CEO's Sweetheart is a Super Idol-Chapter 482 - 474: The Fish Takes the Bait

"Zitao!"

Long Zitao, who was about to get in the car and leave, paused in his steps.

"Yangyang, what a coincidence that you came out!"

"Hehe! Maybe Zitao and I are just connected at heart."

The gentle voice and the smile—Xue’er, already full of disappointment, was convinced the two must have something going on.

"Yangyang, are you returning to the dorm tonight?" Xue’er asked with a smile.

That question made Long Zitao somewhat embarrassed. After all, he was still a public figure.

Xu Yangyang replied with a chuckle, "Of course I’m returning to the dorm. What, am I supposed to go with Mr. Long? He’s busy every night."

The double entendre in her words made Long Zitao feel slightly uncomfortable.

"Mr. Long, there’s a long hair on your shoulder," Zhang Jing, who had remained silent, suddenly spoke.

Long Zitao tilted his head and looked carefully—it was indeed true.

Earlier, something had fallen to the ground, and both he and Fang Qin had bent down simultaneously to pick it up.

When Fang Qin stood up, she wobbled slightly and bumped into his shoulder. When he looked up, her breath was audible.

Long Zitao wasn’t entirely sure if Fang Qin had done it on purpose.

Truth be told, Fang Qin was indeed a woman of immense charm.

Her maturity exuded the alluring radiance of a harvest season, tugging at his soul.

"Zitao, looks like you really have a busy night ahead. Goodbye." Xu Yangyang’s words carried a seemingly indifferent tone, but her eyes betrayed a hidden meaning.

Su Xiaoya, however, could understand her, and at the same time, she was sure Xu Yangyang was pursuing Long Zitao.

Thinking about this, she turned her thoughts to herself. Lately, she’s been deeply troubled, especially since Xiao Ning hadn’t contacted her.

"Let’s go."

Xu Yangyang led a few others into her car, gunning the gas pedal as they sped out of the parking lot.

Long Zitao looked at the car driving off in suppressed anger, and shook his head helplessly.

He found Xu Yangyang’s temperament rather unbearable—beneath her gentle and elegant facade, she had a considerable temper.

Just as he turned to leave, sharp clicks of high heels echoed behind him.

"Mr. Long, heading back all by yourself?"

"Mr. Fang, you’re still here."

"I was about to leave, but a phone call held me up for a moment."

The faint fragrance of her perfume lingered. Under the overhead light, Fangxin’s tall silhouette stretched across the ground.

This woman, slightly over thirty, displayed a beauty entirely distinct from that of youthful girls.

"Oh! Well then, I’ll be off first."

"Hehe, Mr. Long, leaving just like that? Looks like I’m really getting old."

"Mr. Fang, don’t misunderstand; I’m simply drawing a line between business and personal matters."

"I am too. Right now, it’s personal time."

Fang Qin’s face was imbued with the charm and sultriness of a mature woman.

Long Zitao suppressed himself forcefully, trying to open the car door and leave.

Fang Qin stepped forward and pushed herself into his arms, her beautiful face brimming with raw emotions.

Long Zitao involuntarily flinched backward, and it took him a moment to regain his composure, exhaling deeply.

"Mr. Long, you’re the one who’s turned me into a bad woman."

"Mr. Fang, you’re playing with fire."

Lingering traces of the kiss remained in his heart, and a fierce internal battle ensued between his reason and his body.

"With great wealth, shouldn’t we pursue the joy of our hearts?"

"Mr. Long, I’m not some naive girl, and you’re no clueless boy."

"This between us—it’s nothing but a willing encounter."

Fang Qin’s stance and words shattered the defense line in Long Zitao’s heart, filling him with both anger and helplessness.

He disliked being controlled in such a manner.

Fang Qin’s lips curled upward, her smile seductive like a siren capturing prey.

She extended her jade-like fingers to stroke his dark locks, her soft breath lingering: "The night is already halfway through."

Deep in Long Zitao’s eyes, the flame burned brighter, as though a long-dormant volcano was erupting in a blazing inferno.

He grabbed her hand, and amidst Fang Qin’s light laughter, the two got into his car.

Long Zitao was fully aware that she might have ulterior motives—possibly a venomous beauty.

But he was confident he could handle it—was there anything the renowned Mr. Long couldn’t face?

He stopped overthinking, not even considering the consequences.

Between them, there was no "after," as Fang Qin had said.

No feelings, no connection, no anything.

Villa.

The temperature and sunlight duration of the glass room were always precisely controlled.

Humankind had harnessed technology to change nature, even manipulating the growth, bloom, and decay of plants.

Heat burned fiercely, resonating with waves of oscillation as the indoor temperature climbed higher.

A tightly wrapped tulip bud gradually relaxed, and finally burst into full bloom.

The blossomed flower emitted a fragrant aroma.

The scent permeated deeply, enthralling anyone who experienced it.

Through the process of absorbing sunlight and heat, the plant gathered energy into its roots, waiting for the final glorious moment.

The scent could transport one’s soul into an ethereal void.

Bedroom.

Long Zitao studied Fang Qin—her demeanor was enough to evoke a man’s fantasies.

She was like a cloud floating in the night sky, revealing her captivating allure whenever moonlight filtered through.

"Ah..."

Long Zitao’s thin lips descended, and his murmurs were lost in the silence.

Fang Qin’s eyes turned hazy, her long eyelashes wet with crystalline dew.

She felt detached from everything, as though she had been dropped into a dazzling world of endless color.

An unrelenting downpour engulfed the world, leaving her without escape.

Ring, ring!

The phone rang.

"Mr. Long, your phone..." Fang Qin reminded him weakly.

Long Zitao, his energy high, rose to pick up a champagne bottle from the table and took a sip.

His physique was extraordinarily robust, his muscles rising like mountain peaks, firm as rock formations atop a summit.

Fang Qin sat up, wiped sweat from her forehead with a tissue, then left for the bathroom.

Stepping onto the plush carpet, the coarse texture under her feet invigorated her entire body.

Long Zitao glanced at the caller ID, a hint of annoyance flickering on his face.

He dropped the phone without answering and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window to gaze at the lush courtyard outside.

Fang Qin soon returned, her post-shower scent light and refreshing.

She seemed like a completely different person.

Lighting a slender lady’s cigarette, she gracefully approached him with wisps of smoke trailing behind.

Long Zitao bent down to kiss her hair, her fingers white and delicate.

Fang Qin chuckled lightly, "Looks like you work out often."

"Successful people all enjoy it, just like how you ladies love yoga. Your skin is very fair," he replied.

"A woman’s skin grows radiant only with regular nourishment."

"But men only grow increasingly drained," Long Zitao joked.

"Hehe, you say that, but men delight in pursuing it—spending money and time indefinitely for it."

Fang Qin’s remark made him laugh: "Females can be cruel, like mantises and spiders, which devour the male in the end."

Just as he finished speaking, the phone rang again. After a moment of thought, Long Zitao walked over to answer it.

"Zitao, why didn’t you pick up my call?" 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

"I was at a social event."

"A social event? Haven’t you finished up already?"

"Business concluded at the table, but there are other matters to attend to."

Xu Yangyang stood on the rooftop of the school, feeling the night breeze and watching the twinkling stars.

Her mood was chaotic, and she regretted the choices she’d made earlier.

Through inquiries in her circles, she had learned about Long Zitao’s pursuit of Ye Yuwei.

"Zitao, what else are you engaged in?"

"Yangyang, we don’t have the kind of relationship where you could ask me such things."

From across the room, the smoke of Fang Qin’s lips framed a sly, alluring smile upon hearing his words.

Standing by the bed, the woman resembled fine wine in a luxurious goblet.

"Zitao... I want to..."

On the other end of the line, Xu Yangyang’s voice was soft, laced with hesitation.

"Yangyang, don’t say anymore. I know everything you’re going to say, but it’s impossible between us."

Before she could respond, Long Zitao hung up.

His feelings had long ebbed away for Xu Yangyang.

If not for lingering sentimentality, he wouldn’t even want to take her calls.

Elsewhere, Xu Yangyang gazed at the bustling lights in the distance with melancholy.

The night wind brought a chill across her face, and she clenched her hands tightly.

"Zitao, I will win you back."

"Ye Yuwei, you, this woman as lowly as dust, don’t deserve Zitao’s love."

Morning air was slightly chilly, and the glaring autumn sun had already risen.

In her car, Fang Qin, dressed sharply in cropped pants and a blazer, exuded professionalism and elegance.

"Mr. Wu, the plan is progressing smoothly. Long Zitao, in the end, is no different from the others."

"Good. Just one final step remains. This time, his reputation will be left in tatters."

"A shame, though. He does have some use."

"Fang Qin, I warn you—don’t let other things mess up the big picture."

Fang Qin’s alluring face immediately took on an icy expression as she switched the phone to her other hand.

"Mr. Wu, rest assured, I won’t compromise the mission. He’s nothing more than a disposable pawn to me."

"Good. Your share won’t be lacking."

"I trust Mr. Wu won’t renege, though I’d like to claim the controlling stake in that Swiss pharmaceutical company ahead of time."

"... Listen, what’s promised will come, but not prematurely. Fail to deliver, and you know the consequences."

Wu Hao’s tone was blunt.

Fang Qin’s expression grew vicious, her eyes reflecting deep-seated hatred as she quietly lowered the phone.