CEO's Sweetheart is a Super Idol-Chapter 479 - 471 Real Estate Advertisement

Second day, dormitory.

The heavy atmosphere made Yu Qingjia feel an urge to escape.

"Yiran, if you’re not comfortable, I don’t have to go."

"Why would I be uncomfortable? This is a hard-earned gig."

"It’s just a homemade variety show, giving it up is no big deal."

"It’s not easy to come by opportunities like this, especially now when resources are so scarce."

Wang Yiran held the hand of the former with a smile, her gaze filled with understanding and reassurance.

Yu Qingjia grabbed her hand excitedly: "Yiran, it’s great that you understand me. I just don’t want you to overthink."

"I won’t. Let’s grab some food later! I want to eat the steamed dumplings downstairs."

"Alright! Then we can practice dancing when we get back."

Yu Qingjia happily went to freshen up, while Wang Yiran smiled faintly.

As she stared at the other’s back, Wang Yiran’s smile slowly vanished, replaced by gloom. Her jet-black eyes resembled a vengeful black cat.

She knew in her heart that it was impossible to change Yu Qingjia’s decision.

In Qingjia’s mind, she still wasn’t as important as that person or valuable resources.

If Li Jiaqi continued to provide Qingjia with resources, the latter would undoubtedly abandon her without hesitation.

Although it was cruel, it was simply the truth.

But she couldn’t stop her—doing so would only deepen the rift between them.

Recording site.

Ye Yuwei was blissfully helping Long Zitao cook, but inside she was deeply troubled.

This was a real estate advertisement she had accepted, invited by him.

The ad utilized a storyline format to showcase the warmth of a home.

Long Zitao played Ye Yuwei’s boyfriend who worked far away.

Looking at Long Zitao, who was sitting at the table pretending to be lovestruck and gazing at her,

Ye Yuwei felt a strong urge to smash the pot over his head.

Before the shoot, Long Zitao insisted she learn how to make hand-rolled noodles.

Having no choice, she quickly apprenticed under Tian’ou’s top petite chef Jiang Mengqi for three days.

In fact, rolling, cutting, and cooking noodles could all be filmed in segments.

But Long Zitao demanded the segment must feel authentic, shot entirely in close-up.

Luckily, the dough had already been prepared for this advertisement shoot.

Ye Yuwei feared kneading and blending dough the most, as it required technique and strength in the hands.

Long Zitao looked at the former, clad in an apron and exuding the image of a virtuous wife; he couldn’t help but chuckle.

"Perhaps if this girl stopped doing sing-and-dance routines, she could really make a good wife."

Ye Yuwei’s hands were covered in flour as she firmly kneaded the pliable dough.

The group of crew members surrounding her worked somberly.

Especially the lighting technician—the task of creating a daytime glow was exceptionally challenging.

Taking out the prepared rolling pin, she rolled the round dough into a thin pancake, dusted it with flour, and cut it with a knife.

According to the script, Long Zitao was supposed to help boil water.

In reality, the water was already boiled.

During the filming of that shot, someone added cold water to the boiling pot to calm the bubbling.

Once Long Zitao turned on the gas stove again, the water began boiling within seconds.

That shot, captured seamlessly and fluidly, had the greatest advantage of feeling real.

"Let me do it! This kitchenware is actually quite practical," Ye Yuwei said with a smile, advertising the equipment.

"Yes, living in a house that’s already fully renovated is truly cozy," Long Zitao said, following the script.

"The price and location are great. When we have kids, we can send them to the elementary school across the road,"

Ye Yuwei said her lines with a happy smile, placing the sliced noodles into the pot.

In an instant, white foam floated up, followed by the noodles dispersing under the stir of chopsticks.

"Your cooking skills are becoming more impressive."

"Then I’ll cook for you every day."

"Eating with you in a home like this is a kind of happiness."

As Long Zitao spoke, one hand rested on Ye Yuwei’s waist while the other held her noodle-stirring hand.

Smooth, tender, rich with the best collagen.

Ye Yuwei threw him a sweet glance and saw flames in his eyes, laden with intense emotion.

She knew the man had "improper" thoughts about her.

But not only did she not mind, she even felt a hint of smug satisfaction.

Although Long Zitao strongly desired to be close to Ye Yuwei, he wasn’t so base as to take advantage of the situation.

He discreetly withdrew his hand, suppressing the fierce fiery surge within him.

Though surrounded by women, they all merely indulged his physical desires without touching his heart—experiences that ultimately felt hollow.

He longed to be with Ye Yuwei, the woman who haunted his thoughts.

True unity of heart and body could only be felt with this woman radiating wondrous allure.

As Ye Yuwei was held, her body heat also began to rise.

She quickly scooped the noodles out, rushing them under cold water. The chilling mist helped her cool down.

She proceeded to make side dishes to mix with the noodles as instructed by the director, preparing three varieties.

They then repeated the earlier noodle-cooking sequence.

When filming reached the eating portion, the two were genuinely hungry.

Especially Long Zitao, who ignored the other and began devouring noodles with big bites.

Watching the decreasing amounts of noodles, Ye Yuwei couldn’t resist the urge to snatch some.

But in her role as a gentle wife, she had to convey an image of generosity to the audience.

Long Zitao hadn’t expected that he could enjoy such simple noodles with such gusto.

This segment, only a minute-long video on the platform, took nearly five hours to shoot.

"Phew!" 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

"Wrap it up!"

Having arrived at the shoot around 3 a.m., Ye Yuwei finally heard these words.

She immediately collapsed onto a chair in an unflattering posture.

"What’s wrong? Tired?"

"Mr. Long, I’ve only slept for a little over five hours across the last two days."

"That just means you’re popular, lots of gigs."

"Haha, okay, I guess this is finding joy in hardship then."

"You, young as you are, should endure more of life’s challenges."

"...Mr. Long, I’m going to remove my makeup now."

Worrying that he would become a nagging elder, Ye Yuwei quickly fled.

Sitting before a makeup mirror, she used makeup remover to clear the thick powder off her face.

Then she washed her face, feeling much refreshed after the routine.

"I do look a bit haggard. Am I aging prematurely?"

Looking at herself in the mirror—her exhausted visage marked by dark circles—Ye Yuwei’s mood sank to the bottom.

For women like her in the industry, after turning 27, their looks relied heavily on makeup.

Years of irregular work schedules and constant exposure to high-radiation spotlighting aged them quickly.

Bang! Bang!

Ye Yuwei motioned for her assistant to open the door.

Since the makeup room scare, she had insisted on her assistant always staying nearby.

"Yezi, I brought you a pot of agave."

Standing at the doorway smiling,

holding a green porcelain flowerpot filled with lush, verdant plants, Long Zitao stirred something in Ye Yuwei’s heart.

"Thank you, Mr. Long. Xiao Zhou, please take the flower to the car."

After the assistant left, Long Zitao approached and suddenly hugged Ye Yuwei.

"Mr. Long, this is the makeup room."

"I know, but the entire building belongs to me."

Long Zitao spoke hoarsely, as his long-suppressed desires flared openly.

He pulled Ye Yuwei closer, his hand encircling her delicate waist.

Slender, soft.

He could even feel the subtle firmness of her abs.

"Yuwei, you can’t escape today."

"Why would I escape? You’re not some man-eating monster."

Ye Yuwei’s breath was sweet and fragrant. Though she didn’t make a move, her whole body seemed to tremble lightly.

This captivating figure nearly made the blood in Long Zitao’s veins boil over completely.