CEO's Sweetheart is a Super Idol-Chapter 476 - 468: Tit for Tat

Film set

Lu Hai sat down next to Li Jiaqi.

"Jiaqi, you seem to be feeling a bit unwell."

"I’m fine, Director Lu!"

Li Jiaqi’s face flushed slightly; she was genuinely afraid that Director Lu might notice something.

"If you’re not feeling well, you can rest for a couple of days. We can shoot other scenes first if needed."

"I really don’t have any issues. Maybe I just didn’t do my yoga properly yesterday."

Li Jiaqi knew that Director Lu meant well, but she feared that others might start gossiping.

"Alright then."

Director Lu smiled gently and then took out a delicate little container.

"This has goji berries inside. Take them and make tea with them. Your health is most important."

"Thank you, Director Lu."

Li Jiaqi could perceive that Director Lu genuinely cared for her.

"Jiaqi, your scene is done." Xia Jin, freshly made up, walked over with a smile.

Li Jiaqi always felt a sense of oppression in front of the senior from her company.

"All done, Sister Xia. Your makeup looks really beautiful today."

"You too." Xia Jin glanced at Lu Hai and said, "Director Lu rarely gives actors instructions on set."

"Haha, this time my smooth performance is thanks to Director Lu’s help."

"Director Lu is always very patient with young actresses."

Lu Hai didn’t respond but stood up and addressed the crew: "Prepare for the shoot!"

The impeccably exquisite face of Xia Jin instantly darkened.

Her mocking smirk made Li Jiaqi’s heart pound with fear.

The latter really didn’t want to stir up any more trouble now.

She was scared and only wanted to complete the film smoothly.

As for Xia Jin and Lu Hai’s relationship, she didn’t care and didn’t want to speculate.

She finally endured until the filming wrapped for the day.

When she returned to the hotel, someone handed her a letter in the elevator.

It didn’t say anything on the paper but had a stamp affixed.

Li Jiaqi examined it closely—it was a miniature version of a film poster.

"Shadows of the Spy." Li Jiaqi’s lips moved gently.

She went to find her assistant, who had just come up to deliver items, and asked her to order food from a restaurant downstairs.

Meanwhile, she hid in the bathroom of the assistant’s room.

"Jiaqi, are you okay? Last time must have caused you a lot of trouble, didn’t it?

I didn’t dare to call or text you.

Both of us are being monitored—in the places we live.

Even in the designated cars, there are secret surveillance devices.

Your hotel room has them too, installed by Zhang Yuzhe’s people.

You need to be careful. Zhang Yuzhe isn’t involved in anything legitimate.

Find a way to get out of this, and remember to keep yourself safe.

I can’t leave Zhang Shuya yet; I still need to maneuver around her.

But I believe I will eventually win.

Take care, and trust no one."

Li Jiaqi read the contents of the letter—it was just as she had suspected.

She had already been suspicious that Zhang Yuzhe was monitoring her.

As for the death of Mr. Du, it might have been because of him too.

Thinking about this made her shudder from head to toe.

If he wanted to kill her, it would be as easy as squashing an ant.

She immediately shredded the letter and flushed it down the toilet.

Despite knowing all this, she was, like Lan Yening, unable to escape from these terrible clutches.

After eating in the assistant’s room,

Li Jiaqi returned to her own place. She knew there must be hidden cameras here.

This made her extremely frustrated, yet she was helpless.

She boiled water and prepared the herbal medicine prescribed by Dr. Bai.

Originally, she didn’t believe much in Chinese medicine, but that Dr. Bai was undeniably skilled; his medicine worked wonders.

She drank the thick, aromatic concoction sip by sip.

The bitter taste lingered on her tongue—it was almost intolerably unpleasant.

But she had no other choice. As the warm medicine entered her stomach, her body felt slightly warmer, her mind slightly calmer.

Ring! Ring!

When she picked up her phone, she saw Director Lu’s number.

This made Ye Yuwei deeply irritable—she didn’t want to get involved in another issue.

Still, she answered the call.

"Jiaqi, can you come out for late-night snacks?"

"I’m sorry, Director Lu, I’ve already eaten."

"Alright then."

Director Lu didn’t say much and hung up the phone. It seemed evident he wasn’t too adept at exploiting actresses.

Ding-dong! Ding-dong!

The sudden sound of the doorbell startled Li Jiaqi, who already had too much on her mind.

Could it be Director Lu standing in the hallway?

Heart pounding, Li Jiaqi looked through the peephole and saw it was Xia Jin.

In that instant, she felt utterly drained. Why did these people constantly want something from her while bringing endless trouble?

Nevertheless, she still decided to open the door.

"Sister Xia Jin!"

"Jiaqi, are you available?"

Eyeing Li Jiaqi, who was dressed in thin pajamas, Xia Jin smiled warmly.

At the same time, her gaze settled on the faint bruises on Li Jiaqi’s body, making her smile even more radiant.

"Please come in!"

"Mm!"

The two entered the room, and the former poured a glass of water for the latter.

Xia Jin sat elegantly on the sofa as if she were the master of the house, controlling everything.

"Jiaqi, I wanted to talk to you about Director Lu."

"Sister Xia Jin, I won’t have any relationship with him."

At this, Xia Jin’s smiling face turned icy cold, her eyes glinting with chilling menace.

"Jiaqi, I’m here to discuss this with you seriously."

"I understand, and I’m giving you my answer seriously. While many actresses rely on directors, times have changed."

That provocative statement left Xia Jin momentarily silent.

"Jiaqi, you’ve said it so well. I just want to remind you to keep your belt a little tighter."

Xia Jin’s softly spoken words made Li Jiaqi’s face pale and her anger flare.

It was outright insinuation that she would sleep around.

"Sister Xia Jin, as far as I know, Director Lu is married."

"Yes, but his marriage is miserable."

"Whether it’s happy or sad, that’s his business. Anyone trying to interfere in someone else’s marriage is immoral."

Li Jiaqi tried hard to suppress her emotions while looking at Xia Jin’s pretty, doll-like face.

She thought Xia Jin had no right to lecture her on these matters.

What identity did Xia Jin even have to speak like this? It was laughable.

"Jiaqi, you’re truly sharp-tongued; no wonder you’ve made it this far." Xia Jin’s words were frosty, like daggers.

"Sister Xia Jin, let me reiterate: I have nothing to do with Director Lu."

"Very well, I know there’s nothing between you two. I just came to remind you."

Xia Jin’s lips curled in sarcasm; her eyes scanned Li Jiaqi deliberately, as though dismantling her piece by piece: "Jiaqi, you must have gone through a lot to land this role, haven’t you? Roles are important, but your health is even more so."

"Actually, that’s the same advice I wanted to give you. You’re not young anymore, are you? Remember to take care of yourself."

"Heh! Very good. You certainly have guts for a newbie, but it’s not enough to challenge me."

Slowly rising, Xia Jin’s gaze sharpened even further: "You’ll never make it big. In Galaxy, the only star will be me."

With these words, she turned and left without a backward glance.

Moments earlier, the resolute, prickly Li Jiaqi finally broke down, collapsing onto the sofa, crying softly in despair.