CEO's Sweetheart is a Super Idol-Chapter 473 - 465 First Disagreement

"Zitao, long time no see."

Sun Yangyang held a tall wine glass, smiling at him while subtly signaling Wu and Ye with her gaze.

It was clear this girl exuded good manners and upbringing.

"Hello, Yangyang. Why did you return from Japan?"

"Doing business over there was too difficult, so I came back."

Sun Yangyang’s words surprised Ye Yuwei a little. Wasn’t this revealing her own shortcomings?

"Mr. Wu, I submitted my resume for the drama your company is producing. I’ll be relying on your support!"

"Haha! Yangyang, if you want to act, why submit a resume? Just give me a call."

Wu Jingxiang smiled faintly, her aura returning to that elegant and serene poise.

"You must be Miss Ye Yuwei! I’m Sun Yangyang. I watched your programs back when I was in Japan."

"I graduated from Takarazuka Music School in Kyoto, Japan."

Sun Yangyang spoke directly, without any pretense. This was the demeanor of a true heiress—there was no need for her to pretend.

Hearing her self-introduction, Ye Yuwei unexpectedly felt a twinge of inferiority.

Takarazuka was a niche performing arts group in Japan, yet it was the country’s largest and most profitable theater troupe.

Many famous people had come out of Takarazuka, including prime ministers’ wives, top-tier aristocratic daughters-in-law, and corporate moguls’ spouses.

One could treat it as a blend of Beijing Film Academy and Tsinghua University in significance.

"Hello, Miss Sun. I’m Ye Yuwei." She introduced herself succinctly, aiming to avoid any awkwardness.

"Yangyang, when you’re free, let’s schedule a fashion shoot." Chen Mei’s expression carried a hint of flattery.

However, this older woman didn’t even glance at Ye Yuwei.

Evidently, she saw Ye Yuwei as nothing more than Long Zitao’s new plaything, hardly worth any attention.

"Sister Chen, you’re too kind. You’re a trailblazer in the fashion industry. It would be my honor to grace one of your covers."

"No, the honor is ours! Yangyang, your charisma and figure are truly superb—you’re a born clothes hanger."

The group chatted cheerfully, as if the earlier tension had never existed.

Ye Yuwei truly admired the people in this upper-class society. They could turn the tide with a mere wave of their hands.

The banquet concluded, and Ye Yuwei politely declined Long Zitao’s offer to see her off. Wu Jingxiang didn’t offer either.

Parking lot

"Zitao, can you give me a ride home?"

"Yangyang, don’t you have your own car?"

"But I just want you to take me."

"...Alright."

After a brief hesitation, Long Zitao eventually nodded.

The neon lights glittered, and the streets were bustling with people.

Seated in the Lincoln, Long Zitao’s expression remained as resolute as a mountain.

"Heh! Zitao, you’ve changed so much—like you’ve become a completely different person."

"Time changes things. The white steed passes swiftly. People always change."

"But my feelings for you have never changed. I still remember every little moment from when we were trainees together."

Sun Yangyang’s gaze toward him grew intense, like the sun breaking through the darkness.

"I truly appreciate how you looked after me back then."

"Is it just gratitude for taking care of you? I always thought you’d hold me in your heart."

"Yangyang, although I’m older than you, I’ve always seen you as an older sister."

Long Zitao’s gentle tone seemed tinged with nostalgia for the past.

"But my feelings for you are also just those of sister and brother."

"Zitao, is it because of Brother Fan? There’s nothing between him and me—he’s the one who keeps pestering me."

"Yangyang, the past is truly the past. Whatever goes on between you and him, I don’t want to know."

Long Zitao’s voice was low and cold, devoid of any warmth.

"Then, is it because you’ve found someone new?"

Seeing his silence, she laughed softly and continued, "Could it be that Ye Yuwei? Has she truly captured your heart?"

"That’s my personal business."

"She is indeed beautiful, but she dropped out of junior high and wandered society. Do you even know her past?"

Sun Yangyang’s star-like eyes flashed tauntingly as she leaned slightly closer to him:

"And besides, it seems Wu Jingxiang has a rather unusual relationship with her. You should know what kind of person she is."

"Yangyang, watch your words."

"Am I not speaking the truth? Zitao, I’m merely reminding you to be mindful of your identity. Actresses are inherently unreliable."

"Haha! Yangyang, in a way, you and I are both in this industry. It’s surprising to hear you say such things."

"...I just don’t want you to be deceived."

Sun Yangyang realized she may have misspoken. She was not the type to act like a petty woman.

"Yangyang, we’ve arrived at your house." Long Zitao personally got out and opened the car door for her.

Although she had much more to say, now was clearly not the right time.

Watching her step through the ornately decorated solid bronze gate, Long Zitao turned and drove off.

Villa

A preoccupied Ye Yuwei flopped heavily onto the sofa.

"Sister Yezi, how can you treat such an expensive dress like that? It’s going to wrinkle." Coming out of the kitchen with a glass of juice, Lv Fangxin hurriedly put it down and pulled Ye Yuwei up.

Ye Yuwei looked a bit embarrassed as the younger girl forced her to stand.

Lv Fangxin carefully inspected her dress before speaking sternly, "Hurry and change out of it!"

"Alright, thank you, Fangxin."

Ye Yuwei smiled gently and walked back to her room, where Zhang Zijing was brushing her hair in front of the mirror.

The horn comb glided through her thick black hair, producing a rustling sound in the otherwise quiet room.

"I thought you weren’t coming back tonight!" The image of Zhang Zijing in the mirror revealed a knowing smirk.

"Why wouldn’t I? There are still reporters lurking outside." Feeling a little guilty, Ye Yuwei removed her dress.

"Oh, I heard places like that always have comfortable, prepared rooms."

"That’s not true! It was just a hall for chatting, nothing more."

"Oh! I guess my imagination is too wild."

Changing into another outfit, Ye Yuwei hurried over. "Zijing, look! Such a beautiful jade pendant."

"Hmph! So you went with him just for this."

Zhang Zijing’s words struck like a dagger, leaving Ye Yuwei both silent and pained.

"I may not be as rich as Mr. Long, but I don’t covet such things."

"...Zijing, I..."

"Yezi, I’ve been asking you for so long already—what do you really think?"

Zhang Zijing put down her comb, her bright eyes full of seriousness.

Ye Yuwei set the pendant down, thought for a moment, and slowly sat on the edge of the bed.

"Zijing, let me ask you: if I didn’t accept those things, what would happen?"

"...Yezi, what does it matter? You’re simply turning them down."

"Zijing, you’re too naive. We exchange our youth and beauty for resources."

Ye Yuwei rose from the bed and walked to the window, gazing at the starlit sky outside:

"Without them, how could I possibly obtain those resources? I don’t want my youth to slip away meaninglessly."

"So you want to ’dance’ among those men!"

"It’s called playing to the tune."

"I think you’re playing with fire. Those people are not easy to deal with."

Zhang Zijing couldn’t approve of her actions; her upbringing and perspective wouldn’t allow it.

She came from a wealthy family, was a regular university student, and had never experienced the hardships of society.

In a way, she was as fortunate as Lv Fangxin, though the latter was more famous.

"Zijing, I have my limits. Don’t worry about me." 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"It’s not worry; it’s anger. I don’t like seeing you act this way. We can work hard together."

"Zijing, you’re too idealistic. When this group disbands, what will you have left?"

Zhang Zijing stared blankly at her, unable to respond.

Her old agency was unreliable, and she had no resources within the group.

The truth was, she wasn’t popular. What would happen to her if the group disbanded?

Fans hyped her solo prospects but lacked understanding of the industry’s realities.

"Yezi, we can take things step by step."

"That’s exactly what I’m doing. Once I truly make it big, I won’t rely on anyone."

Ye Yuwei exuded confidence as she walked toward Zhang Zijing, placing her hands on the latter’s shoulders.

"Zijing, I hope you can understand and support me."

"...I..."

Before Zhang Zijing could finish, Lv Fangxin’s voice called out: "Midnight snack! I got barbecue."