CEO's Sweetheart is a Super Idol-Chapter 472 - 464: Tit for Tat

Banquet Hall

Yuwei walked in arm-in-arm with Long Zitao.

This was a world of splendor and opulence.

A golden chandelier made of thousands of crystals and the European-style decorations exuded luxury and wealth.

Uniformed male and female servers moved quietly and swiftly among the guests, offering service with precision.

This kind of event was off-limits to all media, including journalists, who were not allowed entry.

People, dressed in outfits worth tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands, gathered in small groups to chat.

The star aura of Yuwei here seemed insignificant, as everyone present was a top-tier magnate.

She stayed close to Long Zitao, maintaining an elegant smile.

She was afraid that an etiquette mistake might embarrass her, as the disgrace would not be hers alone.

"Yuwei, you were bold in the past; why are you so compliant now?"

"Because I’m scared. Right now, I just want to be an elegant vase."

"Haha, don’t worry. Don’t be fooled by these people looking all proper; many of them are beasts in suits."

Long Zitao’s words almost made Yuwei burst into laughter because she knew he was telling the truth.

In private, their behavior was quite scandalous.

However, at occasions like this, they concealed their dark side and pretended to be gentlemen.

"And you!"

"You want to know?"

Long Zitao’s voice was deep, magnetic; his gaze held a hint of brazenness.

Yuwei instinctively took a deep breath, trying to make herself appear slimmer, but it was futile.

She even wondered whether this man had chosen this dress for her simply to feast his eyes.

Just as she was feeling a bit helpless, several business figures approached, alleviating her awkwardness.

Long Zitao seemed to have undergone a complete transformation here.

No longer displaying the brash, two-dimensional vibe but presenting himself as a successful gentleman.

Polite in speech, impeccable in demeanor.

For a moment, even Yuwei couldn’t decide which side was the real Mr. Long.

Long Zitao introduced Yuwei to various fashion designers, magazine editors, and executives one by one.

Although he didn’t deliberately say too much, he always managed to introduce her appropriately.

Yuwei set aside her initial nervousness and responded gracefully.

While these interactions seemed inconsequential at the moment, when her reputation reached a certain level, these connections could transform into her network of allies.

At the very least, it would make these people think she had some level of fame; otherwise, she wouldn’t have been brought here.

"Yuwei, what a coincidence!"

A gentle, refined voice sounded behind her, momentarily freezing Yuwei’s posture.

Long Zitao’s face instantly turned cold but quickly recovered.

"Teacher Wu, you’re here too!"

Wu Jingxiang, dressed in a modified Ancient Greek goddess-style sleeveless, off-shoulder white chiffon gown, looked equally stunning.

Her long hair was pinned up, and a vibrant red coral necklace adorned her snow-white neck, resembling a radiant constellation.

"Yuwei, you look beautiful tonight." Wu Jingxiang shifted her gaze to Long Zitao: "Hello, Mr. Long."

"I don’t believe we’ve met before," Long Zitao said with a slight smile, his tone unapologetically sharp.

"Mr. Long, you straddle both entertainment and business industries—I’ve long heard of your reputation," Wu Jingxiang replied, unfazed.

"Yuwei, if you want to attend events like this in the future, just let me know. I’ll arrange for custom dresses for you," Wu Jingxiang’s smile grew even more elegant, but her words were razor-sharp.

Yuwei’s dress, though a luxury piece worth over 300,000 yuan, was not specifically tailored for her.

Truly high-end, exclusive custom dresses by major brands started at a million yuan.

Wu Jingxiang was clearly mocking Long Zitao for being stingy.

This left Yuwei feeling quite uncomfortable, unsure of what to say.

After all, she was not on the same level as these two.

Long Zitao, however, chuckled lightly: "Wearing a million-yuan dress seems to serve little purpose other than drawing a few envious glances. If not for promoting the brand I represent, I might have had Yuwei come in a t-shirt and slippers."

Yuwei’s cheeks turned red instantly; if that really happened, she’d die of embarrassment.

In truth, men and women think very differently.

What men regard as useless, women often view as important.

Like gemstones, which men see as mere symbols of wealth, while women attach vanity and beauty to them.

Yuwei knew Long Zitao was implying she wasn’t materialistic, yet deep down, she enjoyed the vanity.

Wu Jingxiang suppressed a laugh: "Mr. Long certainly has unconventional ideas. Perhaps t-shirts and sandals will become a new fashion trend."

Long Zitao raised the corners of his mouth disdainfully: "A dress is meaningless. Yuwei, consider this as my gift to you after the event tonight."

He handed Yuwei a delicate little box, opening it under her surprised gaze to reveal a radiant teardrop-shaped pendant.

It still had the price tag attached—Yuwei glanced at it: eight figures.

"This is..."

Her heart almost leapt out of her chest, unsure whether she should accept it.

The item was so priceless that rejecting it in front of Wu Jingxiang wasn’t an option.

Wu Jingxiang also gave a disdainful smile similar to Long Zitao’s.

"Mr. Long, let’s not compete over such trivial toys."

"Jewelry, antiques, luxury cars, villas—we have plenty of those."

"I know you like Yuwei, but I do, too. Let’s see who can win her heart."

Wu Jingxiang’s previously elegant demeanor vanished, her deep and bright eyes now sharp like a predator’s.

Long Zitao hadn’t expected such a drastic change in her aura in an instant.

Broad-shouldered and imposing, he didn’t back down, locking eyes with her: "Mr. Wu, Yuwei admires true men."

That statement caused Wu Jingxiang’s face to darken as much as humanly possible.

If not for the occasion, Yuwei suspected he’d strike right then and there.

"Mr. Long, Mr. Wu, so you two know each other!"

Breaking the icy tension, an ostentatiously dressed elderly woman with jewels approached.

Yuwei recognized her as Huaxia’s "Fashion Godmother."

This woman held significant influence in the entertainment world, capable of bringing immense wealth to stars.

Yet she was also notorious for being harsh and difficult to deal with.

She had once publicly berated a prestigious star into submission, forcing him to bow and apologize without daring to utter another word.

Now she was actively greeting the two; even such an illustrious figure had to yield before these powerful forces.

This allowed Yuwei to breathe a sigh of relief.

Wu Jingxiang’s expression returned to normal.

As the woman approached, something seemed to click; a hint of amusement flickered in her eyes.

Clearly, she might have viewed Yuwei as nothing more than an ancient Oiran.

These individuals were competing in a showy display, but in their eyes, Yuwei—a minor celebrity—barely deserved any notice.

Then, another person arrived—a young girl dressed in a gold gown made of naturally colored silk woven from cocoon threads.

The gown’s intricate patterns were naturally formed by the material itself.

She was tall, around 1.8 meters, with an exquisite figure.

Beneath the hem of her dress, her long, pale legs took elegant steps.

She exuded an air of sophistication akin to a water lily after the rain, charming yet devoid of seduction.

Yuwei didn’t recognize her, but Wu Jingxiang did.

This was Sun Yangyang, the second daughter of the Sun family, prominent figures in Deep City’s pharmaceutical industry.

Their main business revolved around medical aesthetics, a sector yielding unimaginable profits.

Even more lucrative than real estate.

Due to their business nature—such as fashion styling and makeup customization—the Sun family had deep ties with major entertainment companies and fashion magazines.

Seeing the girl approach, an unnatural expression appeared on Long Zitao’s face.

This left Yuwei feeling slightly jealous; she sensed their relationship was anything but ordinary.