CEO's Sweetheart is a Super Idol-Chapter 19 - 17 Disqualification of an Idol

"Yuwei, drink some water. I added goji berries and honey." Yu Manting handed over a thermos cup.

Ye Yuwei looked at the orange-red cup with a lingering fragrance and a blush rose on her face.

"Thank you," Ye Yuwei still accepted it. She didn’t want to strain the relationship.

"What’s going on here! Goji berries soaking in a little orange cup, so thoughtful!" Xu Mengchen walked over with a bright smile.

Looking at the other person’s warm and friendly smiling face, Ye Yuwei’s heart tightened.

She had a grudge against this person, and the latter’s demeanor made her feel extremely suffocated inside.

"It’s alright, Mengchen-jie, do you want some?" Ye Yuwei forced herself to smile calmly.

"Me? I wouldn’t dare drink it! That’s Manting’s specially prepared love water for you."

"Haha, Yuwei-jie, when are you going to form a CP with Manting? That would surely be a hit," Zhang Yu chimed in with innocence and pure amusement written all over her face.

"Then wouldn’t Jiaqi be ready to fight Manting to the death!" Yu Qingjia joined the conversation.

At this moment, Ye Yuwei felt her head throb—what on earth were these scheming women trying to do?

Yu Manting, on the other hand, remained calm. Seeing Ye Yuwei awkwardly unable to respond, she smiled and said, "It’s just a thermos cup; does it require triggering so many associations?"

"This isn’t just any thermos cup, no! It’s a little orange thermos cup, you know!" Xu Mengchen imitated a dramatic voice, her exaggerated tone making Ye Yuwei’s skin crawl.

"Haha, you guys really love to overthink. Look how scared you’ve made our Yuwei," Yu Manting said, gently wrapping her arm around Yuwei’s shoulder. Their fragrant bodies pressed tightly together.

Not accustomed to this, Yuwei could only endure it. Though she had been in the group for a while, only Li Jiaqi’s hugs failed to evoke a sense of discomfort in her.

"Is this wife protection, or husband protection?" Zhang Yu teased.

"Neither! Stop your wild guesses. Yuwei and Jiaqi’s CP match is doing great right now." Yu Manting smiled.

"True. I heard someone spent two hundred thousand chicken legs on you guys? Which big brother was that?" Zhang Yu asked with a bright smile, her eyes fixed on Ye Yuwei.

"Here it comes; they want to know who my single-push king is. The preliminary report before the general election must be coming soon," Ye Yuwei sighed inwardly while pretending to remain shy and silent.

"Two hundred thousand chicken legs! Just a few more rounds, and Yuwei, your preliminary report could make the top 36," Xu Mengchen said enviously.

"That single-push king must be Yuwei’s secret weapon. Why do you have to ask?" Yu Qingjia said, her face suddenly growing stern.

Ye Yuwei knew they were putting on a two-faced act.

Pretending to show goodwill while probing her personal secrets.

If she refused to answer, they’d say she was rejecting their kindness and not treating them as sisters.

Ultimately, their goal would still be to steal away her single-push king or expose her to him, ruining her completely.

"Yuwei, my head hurts a bit. Maybe I practiced too late. I want to go back to the dorm to get some painkillers. Will you come with me?"

Yu Manting’s words saved Ye Yuwei, making Zhang Yu’s dark pupils suddenly shrink. Her face turned frosty and revealed a hint of menace.

"Haha! Still claiming it’s not real love? Even getting meds together with Yuwei now." Yu Qingjia suddenly laughed and added, "Xiao Yu, Mengchen, let’s go back to dance practice!"

After the three left, Ye Yuwei couldn’t help but give Yu Manting a grateful glance.

"Manting, thank you. Honestly, you didn’t need to wade into this mess."

"No problem, Yuwei!"

Yu Manting’s gaze unsettled Ye Yuwei so much that she lowered her head and said, "I hope this doesn’t cause you trouble."

"Them?" Manting’s eyes flashed with extreme disdain.

"Don’t be fooled by their bullying behavior. They’ll steal fans from anyone they can, and when they can’t, they’ll try to tarnish that person’s reputation. Even the operations team has long been fed up with them."

"Ah! Is it Mr. Shen and his team?" This revelation shocked Ye Yuwei. What surprised her more was how Manting had learned about it.

"Our company’s operational model relies on small fan events paired with the general election, earning through fan contributions. Yu Qingjia and her group’s antics have already started disrupting our ’ecological balance’." Yu Manting didn’t directly confirm but hinted instead.

Ye Yuwei didn’t press further, though Yu Manting’s image in her mind had transformed completely.

She suddenly realized no one ever mentioned this girl’s background.

In the dorm, Jiaqi had been crying privately for a long time, splashing water on her face.

Looking at her ruined makeup in the mirror, she couldn’t help but smile bitterly.

"Jiaqi, when did you turn into this crazy woman? Complaining about life isn’t you. Pull yourself together; you can do this." freewebnσvel.cѳm

As her eyes gradually regained their luster, Jiaqi walked back to her bedroom and opened her phone, wanting to check Yuwei and the others’ training progress.

Boom!

When she saw the photo posted in the chat group, she nearly collapsed on the ground.

Her heart felt as though it were being shredded, crushed, and torn apart by an overwhelming pain devouring her soul.

In the photo, Ye Yuwei nestled in Yu Manting’s embrace, letting the latter hold her tightly.

Yuwei’s beautiful face still carried an expression of "shyness and fear," like a stray cat being protected.

"Yuwei! Yuwei! Why did you hide in that woman’s arms? Why let her hold you?" Heart-wrenching tears fell from Jiaqi’s eyes, carrying absolute despair.

Knock, knock!

The phone buzzed with a text message notification.

"Jiaqi, baby, what are you doing? Why aren’t you part of the Shenghai TV rehearsal this time?"

Li Jiaqi noticed it was that persistent "dark fan" messaging her.

"Don’t you dare call me baby! What kind of creep are you?"

Jiaqi, overwhelmed by grief and a whirlwind of thoughts, no longer cared about maintaining her idol image.

"Sorry, sorry... Is it because you don’t think you’ll place in the top 36 of the preliminary report that you weren’t sent to rehearsal?"

After a sycophantic apology, the man added another cautious query.

"Yes!"

"Then if I spend 120,000, would that secure your spot?"

Li Jiaqi froze upon reading the message. This person seriously intended to spend 120,000 on her?

"Yes, based on last year’s data before the general election, that amount should be enough to qualify."

Li Jiaqi thought for a moment and finally sent the reply.

She knew she was playing with fire.

If this person leaked their conversation, her reputation would be destroyed; private contact with fans was a serious offense.

But all Jiaqi could think about was the image of Ye Yuwei cuddling with Yu Manting.

She had already begun to suspect why Ye Yuwei attended the rehearsal—it must’ve been thanks to the mysterious benefactor.

If she didn’t perform well soon, Ye Yuwei would leave her behind entirely, and she’d lose this friend forever.

"Then after I spend the money, can I call you baby?"

Li Jiaqi, thinking of the man’s vile demeanor, felt a wave of nausea but forced herself to endure it for the sake of Ye Yuwei.