CEO's Sweetheart is a Super Idol-Chapter 470 - 462 Returning to the Right Track

Mist.

Like a terrifying requiem clutching at the soul.

Li Jiaqi, dressed impeccably and walking with a confident and elegant stride, returned to the villa.

She disdainfully glanced at the few women sprawled messily across the carpet.

One of them was someone she knew—a former member of a disbanded girl group.

But she’d heard long ago that the woman had resorted to working as an escort.

"Heh, I knew you’d come back. You can’t let go of wealth and glamour."

Zhang Yuzhe looked terrifying in his drunken hangover state—his swollen, sickly face and bloodshot eyes.

"Your clothes are an eyesore. Just like them, I want you on your knees at my feet."

At that moment, the women began to wake up.

Some chose to pretend not to see Li Jiaqi, while others looked at her with shrouds of shock.

"So, will you let these slags help you, or should I call my brothers to do it?"

Zhang Yuzhe picked up a cigar.

The former girl-group member was quick to light it for him, her gaze seductive as she bent down by his feet.

"Zhang Yuzhe, there’s no point trying to intimidate me. What we have is mutual consent."

Li Jiaqi sneered as she sat down, meeting his gaze unflinchingly.

Zhang Yuzhe hadn’t thought she’d respond this way.

Yesterday, she was a meek little lamb, submitting without resistance. Today, she was brazen and defiant.

He waved his hand, signaling the women to withdraw reluctantly.

"I’m an idol. I’m an entertainer."

"You’re a big boss. Willing to spend money to make me shine, and I give you what you desire."

"Whether I’m worth that money is your concern, not mine.

If you feel you’ve spent too much, if it stings, then stop playing this game."

Li Jiaqi’s words were like sharp daggers, each stabbing at his heart.

"Right now, I just want to destroy you. Name your price!"

Zhang Yuzhe glared at her like a vengeful ghost, his face eerily calm.

"Hmph!"

Li Jiaqi let out a cold laugh, taking a medical report from her Chanel bag and placing it on the coffee table.

"You’re pregnant?"

"It’s yours. Figure out what you’re going to do about it."

Zhang Yuzhe held the report, his expression shifting unpredictably.

He didn’t doubt the child was his, as his piercing stare remained locked onto her.

In truth, he had already decided to take revenge on Li Jiaqi—to send her to hell with a perfectly staged car accident.

But now, he hesitated.

Firstly, as Li Jiaqi had insinuated:

She was his "white moonlight." Despite the hatred in his heart, a part of him still wanted her by his side.

Secondly, Zhang Yuzhe knew who he was—and committing crimes was only a matter of time.

Even if other women bore his children,

once he was caught, those women would likely abandon the kids.

No matter what, Li Jiaqi was a celebrity. Under public scrutiny, she wouldn’t dare neglect the child.

Much like a certain star whose vampire-like mother still clung to her for financial support, unable to sever ties completely.

Thirdly, this woman had willingly agreed to bear his child—or perhaps thought she had found his Achilles’ heel.

"Fine, looks like you got lucky."

Zhang Yuzhe, swift in making decisions, calculated the pros and cons in an instant and decided to play along.

He noticed Li Jiaqi’s thumb, which had been incessantly rubbing her right hand, suddenly freeze.

"Jiaqi, as long as you give birth to my child and stay with me for two years, we’ll settle our debts."

"I’ll give birth to the child, but during that time, you have to provide me with resources for two high-profile dramas."

"Heh! I’m only willing to keep this child because I still feel a trace of theatrical affection for you."

"... One year. After the baby’s born, I’ll stay with you for one more year."

Li Jiaqi gritted her teeth, knowing she had no other path to take. Without Zhang Yuzhe, she’d have nothing.

"Deal!"

Zhang Yuzhe nodded, rising to his feet and leaning down toward her, his voice sinister and dripping venom: "Last night, what did you do with Lan Yening?"

"We did what you’d least want to imagine. We were deeply in tune with each other," Li Jiaqi mocked with a piercing gaze.

Smack!

Zhang Yuzhe struck her fiercely across the face. "Don’t let there be a second time—or I’ll see to it you’re chopped up and fed to the dogs."

Li Jiaqi, clutching her face, slumped onto the sofa, her eyes a tumult of hatred and triumph.

She knew the affair with Lan Yening could never be concealed from Zhang Yuzhe.

She didn’t fear Zhang Yuzhe retaliating against Lan Yening.

If he died, it would merely be the end of a beautiful dream they shared.

If he were injured, she’d willingly care for him in the future, as a sanctuary for her soul.

But she suspected Zhang Yuzhe wouldn’t dare mess with Lan Yening; the latter had a powerful patron.

Unless Lan Yening’s patron sought revenge on him.

Shenghai. A certain villa.

Lan Yening knelt down before Zhang Shuya.

The latter, smoking a cigarette, quietly gazed at the man she loved and hated—a youthful plaything.

"With whom?"

"Li Jiaqi."

"It seems you two developed feelings through acting."

Surprisingly, Zhang Shuya didn’t punish him.

"Sorry, Sister Shuya, I couldn’t resist."

"Heh! Men are just like hyenas; they always reach a breaking point."

"Even during a bathroom break, they can manage to cheat a few times."

Zhang Shuya laughed as she stood up, though her eyes remained icy.

Kneeling, Lan Yening’s gaze flickered with venom, though his voice stayed soft, sincere, and filled with guilt: "I’m sorry, Sister Shuya. I don’t know how to handle this."

"Don’t worry. Zhang Yuzhe won’t bother you anymore." Zhang Shuya walked to Lan Yening’s side and gently helped him stand up. "Xiao Ning, I know you’re growing tired of me. After all, I’m getting older."

"No, not at all, Sister Shuya. I just..."

"No need to explain. I understand what you mean. I hope we can be more honest with each other moving forward." Zhang Shuya lightly caressed his face, her gaze unreadable.

"Xiao Ning, if you really want a new, fresher fling, I won’t oppose it—but you must report it to me first."

"And remember, there are certain women you must not touch, or even I won’t be able to protect you."

Lan Yening felt a chill seep into his heart under her touch, terrified she might lose her sanity and disfigure him.

In truth, he wasn’t overly worried about Zhang Shuya punishing him.

Because he wasn’t just Zhang Shuya’s toy—he was an integral asset to her.

Thanks to his sudden rise to fame, Zhang Shuya’s entertainment company had seen a spike in value.

This was crucial for Zhang Shuya, who sought to rehabilitate her image.

She could use investments in projects starring Lan Yening to clean up her past.

She even planned to take the company public and rake in capital.

For her, while love mattered, tangible benefits mattered just as much.

At her age, she had seen through many things—the definition of loyalty had evolved.

As long as Lan Yening didn’t leave her, everything was negotiable.

Lan Yening had figured out the stakes, which was why he’d returned.

He understood the importance of his role and presented the appropriate façade.

He also knew Zhang Shuya’s words were mostly for show, intended to soothe him.

He wouldn’t dare mess around recklessly—it would only ruin his career.

He didn’t want to be just a fleeting idol.

He wanted to be a true icon—one who could hold concerts and carry box office hits.

Only then would he achieve real freedom and be able to be with the one he truly loved.

"Sister Shuya, I won’t make that mistake again. I’m done chasing younger girls."

"I understand how I got to where I am today."

Zhang Shuya gazed at Lan Yening, caught off-guard by an inexplicable tremor in her heart.

She almost wished this young man would show a bit more recklessness.