Dressed as a Man, I Became Tycoon’s Sweetheart

Chapter 147: Chapter 147: There are Needles Inside

“Huh,” Ye Xian sneered, “so that’s how it is.”

“Everyone, hold on, hold on~”

“Brother Hao is treating everyone to coffee and sushi!”

A little while later, Zhang Hao’s assistant pushed in a cart filled with Starbucks and Japanese sushi, and several assistants distributed them to the on-site staff one by one.

Zhou Lu had thought that Zhang Hao might have an issue with Ye Xian and would deliberately give to everyone but them. Surprisingly, not only did he provide for them, but he also personally handed it over.

“I’m really sorry about earlier, I hope I didn’t hurt you?”

Holding a cup of coffee and sushi, Zhang Hao showed a completely different demeanor from his earlier arrogance, now displaying his signature sunny smile, appearing exceedingly amicable.

Zhou Lu quietly tugged at Ye Xian’s sleeve, “Brother Ye, let’s not…”

Ye Xian accepted it and responded with a faint smile, “It’s okay, thank you.”

Zhang Hao shrugged, “Well, enjoy it then.”

Zhou Lu didn’t understand, “Brother Ye, why would you accept his offering? He surely means harm!”

“Because I want to see what game he’s really playing.”

Being an actor, one is highly sensitive to facial microexpressions and body movements. Just now, as Zhang Hao was handing over the sushi, his eyebrows drooped, his eyes slanted, and he touched his nose briefly – all signs of harboring ill intentions.

The on-site staff paused for a break, chatting while sipping coffee and eating sushi. A few assistants surrounded Zhang Hao, who occasionally peered through the crowd at Ye Xian.

Ye Xian sat down and opened the box of sushi.

Zhou Lu: “Brother Ye, are you really going to eat that?”

“Of course not.”

Ye Xian picked up a piece and gently tore it apart, then continued with the second and third pieces. As he tore the fourth piece, a silver embroidery needle tip emerged, projecting a sharp beam under the spotlight above.

Zhou Lu saw the needle and nearly screamed, “There’s a needle…”

Ye Xian covered her mouth.

Zhou Lu stared at the needle, her eyes wide with horror, unable to imagine what would have happened if Ye Xian had swallowed that piece of sushi just now.

“It’s not as terrible as you imagine. I had already sensed something was off.”

She had felt something was wrong with this box of sushi but never expected Zhang Hao, a grown man, to be so malicious as to place a needle inside.

Men tend not to be particular when eating, and given the miniature size of this sushi, they would usually eat one in a single bite. Zhang Hao must have been certain that he would consume it without hesitation, which would have not only injured his mouth but also completely sabotaged today’s audition for White People Toothpaste.

“Brother Ye, we should confront him!”

Zhou Lu was almost furious; despite her years in the entertainment industry and having seen its darker sides, she had never encountered someone so malevolent.

“It’s useless, and he definitely won’t admit it.”

Ye Xian took the box of sushi and threw it into a trash can. When he returned to the studio, he inadvertently heard bursts of clamor.

He looked up to see that behind the Tianhuan Building was an outdoor stadium, from which a group of young people in yellow and white uniforms were orderly departing.

Zhou Lu: “Brother Ye, what are you looking at?”

“It seems there’s a grass tennis court there.”

“It’s a stadium, so of course, there are tennis nets.”

“Good, I’m pretty good at tennis.”

Ye Xian seemed to have thought of something, a secretive smile curling at the corners of his mouth. Zhou Lu, puzzled, wondered what Brother Ye suddenly mentioning this meant.