CEO's Sweetheart is a Super Idol-Chapter 29 - 27 Insider Trading

On the other end of the phone, sitting in a luxurious café, Ma Tao looked bitterly at the phone in front of him.

"She blocked me. I’m sorry, Mr. Wu, I didn’t complete your instruction."

Wu Jingwen smiled faintly, "It’s fine. You’re still supplying the materials for the project in the eastern suburbs."

"Haha! Thank you, Mr. Wu." Director Ma smiled reservedly, his heart extremely satisfied.

The profits just from the basic materials for that project were nearly over twenty million.

But what mattered more to him wasn’t the money—it was the connection he’d managed to establish with the Wu family through this.

Knock, knock!

Wu Jingwen’s phone chimed with a WeChat notification.

"Teacher Wu, are you busy? Can I call you and talk about something?"

"I’ll call you in fifteen minutes."

Leaving the café, Wu Jingwen sat inside her car and dialed the number.

"Teacher Wu, I’m very sorry, there’s something I need to tell you..."

"Is it really that frightening, Yuwei? Those fans actually follow you?"

"Yes, Teacher Wu. Some of them have really twisted minds."

Yuwei’s voice was filled with anxiety and apologies.

"Teacher Wu, I know asking you to help me clarify this might expose your privacy, but I have no other choice. Of course, if you feel uncomfortable, I’ll find another way."

"Yuwei, do you truly want to keep walking down the road of being an idol? In that small theater you might find it easier, but once you step into the big leagues, the darkness there is beyond your imagination."

On the other end of the phone, Ye Yuwei fell silent, obviously thinking about Director Ma’s situation.

"Teacher Wu, I’ve already said this is the only path that can change my life. No matter what, I have to fight for it. If it really doesn’t work out, I’ll leave."

Hearing Ye Yuwei’s words, Wu Jingwen couldn’t help but show a slightly helpless smile.

She felt that Ye Yuwei was still naïve. Some things couldn’t be simply avoided just because you didn’t want to do them.

"Alright, Yuwei, I’ll help you."

"Thank you, Teacher Wu. I’ll pixelate and blur your photo."

After putting the phone down, Wu Jingwen thought for a moment and dialed another number.

...

In the alleys lined with tube-shaped apartments.

Lan Yening’s strikingly handsome face, akin to that of a dark elf, was full of anxiety and rage.

As someone who had been quietly following Ye Yuwei, he saw the vile slander directed at his beloved in his pocket feed.

He couldn’t fathom how there could be so much unprovoked malice in the world, especially targeting a young woman.

Yet, deep inside, Lan Yening also wanted to know if Ye Yuwei really did "sell herself to climb up the ranks."

Even though he constantly told himself Ye Yuwei wasn’t that kind of person, the overwhelming "facts" laid out in front of him and the analysis from many "rational fans" were starting to shake his faith.

"No, no, Yuwei isn’t like that, Lan Yening. What are you thinking? If you don’t trust the person you love the most, who else can you trust?" Struggling in pain, Lan Yening pounded his fists on his head repeatedly.

"Lan Yening, right now is Yuwei’s most difficult time. Shouldn’t you be doing something for her?"

After much deliberation, he took out his phone and gifted Ye Yuwei 50,000 drumsticks in the pocket feed room.

This act instantly stirred up the entire feed room.

"Holy crap, dropping this many drumsticks at this time—could it actually be ’The Sword Gentleman’?"

"Fifty thousand drumsticks, this guy is intense! Isn’t he afraid he’s just raising a girl for someone else?"

"Does this dude have a self-abuse kink or just enjoy being cheated on?"

"Is everyone’s taste getting heavier? They’re into ’public transit’ girls now?"

Hundreds of disgusting comments flooded the screen, though a few of Ye Yuwei’s loyal fans fought back.

"Shut it, you cats, your whole damn family is public transit. The truth has already been clarified, stop trying to stir the pot."

"For heaven’s sake, have some decency! The clarification’s out—why don’t you people bother reading it!"

"Ye Yuwei, kick these people out of the room now!"

But those voices were drowned out almost immediately.

This was the consequence of Ye Yuwei’s rapid rise, her shaky foundation, and lack of fans in great numbers.

If it had been another top idol, forget tearing into the opponents—at least controlling the narrative would’ve been doable.

Sitting in front of her computer, Ye Yuwei forced a smile while chatting with Li Jiaqi about mundane things.

Li Jiaqi, hugging a stuffed teddy bear, tried hard to keep up the act, but she could feel herself cracking. The insults were just too vile.

Many of the comments urged her to run away and distance herself from the "trash girl."

"Please stop! Don’t curse her anymore. I can’t take it. We’re all flesh and blood—why do you have to be so cruel? Yuwei isn’t that kind of person!" Finally overwhelmed, Li Jiaqi broke down in tears.

"Ye Yuwei is still human. If she cheated on us, why can’t we curse her!"

"Li Jiaqi, she even cheated you—how do you put up with it? The knife’s sitting right over there."

"Li Jiaqi, why don’t you wake up already? Are you sticking with her because she’s good at one certain thing?"

"Ye Yuwei, if you have any shred of dignity, slice your own wrists or down some rat poison."

Utterly devastated, Li Jiaqi began sobbing uncontrollably to defend her friend.

"No, no, Yuwei never did the things you’re accusing her of."

"Jiaqi..." Ye Yuwei, her heart aching as if stabbed, grabbed her friend tightly.

"I’ve never done anything that would betray the name of ’idol.’"

"I know there are people in this room trying to provoke me, hoping I lose control, so they can screenshot and spread the slander online—but you’re mistaken."

With Ye Yuwei’s words, another wave of vile slurs came at her, with some users posting outright obscene images that should’ve been banned.

Gritting her teeth, Ye Yuwei spoke slowly, "The internet leaves traces—it remembers. Every word I say here, every message I send will be recorded, and so will yours. The things I’ve never done, no matter how hard you steer the narrative, will never become true."

This declaration was effectively her war declaration against the haters and spread like wildfire within the fandom bubble.

Within fifteen minutes, the bullet comments flooding Ye Yuwei’s pocket feed room exploded.

Meanwhile, this story reached the trending hot topic list on Weibo.

Though many were uncertain why idols weren’t allowed to date, they all jumped in on accusing Ye Yuwei of being the vain girl who would sell her dignity for fame.

Whether they knew her personally or not, countless people relentlessly attacked her.

On normal days, Ye Yuwei’s Weibo posts would only garner a few dozen comments. Tonight, that number shot past seventy thousand.

No one could’ve foreseen this stark spike exceeding even her group’s top-tier idols.

After shutting down the pocket room, Li Jiaqi clung onto Ye Yuwei and sobbed uncontrollably.

"Yuwei, why? Why is life so bitter for us? Why do those people treat us like garbage? Is it wrong to want to change our lives through hard work?"

"Jiaqi, in their eyes, we’re just talking dolls, nothing more."

Ye Yuwei’s pale face showed a look of sorrow:

"On the surface, they love seeing us polished and vibrant, but deep down, they derive greater pleasure from destroying us completely."

Li Jiaqi tilted her head up, her face etched with anguish: "Why are their hearts so full of darkness?"

Yuwei smirked coldly, "People obsessed with ’girl-next-door transformations’—what kind of character do you think they have? And those who obsess over our shipping stories—what kind of souls do they possess?"

The remark left Jiaqi stunned and speechless.

She’d never considered this question and simply assumed the fans just genuinely liked them.

She’d never viewed them from the perspective of humanity’s darker sides.

"Yuwei..."

"Jiaqi, rest now. Today was truly exhausting, far too exhausting."

Ye Yuwei slowly stood up, her waterfall-like black hair cascading elegantly over her gentle shoulders.

At that moment, she looked just like a princess from a realm of darkness.