death."

Yu Qingjia shuddered—she was deeply afraid of rodents and bugs.

"Or we could just add weight-loss pills to its drinking water."

"Haha, forget it! If the cat dies from that, we’re doomed."

"Right, I’ll look up better ways for it to slim down."

Wang Yiran started scrolling on her phone and soon became captivated by a headline.

"Tian’ou is launching a major group reality show!"

"A major group reality show?"

"Yeah! Apparently, they’re filming it abroad."

The envy in Wang Yiran’s voice was unmistakable.

Yu Qingjia grabbed the phone to see for herself, and sure enough, Penguin Studios had just announced the show.

The poster featured eleven idols, all stunningly beautiful.

"Hopefully their series isn’t just like ours, where we were sent to rural villages to farm," Wang Yiran quipped.

"We were living the high life once, shooting music videos in Europe. But a lavish group reality show? Never had something like that."

"Sister Qingjia, they’re going abroad for this one. Penguin always goes all out."

"True. Since it’s their first major show, they’re definitely throwing money at it."

Yu Qingjia lingered long on Ye Yuwei’s face in the poster.

Galaxy fans couldn’t quite let go of her.

They often wondered what life would’ve been like if they’d been part of Tian’ou.

The girls of Galaxy adored Tian’ou idols, especially Meng Meixuan and Lv Fangxin.

To them, Meng Meixuan represented grit and perseverance.

Lv Fangxin, on the other hand, symbolized kindness and good fortune.

In truth, they revered Lv Fangxin more—her warmth resonated deeper with their struggles.

Other members of Tian’ou had their admirers too. Ultimately, Galaxy itself was a group of fangirls chasing their dreams.

"Sister Qingjia, I wonder how Tian’ou will produce this show."

"Looks like it’s centered on building their camaraderie."

"Do you think they even have camaraderie?"

Wang Yiran sounded skeptical. She spent her free time browsing their social media pages.

The fans of the eleven idols seemed like sworn enemies—more chaotic than Galaxy fandom ever got.

At least Galaxy’s dramas only erupted following CP fallout. The rest of the time, people were mostly amicable.

"I’ve heard their relationships are quite strong—nothing like the rumors swirling outside," Yu Qingjia commented while sipping her soup.

"Really? They don’t fight for resources or turn against each other?" Wang Yiran was doubtful.

"There’s no point fighting for resources. All the top-tier spots are carried by Lv Fangxin," Yu Qingjia laughed.

"So, you’re saying they don’t even stand a chance to compete?"

"Pretty much. Their management style is different from ours. External clients directly request them by name."

Yu Qingjia paused before adding, "Besides, Penguin Studios has a wealth of resources. Even their flops don’t lack opportunities."

Wang Yiran lowered her spoon and sighed. "Even their flops are stronger than our leading stars."

Yu Qingjia nodded. "What they call ’failing’ is just falling short of diamonds while still earning silver."

"Sister Qingjia, do we have anyone in our group acquainted with them? During that sports event, I wanted all their WeChat contacts."

"Yes, Qiqi has connections in their group."

Wang Yiran’s expression suddenly turned glum. "Honestly, I think Tian’ou comes off as arrogant."

"Why?"

"At the event, so many people tried to get their contacts, but they refused outright. On-camera, they act bubbly and sweet, but once the cameras stop rolling, they won’t even chat with you."

"Haha, they’re protecting their popularity. Plus, they’ve earned the right to be confident—they’re the top idols, after all!"

Wang Yiran reflected briefly, then sighed. "Yeah, they’re definitely the center of attention, each with her private dressing room."