CEO's Sweetheart is a Super Idol-Chapter 37 - 35: The Injured Orange Cat

Ring! Ring!

"Hello! Xiao Ning, what’s up?"

Ye Yuwei had just returned to the dormitory when she received a call from Lan Yening.

After hesitating for a moment, Ye Yuwei still picked up the call.

"Yuwei, why did you resign?" Lan Yening’s voice on the other end was slightly panicked.

"Something came up, I can’t go to the store anymore."

Ye Yuwei then remembered that she hadn’t said goodbye to the others at the store.

"... Yuwei, are you, are you going to act in a play?"

"How did you know?"

"Because, because I saw your Weibo."

Lan Yening’s voice grew increasingly dejected, carrying a certain suppression.

"Haha! Yes! You must watch it then!"

Ye Yuwei felt a bit awkward about it, but still laughed warmly.

"Okay..."

"Xiao Ning, you must also keep going. You will definitely find someone who likes you."

Ye Yuwei’s tone was sincere, and she suddenly felt a bit sympathetic towards this big boy.

"Thank you, I wish you all the best on your way."

Before Ye Yuwei could say more, the other party had already hung up the phone.

Holding her phone, Ye Yuwei gave a wry smile, shook her head, and let this trivial matter fade from her memory.

To her, Lan Yening was just another passerby in her life, like those fans, there was nothing worth holding onto.

Dormitory

Lan Yening, whose face was deathly pale, stumbled into the bathroom, turned on the shower, letting the cold water slap fiercely against him.

Saddened in his heart, he could no longer stop the heart-wrenching tears that surged from his eyes.

"Lan Yening, you’re just a useless coward. Besides a good-looking face, you have nothing, no money, no education, no good family, you’re just a damn worthless puddle of mud."

He held a mirror, and the person inside looked like a beaten-down drowned rat.

Cough! Cough!

A series of suppressed, painful coughs came through, he knew it was his mother enduring her illness with all her might.

Lan Yening’s heart shuddered, and his muddled mind gradually became clear.

"If something happens to me, what will mom do! Without me, she will surely be heartbroken. I need to pull myself together, I’m still young, I’ll have opportunities."

Lan Yening kept encouraging himself, numbing himself with those intangible goals.

Community Center

Ye Yuwei was looking at the group chat with a worried expression.

This group was a big group of all the girls at the center, also known as the "Trash Talking Group."

A lot of complaints and dissatisfaction with the company were poured into this group.

Everyone knew that Chairman Mu and the others were aware of the content in this group, but women are like this, if they don’t speak out, they would feel stifled.

"I calculated when I got up this morning, and there’s only 275 left of my salary this month, and it turned out accurate with this afternoon’s transfer notification," a girl posted a message.

"At least you can calculate where your salary went, I’m completely confused! I’m working for free, not a cent left, is there any justice?" another complained.

"The company is getting more shameless, luring us with dreams, docking our promised wages using various methods, and using our contracts to block our way -- really a profitable investment," another was evidently indignant.

"The worst is some who want to work well end up being driven away with all kinds of tricks, and they won’t terminate the contracts, I’m going crazy. And the food in the cafeteria, is that even edible!"

Seeing everyone getting more and more agitated, Ye Yuwei’s worried face threw down the phone on the table.

"Yuwei, here! Everything’s here." Li Jiaqi placed her bank card on the table.

"What are you doing! I can’t take your money." Ye Yuwei sat up with a start and said loudly.

"If you don’t take it, how will you pay the tuition? The company won’t advance the chicken leg money to you."

"How did you know I need to pay tuition?"

"What else could have you sighing like this?" Li Jiaqi walked over, took the card back, and placed it in Ye Yuwei’s hand: "Take it! Emergency help, it’s not that you won’t pay me back."

"Jiaqi, I’ll pay you back once I get the chicken leg money."

"You, you’re always so clear-cut with these things like money."

"Jiaqi, I know you’re not well-off either, you still need to save for next semester’s tuition."

Ye Yuwei’s words made Li Jiaqi’s face flush slightly. Recently, she had more money in her hand from "support," but she dared not tell Yuwei.

She was afraid that her friend would cut ties if she knew what she had been doing, and even more afraid that others would find out, disrupting her idol career.

"Yuwei, just take it and use it, things will get better."

"Alright then!" Ye Yuwei gave her friend a sincere smile.

The two held hands, looking at each other, pure friendship flowed in the silent room.

Swish! Swish!

Suddenly, there was a noise at the window.

Still having psychological shadows from the last incident, Li Jiaqi, like a frightened little rabbit, dove into Ye Yuwei’s arms, her delicate body trembling constantly.

"Meow, meow, meow..."

Ye Yuwei, equally terrified, looked closely at the sound and found a little orange cat squatting on the outside windowsill scratching the glass.

It was skin and bones, dirty with wounds on its body, a broken bamboo skewer stuck in it, and its round, dark eyes filled with pain.

"Jiaqi, it’s a kitten."

Ye Yuwei patted her head, then walked cautiously to the window and opened it tentatively.

Perhaps too hurt, or perhaps betting its life one more time, the kitten didn’t run away, just pitifully meowing.

Ye Yuwei tentatively extended her hand, and the kitten also tried to stretch out its paw, placing it in her palm.

"Oh my God! Who could be so cruel, stabbing a bamboo skewer into it. Can it even survive?" Li Jiaqi said angrily, clenching her fist, unable to imagine who could be so vicious.

"I don’t know, but we have to help it." For some reason, when Ye Yuwei looked into the kitten’s eyes, she remembered her past self.

"How do we help it, take it to the hospital?"

"Yes, otherwise it will die."

"But Yuwei, you know the veterinary clinic’s fees, you still need to learn dance..."

Li Jiaqi’s voice grew quieter, clearly swinging between conscience and reality.

"Dance can be learned anytime, but not saving it means it will die right away."

Ye Yuwei’s face was firm, holding the furball tightly in her arms.

"Fine, Yuwei, even if we go broke, we have to treat it."

"Making it sound so serious, do we need to sell ourselves to save the cat!"

The previously stifling atmosphere was swept away by Ye Yuwei’s words.

After seeking leave from Mr. Shen, Yuwei and Li Jiaqi took the little orange cat to the veterinarian.

On the way back, they bought cat food and little clothes for it.

"Spent over three thousand, not sure if this little one can get better."

Ye Yuwei sighed, gently stroking the kitten.

"It will surely survive, it’s like us, tough lives of poor folks!" Li Jiaqi said confidently, smiling.

Perhaps it really matched Jiaqi’s words, the next day when the two went to the practice room, the little orange cat’s spirits were much better, eating up all the milk powder and cat food Ye Yuwei gave it.