CEO's Sweetheart is a Super Idol-Chapter 468 - 460: True Face

"Jiaqi, get in the car."

"Xiao Ning, why is it you?"

Li Jiaqi looked at the boy driving slowly beside her with surprised delight.

"I flew here!"

"Haha! Stop joking."

Li Jiaqi liked Lan Yening’s current demeanor—relaxed and natural.

She let her assistant leave first and got into his car.

"You didn’t drink a little today, did you?"

"How do you know? Maybe I got drunk after just one glass!"

"Because your belly is bulging."

"Ah! Really?"

Li Jiaqi panicked instantly, looking at her stomach and instinctively touching it with her hand.

"Hey! Watch your image; there are HD cameras here."

"Ugh, what are you thinking!"

Li Jiaqi’s face turned red in an instant, and she couldn’t help but glance flirtatiously at the person beside her.

Lan Yening was calm and composed as usual.

"Aren’t you filming? A party with the crew?"

"Yes! I’ve had enough drinks and slipped away early."

"Haha, seems like you ran into trouble." 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

"Not really, but girls do need to protect themselves. What are you doing out here so late?"

Li Jiaqi was curious; she knew Lan Yening liked staying home.

"I went for a casting but didn’t do too well."

Li Jiaqi paused, then bit her lip and started to laugh. She ended up holding her face and laughing uncontrollably.

"Was it the director or an investor? Male or female?"

"A female investor. With my current fame, most directors wouldn’t dare try anything with me."

"Was she too ugly for you to... feel interested?"

"Not really. I just thought it wasn’t worth it."

Lan Yening’s words made Li Jiaqi’s smile instantly vanish, her mood growing heavy.

"...Some people say hard work brings rewards. Does this count as hard work?"

"Haha! I suppose it does. It’s exhausting, after all."

Li Jiaqi, fraught with irritation and sadness, was made to laugh by his words.

"Xiao Ning, let’s go for a drink."

"Isn’t someone waiting for you?"

"Is someone waiting for you?"

Lan Yening smiled faintly and glanced at Li Jiaqi through the rearview mirror.

She really was beautiful, sitting there like a mandragora blooming at midnight.

Li Jiaqi suddenly leaned over and kissed Lan Yening.

"You’re going to cause an accident!"

"Then you better drive carefully!"

Li Jiaqi chuckled seductively with a playful and triumphant expression.

Just then, a car following them suddenly overtook Lan Yening’s vehicle.

Startled, Lan Yening stomped on the brakes, but he still rear-ended the car ahead.

Bang!

Both of them felt a violent jolt, the force flinging them forward before being yanked back by their seatbelts.

The impact left Li Jiaqi almost vomiting in the car.

The front of Yuze’s car was smashed as Yuze slammed on the brakes, but the vehicle still struck the one ahead.

"Are you okay?"

Lan Yening ignored everything else and hurriedly checked on Li Jiaqi, whose face was pale but fortunately unhurt.

"Ah!"

Li Jiaqi suddenly let out a terrified scream.

Then came the sound of the windshield shattering.

Before Lan Yening could understand what was happening, both car doors were yanked open.

Two terrifying men unfastened their seatbelts and dragged them out by their hair.

Bang!

Lan Yening received a vicious kick and, before he could recover from the pain, was struck again in the shoulder and slammed against the tire of the car ahead.

Wearing a branded suit and perfectly polished leather shoes, Zhang Yuzhe strode over.

A cruel smirk curved his lips, his gaze holding the ferocity of a predator.

"You’d better stay down, or I won’t mind breaking one of your legs."

Seeing Lan Yening cease struggling, Zhang Yuzhe turned his sadistic smile toward the petrified Li Jiaqi.

"Jiaqi, you’re not a good girl! What you’re doing violates idol rules."

"...Zhang Yuzhe, you twisted bastard, go to hell!"

In her terror, Li Jiaqi erupted with unprecedented courage, her bloodshot eyes filled with rage as she desperately wished to tear the man in front of her to pieces.

Slap! Slap!

Unfortunately, her resistance was in vain.

All it earned was a barrage of punches and kicks from Zhang Yuzhe.

Cough! Cough!

Bruised and battered, with what seemed like several broken bones, Li Jiaqi spat blood as she struggled to move on the cold concrete.

"Zhang Yuzhe, be a man and come at me! What kind of coward beats a woman?"

With a sinister smile, Zhang Yuzhe strode up to Lan Yening.

"Qiangzi, bring the stun baton."

"Hmph! You little shit, you better check what’s on the lamp post behind you."

Zhang Yuzhe froze and turned to look. It was a surveillance camera.

"You’re lucky."

Zhang Yuzhe turned back to Li Jiaqi:

"Jiaqi, I’ve invested billions in you; think about whether your body is worth that much."

"All I want from you is loyalty and love, even if it’s fake."

"But you can’t even give me those basic things. You’ve disappointed me greatly, hurt me deeply."

Li Jiaqi glared at him with blood-red eyes, her silent fury etched onto her face.

"You owe me so much; I won’t let you get away. Paying your debts is only natural."

Zhang Yuzhe slowly stood up, looking at the dirt on his shoes, and wiped them on her.

That unparalleled humiliation made Li Jiaqi close her eyes in pain. She couldn’t resist, and she couldn’t fight back.

In front of this man, she was nothing but an ant.

With a disdainful smile, Zhang Yuzhe turned and walked toward his Range Rover.

As the exhaust smoke rose, the terrifying man finally left.

Lan Yening forced himself up from the ground: "Jiaqi, Jiaqi!"

"Sob... Sob..."

Like a soul torn from her body, Li Jiaqi didn’t respond.

She trembled, staring blankly at the sky as tears overflowed from her eyes.

"Why do we have to live like filth? Why?"

Lan Yening’s tears streamed down his ghostly pale cheeks as he listened to Jiaqi’s near-hopeless whispers.

"Jiaqi, we’re all the lowest of filth. It’s just that the ones exploiting us gave us illusions."

Villa

Ye Yuwei’s blood felt ice-cold as she abruptly sat up in bed.

Breathing heavily, she wasn’t overwhelmed by fear but by endless sorrow.

In her dream, a blood-soaked girl chased her, shifting from screams to whispers: "Yezi, you’re there, you’re there!"

"Yezi, did you have a nightmare?"

Beside her, Zhang Zijing sat up clutching the blanket, touching Ye Yuwei’s hand, which was ice cold.

"It’s nothing, probably just too tired."

"Your hands are so cold; I’ll lower the air conditioning a bit."

"...Zijing, pour me a glass of wine; I want to sit for a while."

Zhang Zijing looked at Ye Yuwei, concerned and distressed.

She had sensed her odd mood recently but didn’t feel it was her place to say anything.

To outsiders, Ye Yuwei was an excellent leader—rational, calm, resilient, and team-oriented.

But only Zhang Zijing knew the immense pressure she endured.

Being the group leader of Tianshou wasn’t easy. If anything happened in the group or with any team member, it was her responsibility.

Then there was the matter of resources; even though she was the second-highest in popularity within the group,

she willingly sacrificed her own opportunities for the stability of the team, distributing resources to other members.

Recently, Lv Fangxin and Chen Yinghan had stirred up trouble again, once more leaving her to shoulder the blame.

Shipping fans even accused her of being a "homewrecker."

"Yezi!"

"Hmm!"

Ye Yuwei took the wine glass and sipped from it. She had a strong feeling Jiaqi might be in trouble.

But the most excruciating part was her inability to ask. Asking would mean going to check.

If fans caught onto her visit, it would spark highly negative consequences.

Filled with extreme frustration, she could only sit by the window and drink in silence.