CEO's Sweetheart is a Super Idol-Chapter 402 - 394: Beer Barbecue

The door to the hospital room was pushed open.

A nurse walked in and said, "Ye Yuwei, you need to come with me to get the medicine."

"I’ll go!" Zhang Zijing stood up.

As soon as the two of them left, Ye Yuwei’s phone rang.

"Yuwei, how’s your leg injury?"

"The doctor said I just need to rest for three days, Teacher Wu. How did you know I got hurt?"

"Some promotional accounts on Weibo have already posted photos of you at the hospital."

Wu Jingxiang’s voice was calm, but Ye Yuwei felt a chill down her spine, as if she had committed a betrayal against him.

"Yuwei, you must be careful during filming. Your safety is the most important."

"Mm!"

"Yuwei, don’t worry about resources. In the future, don’t accept roles like this."

Ye Yuwei felt a bit uncomfortable hearing Wu Jingxiang say this.

"Thank you, Teacher Wu. The company will help me arrange my assignments."

On the other end of the phone, Wu Jingxiang’s expression turned sour, and his hatred for Long Zitao grew even deeper.

"Yuwei, you still have too much guard up against me. I’m just a businessman, and I chose you for your commercial value."

"...Teacher Wu, I didn’t mean that. I just have to follow the company’s management."

"I understand, Yuwei. Take good care of yourself and rest well."

Wu Jingxiang ended the call, his face growing even darker: "Long Zitao, how dare you make a move on my woman."

At the barbecue restaurant

"Hurry over, I’ve been waiting for you forever," Lv Fangxin called to Chen Yinghan.

"Fangxin, why do you like eating this kind of stuff?"

"What’s wrong? It’s delicious! If you don’t like it, we can go somewhere else."

"No need, I just don’t eat it often."

"Then try it. It’s freshly grilled and still warm. Yinghan, I didn’t know what you liked, so I ordered a mix."

A big wooden table was covered in all kinds of skewers, with a box of beer tossed carelessly onto the floor.

Chen Yinghan glanced at the food. Though she found the flavor overwhelming, she still sat down.

Lv Fangxin didn’t notice anything unusual about her friend. She was smiling happily: "Yinghan, honestly, I think the best way to enjoy food is with beer and skewers. This place tastes amazing."

As she spoke, she shoved a grilled kidney skewer into her friend’s hand. "Try it! It was almost sold out when I got here, but since the boss knew I was a celebrity, he pushed aside other customers to give it to me."

"You got recognized?"

"Yeah! I didn’t expect anyone to know me."

"You have millions of followers!"

Chen Yinghan chuckled while speaking, quietly putting the charred yet tender grilled kidney skewer aside. She could eat medium-rare beef, but this was too much for her.

Lv Fangxin didn’t give it much thought, immersed in the fragrant and domineering barbecue atmosphere. She’d transformed into a contented big kitty, ready to feast.

She picked up a skewer of meat, took a hearty bite, and let the rich aroma and spicy heat swirl in her mouth. She couldn’t help but squint her eyes with bliss.

Watching her friend, Chen Yinghan thought Fangxin was truly so naïve.

It was remarkable how these simple things brought out such genuine joy from her.

She glanced at the skewer, picked it up, and forced herself to take a small bite.

"Isn’t it delicious?" Lv Fangxin asked eagerly, staring at her friend.

Chen Yinghan smiled lightly, nodding gently. "Mm, it’s very good."

"Haha, Yinghan, I knew you’d like it. We’re best friends—our tastes must align."

Within a minute or so, a pile of skewers had formed in front of Lv Fangxin.

"Yinghan, don’t just eat the veggies! Have some meat—it’s so flavorful. There’s also whelks!"

"Alright!" Chen Yinghan looked at the snails and clams with a sense of dread.

While she did like seafood, she usually ate it at high-end establishments.

She’d never tried such heavily seasoned, greasy versions before.

"Come on, let’s have a glass together. These beers are ice-cold."

Lv Fangxin picked up a bottle, opened it, and handed it to her.

Chen Yinghan observed it—a beer without even a hint of malt.

She typically drank pure malt beer, always imported.

Lv Fangxin grabbed another bottle for herself, poured a big cup, and chugged it down in one go.

"Ahhh!" She let out a long, satisfied burp.

"Haha, Yinghan, you know, I used to dream of days like these—freedom to enjoy beer and barbecue, stuffing myself silly before venturing out on a whim."

"Hehe!" Chen Yinghan chuckled, taking a sip of the beer in her glass.

"Yinghan, do you think I’m someone without ambition?"

"Not at all. Everyone has their own pursuits, and you’ve achieved your dream."

"But now that I’ve done it, I just want more."

Chen Yinghan’s eyes gleamed brighter: "What else do you want?"

"I want to become the Lv Fangxin who can sing, dance, and be praised by everyone."

Chen Yinghan felt her eyes moistening. This "sing-and-dance talentless" label had become Lv Fangxin’s greatest torment.

She wanted to help ease her friend’s burden but was momentarily at a loss for words.

The way she was raised taught her: if others say you can’t, you must prove them wrong.

Lv Fangxin alternated between mouthfuls of beer and skewers, eating with satisfaction and ease.

"Fangxin, don’t drink too much of this—it’s bad for you." Noticing her friend was about to open another bottle, Chen Yinghan reached out to stop her.

Lv Fangxin waved her hand boldly. "It’s fine! If I can’t drink when I’m old, I’ll regret not drinking enough today. Yinghan, let’s toast!"

Chen Yinghan could only lift her glass and take a sip.

"Haha, Yinghan, why are you drinking so little today? You’re usually the one urging me to drink."

"We’re outside; let’s not lose control."

"Oh! But I still want to drink."

Lv Fangxin was already in high spirits and couldn’t resist drinking until she reached her limit.

She asked for an oversized cup and kept drinking, her mouth glistening with flavors and her chin smeared with grease.

"Wow, my tolerance is so weak today—I’m drunk after so little." Her head swirled, and she began seeing double images of Chen Yinghan.

In truth, she’d grown accustomed to drinking high-quality alcohol lately. This cheap blended beer was quick to make her tipsy.

Chen Yinghan approached her gently: "Fangxin, you’re drunk."

Lv Fangxin waved her hand dismissively. "I’m not drunk, Yinghan. Stop shaking me—I’m gonna puke."

As she spoke, she stood up, almost falling, fortunately supported just in time.

"Haha, guess my drinking’s gotten worse. Yinghan, you’re really like Sister Yezi—the kind of person who takes care of others."

Lv Fangxin, intoxicated and adorable, had no idea how much what she said stung.

"Fangxin, let’s go home!" Chen Yinghan’s expression darkened momentarily before softening as she gazed affectionately at her friend in her arms.

Supporting the unsteady Lv Fangxin, she guided her out of the restaurant.

Before her bodyguards could arrive, Lv Fangxin suddenly rushed toward a landscape tree a short distance away.

*Gagging sounds*

The alcohol swirling in her stomach finally erupted.

"Damn it, I actually puked. I’m useless—can’t do anything right!"

Faced with the embarrassment, Chen Yinghan hurriedly pulled out tissues to clean up her friend, just as her bodyguards arrived.

"Take her to the car—we’re leaving now," Chen Yinghan said decisively. She had no intention of letting herself and her friend trend on social media tonight.