Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

Jiang Fan stood up.

"Teacher Tang, let's call it a day."

He picked up the last piece of osmanthus cake on the table, took a bite, and said while chewing, "The tea is good, and the osmanthus cake is delicious too."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the door.

Tang Yingxue sat in the chair, watching his back, her lips moved but she didn't say anything.

She had prepared a lot to say.

Regarding the cooperation model, the profit-sharing ratio, and the follow-up plans—even the contract terms were drafted by lawyers in advance.

As a result, Jiang Fan said, "Show your sincerity," and before she could finish speaking, he left.

The door to the private room closed.

Tang Yingxue sat there alone, her teacup already cold.

Sincerity.

What sincerity?

She invited him out today, choosing the most expensive private club in Changsha, and waited for him personally for half an hour. The tea was pre-Qingming Longjing tea, and the osmanthus cake was freshly made by a time-honored brand.

Isn't this enough sincerity?

Tang Yingxue put down her cup, leaned back in her chair, and looked at the spot where Jiang Fan had been sitting.

wrong.

She suddenly thought of something.

Xu Qingya is in an unbelievably good state lately; her skin, complexion, and overall energy are like those of a completely different person.

When the women in her circle got together to chat, they all asked her what skincare products she used, but Xu Qingya just smiled and didn't answer.

The same goes for Su Yuyan.

Is their relationship with Jiang Fan more than just "cooperation"?

So, the sincerity Jiang Fan spoke of—

She closed her eyes briefly.

absurd.

Tang Yingxue, a three-time Golden Melody Award winner and the second-best of the Four Heavenly Queens, why would she need to exchange a song for this kind of treatment?

But another voice immediately jumped out—if you don't use it, someone else will.

Tang Yingxue opened her eyes, picked up her phone, and glanced at the trending topics.

#Wishing for over 500 million views#

#XuQingyaNationalDayGala#

Every message was a reminder to her—her position was about to be lost.

Tang Yingxue stared at the screen for more than ten seconds.

Since her debut, she has never been involved in any scandals with any men.

People in the industry say she's aloof, that she has too high standards, and that she's probably destined to marry music.

She felt that way herself.

Until the day before yesterday, when I shook hands with Jiang Fan in the corridor.

The tingling sensation that shot up from my fingertips, that feeling, still makes my legs go weak just thinking about it.

-

As Jiang Fan emerged from the club, the September night breeze was neither too hot nor too cold, just right.

The phone rang; it was Shen Nian.

"Are you back yet?"

"On the way, ten minutes."

"Oh." He paused for a moment. "I left the door open for you."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Fan put his phone back in his pocket.

He wasn't in a hurry with Tang Yingxue.

The purpose of today's meeting is simple—to let her know that the initiative is not in her hands.

Do you want a song?

Sure. But I'll set the rules.

She said on the show that the matter concerning Shen Nian cannot be simply left unresolved.

Tang Yingxue has to give something in order to be qualified to sit at the negotiating table.

Whether she can figure out what "sincerity" really means is her own business.

Once you've figured it out, you'll naturally come looking for him.

-

Shen Nian's door was indeed ajar.

Jiang Fan pushed open the door and entered. Shen Nian was curled up on the bed looking at her phone, her hair loose, wearing a loose white T-shirt and hot pants, with her legs crossed.

Hearing the noise, she put her phone face down on the bed.

"Who is it that's asking you out so late?"

"Someone who wants me to write a song."

Shen Nian tilted her head and looked at him: "Male or female?"

"……you guess."

"A woman." The answer was crisp and decisive.

Jiang Fan sat down on the edge of the bed: "How did you know?"

"Because you smell of perfume." Shen Nian wrinkled her nose. "TF's orange blossom oil, it's quite expensive."

Jiang Fan: "..."

How does a woman's nose grow?

You can even tell the brand by smell?

Shen Nian didn't press further, but simply rolled her eyes.

"Go take a shower right now."

Jiang Fan kicked off his shoes and went into the bathroom, rinsing himself off in five minutes.

With water droplets still clinging to her hair, she quickly wiped it with a towel before lifting the covers and lying down.

Shen Nian automatically moved over to make room for him.

The two leaned against the headboard, shoulder to shoulder.

"Don't take today's events to heart," Jiang Fan said, referring to the results of the daytime competition.

"I didn't play it. And—" Shen Nian's voice was very soft, "I was happier to sing my own song on stage than to win first place."

Jiang Fan looked down at her.

"That song, 'Courage'..." Her voice trailed off, "When I sang it, I was thinking of you."

The room was silent for a few seconds.

Jiang Fan's hand slid from the top of her head to her back and gently cupped her.

Shen Nian shifted her body upwards, her nose touching his chin.

The next second, she stood on tiptoe and pressed her lips to mine.

This girl is usually harder to get to take the initiative than to climb to heaven, but she's suddenly become quite bold today.

Just as Jiang Fan was about to turn over, Shen Nian pressed down on his shoulder with one hand.

"Don't move." Her voice trembled slightly. "Let me do it."

Jiang Fan was stunned for a moment.

Then he laughed.

"Okay, please, Teacher Shen."

Shen Nian straddled him, took off her white T-shirt and threw it aside.

She lowered her head, her long hair falling from both sides, covering most of her face.

"You...you shouldn't look at me."

"Who else should you look at? The ceiling?"

"……Shut up."

Shen Nian placed her hand on his chest, her fingertips applying slight pressure.

She bit her lower lip, as if trying to encourage herself.

Then he bent down.

-

Shen Nian was working extra hard today.

Although her movements were clumsy and her rhythm was off, she almost slipped off him several times.

She was exhausted halfway through, her forehead covered in sweat, and she leaned on his chest, panting.

"I can't take it anymore... my legs are sore."

"Shall I take my turn?"

"No." Shen Nian gritted her teeth and forced herself to sit up again. "I told you to send me."

Jiang Fan didn't say anything more, but put his hands on her waist to help her steady herself.

Her stray hairs clung to her cheeks, and beads of sweat dripped down her jawline onto Jiang Fan's chest.

Finally, she collapsed, burying her face in Jiang Fan's neck, her breathing rapid and hot.

"I'm exhausted..."

Jiang Fan patted her on the back.

"Thank you for your hard work, Teacher Shen."

Shen Nian bit his shoulder.

He mumbled something, but Jiang Fan didn't hear it.

"What did you say?"

I said—you come next time.

Jiang Fan laughed out loud.

He rolled over and pinned the person beneath him.

Shen Nian's eyes widened: "What are you doing? I really have no strength left—"

"It's alright." Jiang Fan lowered his head and kissed her forehead. "Teacher Shen, please rest for a bit. I'll take care of it this time."

Before Shen Nian could answer, Jiang Fan had already made his move.

Before long, Shen Nian began to sing, her voice rising from low to high, from intermittent to continuous.

Jiang Fan clapped his hands enthusiastically.

"Great—Teacher Shen's high notes are really steady."

Shen Nian reached out and covered his mouth: "Could you... please not talk..."

Jiang Fan pulled her hands apart, interlocked their fingers, and pressed them against the sides of the pillow.

The pace has quickened.

Shen Nian's singing rose an octave.

-

I don't know how much time has passed.

Shen Nian was completely exhausted, curled up in the blanket with only the top of her head showing.

My breathing calmed down, and I fell asleep.

Jiang Fan lay down beside him, one hand behind his head.

The system panel flickered at the edge of my field of vision.

[Deep Compatibility x2, Lifespan +1000]

Current lifespan: 42300 points

[Remaining lifespan: 27 days and 22 hours]

Jiang Fan thought for a few seconds and then operated the panel.

[Exchange 10000 life points → 100 days of lifespan]

Current lifespan: 33800 points

[Remaining lifespan: 127 days]

The moment the exchange was completed, Jiang Fan felt the fatigue from the more than one hour he had just gone through vanish in a matter of seconds.

127 days.

Jiang Fan stared at the number, from the initial ten-hour countdown to now four months.

As long as this rhythm is maintained, lifespan will no longer be a sword hanging over one's head.

He turned off the panel, rolled over, and pulled Shen Nian, along with the blanket, into his arms.

Shen Nian hummed softly in her sleep, snuggled closer to him, found a comfortable position, and fell into a deep sleep again.