CEO's Sweetheart is a Super Idol

Chapter 263 - 256: 1 Lipstick

While that person was still looking for an opportunity.

Lv Fangxin and the others had already entered the shop.

At that moment, she suddenly noticed a large group of people lined up on one side of the store’s lobby, all holding banners, with a large scroll held up behind them.

On the scroll was a half-body portrait of Lv Fangxin, along with the words: "Marching forward, Fangxin with you."

Upon seeing Lv Fangxin, the group started chanting the slogan repeatedly, in unison.

On the surface, Lv Fangxin pretended to remain composed, but inwardly she was extremely excited and joyful.

Such a grand display—she was the only one in the room receiving this kind of treatment.

Ye Yuwei, however, discerned that this must have been approved by the brand itself.

For Chanel to allow such fan support showed Lv Fangxin’s immense popularity—the kind that extended far beyond the usual circles.

Following the arrangements, the group began to browse the store, though in reality, it was merely a quick walkthrough for the sake of filming.

Stores like this were places Ye Yuwei had never visited, knowing she couldn’t afford anything there and had no reason to come.

Afterward, they posed for several photos.

The photographer spent the most time "wasting" shots on Ye Yuwei and Lv Fangxin.

Not only were the two naturally stunning, but each possessed a pair of perfectly straight, glowing white, and endlessly long legs.

Many girls might have attractive faces, but the moment other features were scrutinized—especially their legs—it was game over.

Some were tall enough indeed, but their legs weren’t straight, bent and uneven, and unpleasant to look at.

These two, however, seemed virtually flawless—they were essentially born "clothes hangers."

Afterward, the group had some delicacies, and in the end, Chanel gifted Lv Fangxin two lipsticks worth nearly ten thousand yuan, with one given solely to her.

Regarding this, everyone tacitly chose not to mention it.

Brands have sharp judgment—no matter how fans or online factions exaggerate your fame, without true public recognition, they wouldn’t even give you a glance.

Take high-end luxury brands as an example!

An outfit meant for award ceremonies or other significant occasions might cost hundreds of thousands, even millions.

The average celebrity would rent them, but if you were minor in rank, high-end brands wouldn’t even consider lending you one.

There was once a female star, previously quite popular, who managed to obtain a haute couture dress for a movie award ceremony by some means, only to be publicly criticized by the brand on social media, losing face entirely.

Meanwhile, a male star, who ordinarily cared little for this so-called "fashion" scene.

One year, his film hit big; he attended the awards wearing a three-year-old suit from a low-end line of a major brand priced at over thirty thousand yuan.

The same supposedly international fashion brand profusely proclaimed how this male star had worn their designs.

These lofty-seeming luxury brands, truthfully, are just sycophants. Call them opportunists or petty, but no one goes against money.

Back at the temporary hotel room, Lv Fangxin, noticing no one around, blushed slightly and pulled out the lipstick: "Yuwei-jie, I’ll give you one."

Ye Yuwei smiled as she took the lipstick to examine, then handed it back to Lv Fangxin: "Save it for Chen Yinghan."

"...Yuwei-jie?"

"You and Chen Yinghan are currently the hottest ’CP.’ A lot of votes for you are based on your duo’s persona. You two are in a mutually beneficial relationship—make sure to capitalize on it."

Lv Fangxin couldn’t miss Ye Yuwei’s heartfelt intentions.

"Yuwei-jie, thank you..."

"Don’t thank me. Everything you’ve earned today is what you deserve. Just make sure to stay true to yourself—that’s the key to earning everyone’s respect."

Ye Yuwei said, reaching out to help her fix her hair.

At that moment, the room door suddenly swung open, and Meng Meixuan walked in from outside.

"Yuwei, you’re here too. The bathroom on my side is acting up, so I wanted to borrow yours for a bit."

Meng Meixuan spoke with a bright smile, but her eyes betrayed a critical intent.

"Oh! Sure, go ahead, Meixuan. We were just about to head over to Yue Ting’s room to chat." Ye Yuwei smiled slightly—she could easily guess what the other had on her mind.

Meng Meixuan realized she hadn’t gotten what she wanted and had no choice but to use the bathroom.

At 2 a.m., the group took a "red-eye flight" back to their base.

Following Ye Yuwei’s advice, Lv Fangxin presented Chanel’s lipstick to Chen Yinghan in front of everyone.

Soon, word of this act spread across the entire base, and everyone started looking at the duo differently.

On their way back, a group of visiting fans somehow got word of the story and brought it up.

"Chen Yinghan, did Lv Fangxin really give you a Chanel lipstick?"

"Yes!"

"You guys seem so close. You give her socks, and she gives you lipstick."

Chen Yinghan couldn’t hide the pleased smile breaking across her face.

Beside her, Ye Yuwei also wore a soft smile.

"Village Flower, you’re so beautiful—did a lot of people chase after you before?" One bold fan asked directly.

Before Lv Fangxin could reply, Chen Yinghan interjected with a laugh, "Now Village Flower belongs solely to me! From now on, I’m going to keep her."

Ah!

The fans immediately erupted in excitement, cheering uncontrollably, while Lv Fangxin, blushing bright red, couldn’t suppress her laughter.

This scene was hurriedly captured by everyone present—the two didn’t yet know that this moment would become a lifelong legend of theirs.

Meanwhile, inside the dormitory, Qiang Yueting sat in a daze on the floor, not even bothering to turn on the lights.

The news of their visit to Mountain City’s Taikoo Li had exploded online overnight.

She spotted the trending topics while borrowing the dorm supervisor’s phone for online shopping.

Two events had made it onto that night’s hot search.

First, Chanel gifting Lv Fangxin two lipsticks, with Lv Fangxin giving one to her friend Chen Yihan, marking their eternal bond of friendship.

Second, her own looks took a devastating blow after photos taken at the airport lounge with Lv Fangxin were posted by certain individuals, leading to ridicule: "public execution," "face ground into dirt by comparison," "looking like a certain internet-famous male face with 99% similarity."

These two events were practically being overhyped across every platform, and the comments beneath her and Lv Fangxin’s photo were flooded with venomous criticism.

"Not just chubby—a protruding forehead and nonexistent chin are also fatal flaws."

"A completely shapeless face—it’s literally just a ball."

"Who’s this? A market auntie?"

"Good grief! Is this a blobfish that’s gained sentience?"

People even edited a plethora of images to mock her.

Blobfish spirit, Fuwa mascot, double-eyelid monster.

These remarks nearly shattered Qiang Yueting’s mental defenses.

She used to think she looked quite pretty, but now it was clear how hideous she was in others’ eyes.

The worst part was that her offensive behaviors—flipping people off, insulting neighbors, and making regionalist remarks—had been dug up.

She knew all too well how Wang Miaomiao’s career crumbled—it started with mocking the appearance of three members of the girl group "Three Suns."

For women like them, such stains could be utterly fatal.

She had never been this terrified, this shaken before.

She was so frightened that she didn’t even dare to look in a mirror.

In stark contrast, Lv Fangxin was being hailed as a one-of-a-kind beauty worldwide. "Village Flower is absolutely divine."

"A 360-degree flawless beauty."

"Natural will always be natural—effortlessly stunning."

"Oh my god! Village Flower is actually this gorgeous!"

Although Ye Yuwei and the other two also received compliments, these voices were drowned out by the overwhelming praise for Lv Fangxin.

Obviously, any discerning person could tell there was manipulation behind this—the constant trending topics—but Lv Fangxin’s popularity was undeniably solid, or it couldn’t have spread so rapidly.

Upon learning more details, Ye Yuwei let out a deep sigh. Ah Qiang might have been completely finished.