CEO's Sweetheart is a Super Idol-Chapter 501 - 493: No Looking Back

Afternoon

Lying on the bed, Ye Yuwei suddenly felt someone covering her mouth and nose.

She struggled desperately, broke free, and ran away.

The person trying to capture her seemed to be close behind, and she ran and hid with all her might, her heart pounding as if it might burst through her chest.

By the time she woke up from the nightmare, her entire body was already drenched in sweat.

She stared at the ceiling for a long time. The room was bathed in sunlight, and there was the sound of ocean waves outside.

"Damn it!" She forced herself to sit up, the fresh terror still lingering in every part of her body.

After the incident, the domestic side ordered the program team to pause recording and sent Mr. Wan over to handle the matter personally.

The security measures here were also significantly reinforced, tripling the number of security personnel originally employed.

At the same time, under pressure from her team, the local authorities assigned personnel to reopen the case for investigation.

"Sister Yezi, are you okay!" Lv Fangxin came in with a tray of food.

Ye Yuwei tried to relax her limbs and sat up from the bed. "I’m fine, just had a nightmare."

She got off the bed barefoot, walked to the side, and looked outside. Blue skies, white clouds, and flocks of seagulls filled the scene with tranquility.

The old-fashioned wall clock on the wall showed the time was 14:30; it seemed she hadn’t slept for too long.

"Where is everyone else?"

"They’re recording materials in the conference room on the top floor. I stayed behind to take care of you."

"Thank you, Fangxin."

"Sister Yezi, have something to eat!"

Lv Fangxin walked over, and under the bright sunlight, her eyes were filled with a sympathetic ache.

"Alright, I’ll eat in a bit."

At that moment, Lv Fangxin opened her arms and hugged her.

"Yezi, why don’t you rest for a while longer?"

"I’m fine. I want to drink some water."

Ye Yuwei felt a bit awkward being suddenly hugged.

Lv Fangxin, however, buried her face against Ye Yuwei’s chest.

The silky feel of the nightgown and the jasmine-like scent of her skin intoxicated her. "Sister Yezi, I’ll get you some water."

Her voice was soft and airy, like a little kitten struggling inside a cotton ball.

Ye Yuwei quickly went to eat lunch: salad, fish, and baked bread.

Though not her usual fare, she had to replenish her energy.

"Sister Yezi, will we still be able to continue our program?" Lv Fangxin’s dark eyes were filled with worry.

"We will. The program has a sponsorship of 300 million yuan. Not proceeding and compensating would be unimaginable." Her face dimmed as she spoke: "It’s my fault for delaying everyone."

"No, it’s those bad people who caused this; you’re the victim."

Ye Yuwei sighed, taking a sip of orange juice tinged with bitterness. "These people are simply brazen."

Lv Fangxin, equally angry and worried, stood up and paced around.

Her slender, well-proportioned figure matched with her photogenic face was strikingly beautiful.

"I swear I’ll never come here for fun again. It’s too dangerous."

"How long have they been recording?" Ye Yuwei changed the subject.

"More than four hours. Sister Yezi, you should really take a good rest."

"Hmm." Ye Yuwei thought for a moment but still decided not to join them.

She was afraid of causing trouble for her fellow sisters and the production team.

Ye Yuwei possessed a level of courage and emotional intelligence uncommon for her age.

She knew precisely when to act and when not to.

Lv Fangxin sat back in front of Ye Yuwei. The youthful immaturity from a year ago had faded, but the purity in her eyes remained.

Her personality and smile still generated an unmistakable warmth.

"Sister Yezi, why don’t I accompany you outside for a walk in the courtyard? There are bodyguards."

Ye Yuwei shook her head. "It’s fine. I don’t want to trouble anyone."

"But staying inside all the time will only make you feel worse."

"It’s alright. I can scroll through my phone and watch some dramas." Ye Yuwei finished the last sip of her orange juice.

The sunshine outside grew even brighter, and the ocean waves sounded like a symphony of nature.

This bedroom was also luxurious. Although the furniture was old, it exuded a sense of quality.

There was even a small balcony, offering a view of a slanting alleyway.

Tall palm trees were planted along the alley, with people passing through occasionally.

But who could imagine that beneath such picturesque scenery lurked terrifying crimes?

Galaxy. At this hour in Huaxia, it was twilight.

Wang Yiran, freshly showered, lay in a newly rented apartment, waiting for Yu Qingjia.

She adored this feeling, the dim air still carrying traces of sunlight.

Clad in a white cotton sweater and jeans, Yu Qingjia pushed the door open and walked in.

"I’m back!" She placed the carnations in her hand into the vase. "Why aren’t the lights on?"

"I like this muted tone."

"Yiran, did you cook?" The scent of vegetable soup wafted from the kitchen, and Yu Qingjia’s face lit up with satisfaction and delight.

"I made your favorite winter melon and pork rib soup." Wang Yiran, as cheerful as a sparrow, sprang up.

Yu Qingjia couldn’t resist smiling, warmed by her companion’s contagious enthusiasm.

After dinner, the two played games for a while—after all, being idols, they had to manage their figures.

Later, they started watching movies in their home theater.

Wang Yiran loved movies and would watch all kinds of genres.

"Yiran, I signed the contract for that drama," Yu Qingjia said softly while sipping yogurt.

"That’s great. Even Miao Miao wouldn’t be able to snag a resource like that!"

Though Wang Yiran’s tone was light, Yu Qingjia could detect the suppression and anxiety beneath.

"Yiran, I told you, we’ll be best friends forever."

"I believe you."

Just as Yu Qingjia was about to say more, Wang Yiran stood, pulling her up. "Let’s go for a walk!"

They strolled to a nearby park, following the cobblestone path and gazing at the shimmering lake under the lights.

Strands of hair fluttered in the breeze, clothing rippling softly.

"Qingjia, look how beautiful the lake is in the distance!"

"Yes, it is!"

"This night sky, this lake—they’ll remain untouched by the passage of time."

Beneath the shadowed trees and twinkling lights, Wang Yiran appeared pensive.

"It’s precisely because our youth and lives are finite that we must strive," Yu Qingjia said with a smile.

Wang Yiran brushed aside a hanging willow branch, her eyes—bright as stars in the night sky—filled with melancholy.

"Yeah. I entered the group at sixteen."

"Back then, it felt so wonderful, like youth would last forever."

"But by twenty, I suddenly felt old, panicking when I saw those sixteen-year-old newcomers."

Yu Qingjia understood Wang Yiran’s feelings; she had been through it too.

But now, she saw hope—at least she still had acting gigs and variety shows to appear on.

"Yiran, I’ll help rally votes for you in this year’s general election." After a moment of silence, Yu Qingjia suddenly said.

"Qingjia, the fans won’t listen to you."

"Let’s give it a try! If you make it into the top-tier trio, the company will allocate more resources to you no matter what."

Wang Yiran fell silent, lowering her head as her expression constantly shifted.

"Qingjia, why don’t we just spend our lives as idols in Galaxy?"

Wang Yiran clutched her hand, her beautiful face brimming with fervor and hope.

"...Yiran, we can’t... It’s impossible to be idols forever. We’ll grow old. We’ll age."

Yu Qingjia turned her back, unable to face her. She gripped the cold railing by the lake tightly.

"Yiran, I have to go for it. Maybe I’ll make it, maybe I’ll break through."

Behind her, Wang Yiran’s expression had already fallen, as bleak as frost in late autumn.