CEO's Sweetheart is a Super Idol-Chapter 39 - 37: The Elegant Beauty Shu Ya

Practice Room

As the two walked in, a dozen scorching eyes immediately fixed on them.

"Yuwei, Jiaqi, come sit over here," Lu Bingbing smiled and gestured for them to sit in the middle of the practice room.

Ye Yuwei hesitated for a moment but walked over anyway. She didn’t actually like this, but there was no choice. Once you enter this circle, you have to accept its rules.

"Yuwei, your preliminary results this year are great. We’ve decided to throw you a grand birthday party," Lu Bingbing held her hand, a warm smile on her face.

"Thank you, Captain, for your trouble."

"Haha! It’s what I, as the captain, should do."

Li Jiaqi watched the scene, a slight bitterness in her heart. Though she was Ye Yuwei’s CP and had achieved good results too, the gap between them was too wide.

"Jiaqi, congratulations to you too," Lu Bingbing proved to be a good captain, considering every aspect.

"Thank you, Captain. This is just the preliminaries; we don’t know how the general selection will go!"

"Preliminary results can indicate certain issues. You all need to work hard during this time!"

"We will, and won’t let our fans down," Li Jiaqi said a polite comment.

"Yuwei, let me treat you to a meal today," Xu Mengchen chimed in.

Looking at Xu Mengchen’s flowery smile, Ye Yuwei felt extremely uncomfortable inside, but her face still showed a gentle smile: "Not tonight, I have exams at school."

"Okay then! Studies are important, but we must gather tomorrow!" Xu Mengchen’s laugh became more endearing.

"Yuwei, we’re all from Team N, this year we have to defeat all other teams in the general election," Yu Qingjia looked at her with determined eyes.

"Yes! We must unite and move forward together."

Ye Yuwei extended her hand, and everyone formed a circle, seeming as if the team spirit exploded.

Street

The sick Lan Yening was crossing the road with a dizzy head.

He didn’t notice a white Maserati driving from his left side.

Bang!

Luckily, the car wasn’t going fast, and the driver braked in time, only knocking him onto the hood.

"Are you okay? Let me take you to the hospital."

"No, no, it’s my fault for being dizzy."

The kind-hearted Lan Yening didn’t hold it against the driver for hitting him.

This woman found him amusing, but was also touched by his kindness.

"You should still go to the hospital! You don’t look well."

"Really, I’m fine, just a cold."

It was then that Lan Yening saw clearly the woman’s appearance.

In her thirties, with long straight black hair, full of charm, with an egg-shaped face and a beauty mark,

her eyes shone with the maturity and rationality that came from experiencing the world.

The woman was wearing a white linen silk dress, and because of the angle, the tall Lan Yening could clearly see a beautiful view.

But the woman was completely unaware, still showing concern and asking him questions.

"Sorry for causing you trouble," Lan Yening said softly, his face red, looking down.

"It’s me who’s causing you trouble," the woman had also gotten a clear look at him.

What a stunning little milk dog, with skin as creamy white and delicate as butter, he looked incredibly endearing and easily lovable as he stood there timidly.

"I’m Zhang Shuya, here’s my business card. If you need anything, you can find me," her captivating eyes fixed on him, as if trying to see through him.

"Okay," Lan Yening didn’t want to tangle further, taking the luxurious card.

"Where are you heading, is it to see a doctor? Let me take you."

"Thank you, no, I’m going to work."

"You’re so sick and still going to work, what do you do?"

The woman’s pace of speech wasn’t fast, but carried a natural pressure.

He was heading to a job as a faux-maiden performer today.

After Ye Yuwei’s preliminary results came out, the fan group erupted. They didn’t expect her to make it to the top 16.

Excited fans started pledging to go all out in voting to secure Ye Yuwei’s spot in the interim report.

Lan Yening naturally wanted to spend more on his goddess, so even though he was sick, he still insisted on working.

Under Zhang Shuya’s persistence, Lan Yening ended up going to the hospital, and she covered the medical expenses.

"Sister Shuya, sorry for the trouble and for making you spend so much money."

"I hit you, so it’s my responsibility. Money is not an issue," Zhang Shuya smiled warmly at Lan Yening while driving.

"Sister Shuya, you can stop the car here. It’s hard for vehicles to enter where I live."

"Alright, remember to call me if anything happens," Zhang Shuya looked at the little man beside her with reluctance.

When Lan Yening returned home, his mother was waiting for him in the living room with a big smile.

"Mom, what’s the good news today? You look so happy."

"Xiao Ning, Aunt Wang came by earlier, saying she wants to introduce you to a girlfriend."

"Mom, I’m not looking for a girlfriend right now."

"Xiao Ning, you’re getting older. If you don’t find a wife soon, I’m afraid I might not see my grandchild."

Seeing his mother on the verge of tears, Lan Yening felt frustrated but didn’t want to vent on her: "Mom, it’s not that I’m not looking for a girlfriend, but rather wanting to earn some money first..."

Hearing this, his mother seemed guilt-ridden: "I know, given our poor family, what girl would be interested in us!"

"Mom, don’t say that; there are still many good girls out there."

Not wanting his mother to feel overly guilty or sad, Lan Yening casually reassured her.

"Xiao Ning, is there someone you like?" His mother misunderstood.

"No, if there is, I’ll definitely bring her home to meet you."

Lan Yening felt a mix of amusement and helplessness, but Ye Yuwei’s image floated into his mind.

"Yuwei, I know you’re not a materialistic girl; you just need money to fulfill your dreams." Lan Yening pictured a beautiful fantasy in his mind.

Comforting his mother for a bit, Lan Yening returned to his room and turned on the computer. He wanted to see Ye Yuwei’s thoughts on the preliminary results.

"Seeing the preliminary ranking, I was stunned. Without support clubs or organizations, I made it to the top 16. Thank you all, thank you to everyone who cares about me. I’ll only repay you with more effort."

Those simple seventy-something words drove the fans wild.

After Ye Yuwei entered the top 16, she gained over four hundred fans in just an afternoon.

The comments on Weibo finally surpassed a thousand, and they were all real fans.

"I can’t believe Yezi doesn’t have a support club. My God, what are the fans doing?"

"We have one now. We’ve established the Ye Yuwei Global Support Club, from here on, our support club is called the ’Red Leaf Army’."

"Darling, you deserve this. I know how hard and hardworking you are every day."

"Yezi, I got my paycheck today. I spent a third of it for voting for you, let’s go!"

"I knew Yezi would cry seeing the results, she’s so pure and kind, let’s go all out for the interim report!"

Lan Yening couldn’t help but smile happily at these words of encouragement for Ye Yuwei.

However, as he read on, his expression grew increasingly sour.

"Today, Yu Qingjia’s fans insulted her all day because two years ago, Yu Qingjia came in at the same rank. I really don’t know what’s wrong with Yu Qingjia’s fans; are they crazy?"

"To the one above, they’re just teaching her how to respect her seniors. Don’t think being 16th in the prelims is a big deal."

"Recently, Yezi has been too arrogant, even appearing in the big director’s film, something even TOP doesn’t get."

"Haha, Yezi is just the kind of girl who appears pure on the outside but is a green tea inside."

"She’s still a hidden royal, sucking up to Old Mu. I heard everyone else at the center has to give way to her."

"I heard that too, supposedly Yezi never queues at the canteen."