CEO's Sweetheart is a Super Idol-Chapter 456 - 448: Mr. Bai

Some high-rise building

Xiao Li sat on the edge of the bed, aimlessly looking around. Her slender eyes were completely bloodshot, resembling a lifeless corpse.

A man with a thick layer of powder on his face, whose features were unrecognizable, lay sprawled on the bed, snoring loudly, his hair an unkempt mess.

"Get up! Get up! Hurry and leave!"

Xiao Li yanked the man’s hair and dragged him off the bed. The coarse cement scraped painfully against his skin.

But he didn’t dare provoke this tough-as-nails woman.

Last night, drunk at "Chrysanthemum Bar," he was brought back by her for 300 yuan.

Then began a nightmare journey.

Even though he was used to being tormented, he nearly met his end in the hands of this lunatic.

Barefoot, Xiao Li walked into the bathroom, collapsed before the toilet stained with yellowish and white gunk, and began to retch loudly.

Her voice sounded like that of a cow trapped under a hood, beaten savagely by a stick.

Crash!

She pressed the button and rinsed away the pile of filthy vomit with water, then fumbled to turn on the shower to wash herself.

Returning to the stench-filled room, she glanced at the beer cans scattered across the floor, crushed cigarette butts, and fast-food boxes. She managed to find half a box of yellow croaker and started eating.

Heh heh! Heh heh!

Her mouth filled with soup, she laughed idiotically like a fool.

"Xiao Ning, you haven’t disappointed me—you’ve been studying your script at home every day this week."

Xiao Li had been spying on him through binoculars from here for about a week now.

Lan Yening wasn’t very cautious because he lived in a luxurious apartment complex.

His building was over a hundred meters away from the outer walls, situated on the 23rd floor.

He couldn’t have imagined that someone from a high-rise across the way was observing him with high-definition binoculars.

During this time, Xiao Li had seen every aspect of Lan Yening’s life.

She even used all the money Su Xiaoya had given her to order a doll custom-made from Japan.

Lan Yening’s life was highly disciplined. He got up at 5:30 in the morning to work out, had breakfast at 6:30, began practicing dance and vocals at 7, left at 2 in the afternoon for acting classes, and returned at 9 at night.

Suddenly, she noticed Lan Yening’s window curtains being drawn.

"What’s going on? Why is this happening? Drawing the curtains in the daytime—is it brother’s happy time now?"

Xiao Li panted heavily, her whole body becoming restless and agitated.

She wished she could fly over, smash the glass, and grab Lan Yening by the neck to ask him why he had closed the curtains.

Not drawing them during the day—that was their unspoken agreement, wasn’t it?

"Aaah! Aaah!"

"Calm down! Calm down!"

Xiao Li restrained herself, but the discomfort was like her tongue swelling rapidly in her mouth, threatening to suffocate her.

The violence within her felt as though it might seep out from every pore.

Meow, meow!

She dragged a box containing a kitten out from under the bed.

The shabby, emaciated kitten had a leather muzzle strapped around its mouth, which she yanked off in one swift motion.

"Kitty, you’re just like me—discarded trash abandoned by this world."

Xiao Li grinned menacingly, opened her mouth, and bit down hard on the kitten’s front paw.

The piercing screams echoed in the dreary, hellish, gray-walled apartment.

A lavishly decorated room

Lan Yening had just turned on the TV to watch a disc.

He didn’t dare use his computer because he knew Zhang Shuya was monitoring him.

On the high-definition wall-mounted TV was a video of Ye Yuwei dancing.

Lan Yening stared intently at the object of his longing, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Yuwei, Yuwei, what are you doing now?"

"Do you know how much I want to call you, how much I want to hear your voice—but I don’t dare."

Lan Yening got up and walked slowly to the screen. He knelt, extended his hand, and gently caressed the image of his beloved.

"I know I am not worthy of your love right now."

"But one day, I will hold you in my arms and hear you say, ’I love you.’"

Lan Yening returned to the sofa, closed his eyes, and lay back on the soft, comfortable cushions.

In his ears, Ye Yuwei’s voice flowed like the night breeze rustling through bamboo.

Thailand, somewhere

Glazed tiles gleamed brightly, giant ancient trees towered.

A man wrapped in an old, indistinguishable blanket knelt inside a temple-like building.

Only faint, eerie phosphorescent flames from candles provided illumination.

On the altar was a black jar emitting a bluish-green metallic sheen.

Various magic artifacts surrounded it, suggesting a ritual was underway.

The man’s face was hidden in the darkness, but his eyes glimmered with a sinister presence, as though tainted by evil.

Reach out!

A dry, papery voice rasped.

Huang Minzhe stretched his hand out from beneath the blanket. In the shadows, someone emitting the stench of decay and malevolence started trimming his fingernails before cutting off a lock of his hair and throwing it into a cup engraved with strange patterns.

The raspy voice began chanting incomprehensible incantations.

Stand up!

The man slowly stood, the blanket sliding off him to reveal bare, smooth skin.

His face became faintly visible—what a face it was!

Covered densely with worm-like scars, some parts of the flesh protruding outward like twisted, decomposed meat.

The raspy voice scooped foul-smelling, slimy oil out of a jar and began rubbing it on his body.

The man felt as if ancient bark were being scraped against him.

Instead of discomfort, he displayed a sadistic expression.

A trace of red oil was dotted onto his forehead, while the chanting continued incessantly.

This was a fortune-boosting ritual.

Then, sparrow oil was applied to his lips, and consecrated gold leaf placed on his tongue.

It was believed to make speech eloquent and attract connections.

Whoosh!

Enigmatic black mist rose and dispersed.

A ghostly childlike figure suddenly called out to him: "Daddy."

The man trembled, stumbling backward, his face warped in sheer terror.

Terrified by the innocent voice, he turned and ran into the boundless fog to escape the child that shook his soul—but no matter where he ran, the voice lingered around him.

Ah!

Huang Zhemin shouted, sitting bolt upright in his bed, drenched in sweat.

Suddenly

He felt something, his gaze drawn to the corner of the room.

"It’s you!"

"You’ve been living a pretty good life."

"It’s about time, isn’t it?"

Huang Minzhe spoke coldly, his tone hostile as he addressed the other person.

"You’ve done well, but don’t forget—I saved you so you could repay me."

"I know. I’ll honor my promise. I hope you’ll honor yours."

"Heh heh! As long as you avenge me, you can go back to being a male star."

Huang Zhemin rose slowly from the bed, revealing a diagonal scar across his back, resembling an embedded centipede.

"Mr. Bai, I really want to help you, but in front of Wu Jingxiang, I’m nothing but a mere ant."

"I know. That’s why I have my plan. What you need to do now is date a girl."

"Date a girl?"

Huang Minzhe was baffled. He could understand poisoning someone or causing harm, but this?

"Mr. Bai, are you planning on human trafficking now?"

"Heh heh! Just do as I say. I’ll give you the opportunity." The shadowy figure paused: "When she’s completely infatuated with you, put this in her mouth."

Huang Zhemin glanced at the intricately crafted golden box placed on the coffee table.

Mr. Bai then produced an exquisite gemstone bottle:

"This is a drop of ’Ghost Child Oil.’ Use it during a kiss; let it touch her tongue."

"It’ll make her utterly devoted to you, unable to resist falling deeply in love."

Huang Zhemin was skeptical about Mr. Bai’s claims—he didn’t believe in the supernatural.

But the stranger’s abilities were beyond his comprehension.

"Who’s the girl?"

"The Dragon Princess—Lv Fangxin."

Mr. Bai finished speaking, then moved toward the door: "Don’t think about trying to escape my grasp. You won’t succeed. Everyone who owes me has to repay, no exceptions."