CEO's Sweetheart is a Super Idol-Chapter 16 - 14: Thin Noodle Soup

Maid Café

Lan Yening forced a smile as he wrote the word "maid" in Japanese on a piece of cake.

Sitting nearby was a tall, broad-shouldered man with glasses.

After finishing work, Yuwei walked out the restaurant door, Lan Yening trailing behind her.

"Xiao Ning, why didn’t Zhaozhao come to work?"

"He’s dealing with some personal matters."

Lan Yening, having changed out of his cross-dressing attire, wore blue jeans and a white shirt. Under the hazy lights, he looked like a dreamy boy stepping out of moonlight.

"Oh! Well, goodbye." In truth, Ye Yuwei wasn’t concerned about Lv Zhao’s absence; she was merely trying to find something to say to ease the awkward atmosphere with Lan Yening.

"Yuwei, there’s a good movie playing tonight..."

"Xiao Ning, it’s too late. I have class tomorrow."

"Ah, alright then!"

Lan Yening watched Ye Yuwei’s departing figure, his heart aching as if being cut by a knife, his mind replaying Lv Zhao’s words to him again and again.

"You can’t afford a girl like her. You’ll never be able to give her what she wants..."

Lan Yening sighed deeply and walked toward the bus stop.

Ring! Ring!

Lan Yening picked up his phone; it was a message from Lv Zhao.

"Ningning, I’ve quit the job. If there’s anything, call me."

Looking at the words on the screen, Lan Yening was momentarily dumbfounded.

He hadn’t expected Lv Zhao to resign like that.

Reflecting on the events of that day, Lan Yening sighed once again.

"Maybe he needs time to heal."

Beihai Park

On the white stone bridge, the lamp lights blurred.

With the distant starry reflections shimmering on the lake.

Wu Jingwen smiled as she put down her phone, having just taken a lovely picture with Yuwei.

Ye Yuwei’s face was flushed red.

The soft, delicate waist still bore traces of the tight grip from earlier.

"Yuwei, I’m a bit hungry. I want to eat something."

"What do you feel like eating?"

"I’d like to go home and make something myself."

Upon hearing Teacher Wu’s invitation to her home, Ye Yuwei hesitated for a moment.

Having been in this circle for a while, she understood many things.

Teacher Wu’s enthusiasm toward her made her a little uneasy.

"What’s wrong, Yuwei? Are you afraid I’ll devour you?"

Teacher Wu laughed, her gaze becoming increasingly alluring under the moonlight.

"Haha! I’m just worried about troubling you," Ye Yuwei expertly masked her feelings, her voice carrying a hint of innocence. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

"It’s no trouble; my home isn’t far from here. It’s an old-style courtyard house. You’ll love it."

After hesitating momentarily, Ye Yuwei nodded.

She knew that if she turned down Teacher Wu, it might mean losing this precious friendship.

They drove to an old residence with a secluded courtyard.

"This was left to me by my grandfather; it’s my favorite place."

"It really is lovely; the courtyard and house are so spacious."

Ye Yuwei gazed at the scene with envy, knowing the property value here.

"This is my sanctuary. When I’m feeling down, I come here to read and play guitar."

"Having a home is truly wonderful. What I fear most is drifting aimlessly, without a place to settle." Ye Yuwei sighed softly. Deep down, she too longed for a stable home.

Teacher Wu made them a bowl of plain noodles.

The milky-white bone broth contained not only chewy thin noodles but also fresh green vegetables.

Shenghai’s night remained stiflingly hot.

Sweating profusely, Teacher Wu washed herself under the large ceramic basin beneath the grape arbor.

Her movements were slow and natural.

Even as Ye Yuwei sat there watching, there wasn’t the slightest hint of bashfulness.

Teacher Wu’s body was beautiful, her skin smooth as silk and mesmerizingly white under the moonlight.

"What are you looking at?" Teacher Wu teased Yuwei while splashing water.

"You have a tattoo."

Ye Yuwei, heart pounding, stood up impulsively and gently touched the "little butterfly" inked on Teacher Wu’s lower back with her fingertip.

The instant finger met skin, a cool, silky sensation traveled straight to her heart.

"This is the Blue Flash Butterfly, also known as the Blue Morpho Butterfly. It comes from the Greek word ’Morph,’ which is Venus’s name, symbolizing mystery and beauty."

Teacher Wu held Yuwei’s hand lightly, her tone soft and seductive, as she leaned closer, her presence radiating an irresistible allure.

The round moon cast its pure light into the night sky.

Through the gaps in the grape arbor’s leaves, the light permeated, wrapping them in its embrace.

The two could see each other clearly — even the fine hairs on their faces.

At that moment, Yuwei seemed genuinely entranced, like a bee mesmerized by a flower, like a drunkard savoring wine.

Ding-ling! Ding-ling!

Just as Ye Yuwei was lost in her reverie, the abrupt ring of her phone jolted her awake like a morning bell.

Under Teacher Wu’s disappointed, regretful, and reluctant gaze, Yuwei hastily ran over to answer the call.

"Baby, where are you? Come back quickly, I need you..." The voice on the other end belonged to Ye Yuwei, tinged with grievance.

"What’s wrong, Jiaqi?"

"I’m so hungry. Could you bring me a chicken leg rice meal?"

Upon hearing Li Jiaqi’s voice, Ye Yuwei suddenly felt a pang of shame.

"Ye Yuwei, Ye Yuwei, what are you doing?

You think you’re an idol? You’re completely losing it."

"I’m sorry, Teacher Wu..." Ye Yuwei grabbed her bag, unsure of what to say, and escaped as quickly as she could.

Teacher Wu reached out, seemingly wanting to call her back, but ultimately remained silent.

When Yuwei’s figure vanished beyond the heavy door, Teacher Wu’s sophisticated, gentle face revealed a predatory smile, like a cat eyeing its prey.

Sitting in the taxi, Ye Yuwei’s face was still flushed.

Her nose seemed to still linger on the delicious aroma.

She returned to the center in a daze, only to suddenly remember at the door that she hadn’t bought Jiaqi’s meal.

In a panic, she hurried to the restaurant opposite the center, only to realize with a jolt that she’d made a terrible mistake.

The fast-food place near the center was a hotspot for fans staking out idols.

The entire place was filled with obsessive "dark fans."

"Look, isn’t that Little Ye?"

"It’s really Ye Yuwei!"

Faced with the surprised, delighted, and even greedy or eerie gazes of the hordes of otakus and fans, Ye Yuwei lowered her head.

"She’s so wild. She danced seductively with Li Jiaqi in her livestream the other day."

"Really? Ye Yuwei looks so pure on the surface; is she secretly fiery inside?"

"Someone tipped her tens of thousands for chicken legs. She probably ran into a top-tier sugar daddy."

A well-dressed girl with glasses and a designer handbag sneered as she looked at Ye Yuwei.

Ye Yuwei knew this girl was an ardent fan of Xu Mengchen.

Though the idols at the center acted united in front of outsiders, hardcore fans were well aware of the true dynamics between them.

Especially Xu Mengchen, who loved sharing her personal life with her fans.

Ye Yuwei’s face reddened further, her eyes laden with humiliation.

Perhaps, in their eyes, she and Jiaqi weren’t much better than those notorious women.

All for "chicken legs," all to win over more fans, all for election votes — casting away dignity and self-respect.