Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

At 10 a.m. the next day, Jiang Fan left the studio with the USB drive in his pocket.

The headquarters of Times Media is located on the 37th floor of the Lujiazui Financial Center, occupying the entire floor.

This was also his first time visiting this place.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, there was a huge logo wall directly opposite, and two girls in uniforms were sitting behind the reception desk.

One of them looked up and saw Jiang Fan, dropping his pen onto the table.

He quickly lowered his head and whispered in the ear of the colleague next to him.

"Look, look, that guy is so handsome..."

"Oh my god, is this a newly signed artist?"

Jiang Fan walked to the front desk and placed his phone on the table.

"Find Su Yuyan."

The two receptionists exchanged a glance.

In this building, you could count on one hand the number of people who dare to address this leading lady by her full name without using either "teacher" or "general manager".

The one on the left was the first to react, a professional smile spreading across his face: "Sir, you mean Ms. Su? Do you have an appointment?"

"She sent me."

"Um...may I ask your name?"

"Jiang Fan".

The receptionist on the right exclaimed "Ah!" upon hearing the name, and her chair slid backward, almost causing her to fall.

The one on the left quickly grabbed her arm.

She picked up the landline, dialed an internal number, and whispered a few words.

She hung up the phone, and the politeness on her face instantly turned into eagerness.

"Teacher Jiang, this way please, I'll take you there."

Jiang Fan followed her through the open-plan office area.

As he passed many workstations, some people looked up at him, met Jiang Fan's gaze, and quickly looked down again.

Only after he had walked away did murmurs begin to murmur behind him.

Su Yuyan's private office is at the very back.

The receptionist knocked on the door and stepped aside after hearing "Come in."

Jiang Fan pushed open the door and entered.

Su Yuyan was making a phone call in front of the French windows when she turned around and nodded to him.

I wore a black suit dress today.

The fitted waistline creates an aggressive silhouette, paired with black stockings and Valentino pointed-toe heels.

Her hair was tied up, revealing the white nape of her neck.

This shrewd and capable aura of a businessman is completely different from his usual coquettish and spoiled behavior in front of him.

Jiang Fan looked around the office.

Su Yuyan is not only the top star of Times Media, but also a core shareholder.

The office renovation was lavish, with huge floor-to-ceiling windows facing the Huangpu River, exuding an air of wealth.

"...I cancelled that appointment because of a scheduling conflict. Yes, I said I'd cancel, and I meant it. I told them that if the time couldn't be found, it couldn't be, and they shouldn't try to pressure me with the contract."

He walked to the leather sofa, sat down, crossed his legs, and casually placed one foot on the edge of the coffee table.

I took out my phone and started scrolling through Douyin (TikTok).

Su Yuyan hung up the phone and turned around.

Her gaze fell directly on the leather shoe that was resting on her expensive coffee table.

"Put your feet down."

Jiang Fan continued swiping the screen with his thumb, without moving.

Su Yuyan walked over in high heels and sat down on the single sofa opposite her, crossing her legs.

Her gaze was fixed on him.

Five seconds later.

Jiang Fan finally moved his feet back onto the carpet.

"Where's my song?" Su Yuyan stretched out her delicate hand.

Jiang Fan took a USB drive out of his pocket and tossed it onto the coffee table.

Su Yuyan picked up the USB drive and turned to walk towards the large solid wood desk.

Insert it into your laptop and open the folder.

There are two files inside: a demo audio file and a lyrics file.

She opened the lyrics first.

My eyes scanned down from the first line at a slow pace.

When she saw the chorus, her finger paused on the touchpad.

"Was this song... tailor-made for me?"

"Otherwise what?"

Su Yuyan didn't reply, and directly opened the demo.

The intro flowed from the speakers.

The guzheng strings are plucked, producing a clear and bright tone, with a very light layer of electronic drum beats at the bottom.

Su Yuyan leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes.

The demo was sung by Jiang Fan himself, with his male voice kept very low, only outlining a melodic framework.

After listening to it once, Su Yuyan pulled the progress bar back to the beginning.

"I'll give it a try."

She didn't use a microphone; she just sat behind her desk and sang a cappella.

The first words he uttered came from deep within his throat, naturally carrying a watery quality.

Jiang Fan sat on the sofa, his phone already back in his pocket.

When she sang the chorus, Su Yuyan's entire demeanor changed.

She stood up, supporting herself on the table with one hand, her body swaying gently to the rhythm.

"Forget, forget, forget everything, sway to my rhythm—"

"Shaking, shaking, and shaking again, a faint, flickering light appears and disappears—"

That kind of allure that seeps from her very bones doesn't need to be acted out.

The singing echoed in the spacious office.

Jiang Fan stood up.

He walked straight to the office door.

Click.

The door lock is engaged.

Su Yuyan's singing came to an abrupt end.

She opened her eyes and saw Jiang Fan lock the door behind him and walk towards her.

"What do you want to do?"

Jiang Fan did not answer.

He took three steps to the desk, grabbed her waist with one hand, and pressed her directly onto the large solid wood table.

The obstructing laptop was roughly pushed aside.

"Jiang Fan, are you crazy?! This is the office! There are people everywhere outside—"

Su Yuyan tried to get up by supporting herself on the table with both hands, but was held down firmly.

She raised her leg, and her high heel kicked Jiang Fan's calf.

Before I could even put any effort into it, one of my shoes fell off.

The zipper on the suit skirt was pulled down, ruining the stockings.

Solid wood office desks are extremely sturdy.

But even under the violent shaking, it still emitted a faint protest sound.

Several folders on the desktop slid onto the carpet.

Su Yuyan shook her half-finished latte a couple of times, spilling coffee that directly soaked the business contract at the bottom of the cup.

"My contract—wait a minute—don't put it on the contract—"

Nobody paid any attention to her.

"Jiang Fan! You bastard—ah—"

-

Two hours later.

Jiang Fan straightened his shirt collar and opened the door.

Su Yuyan followed behind, leaning against the door frame.

She tugged at the folds of her suit skirt, making it barely acceptable.

Half of her hair, which had been tied up, had come loose. She ran her fingers through it and casually tucked it behind her ear.

The black stockings were no longer visible on those long, slender legs.

The flush on her cheeks still lingered.

"I'm leaving, President Su." Jiang Fan said without turning his head.

"Get out of here."

Su Yuyan kicked him, but not hard.

She walked Jiang Fan to the end of the corridor and pressed the down button for the elevator.

Ding.

The elevator doors slid open to both sides.

There was a person standing inside.

He had a buzz cut, wore an oversized hoodie from a trendy brand, and had a pair of Beats headphones hanging around his neck.

Holding a Starbucks cup in my hand.

Zhao Tianyu.

He spotted Su Yuyan outside the elevator at first glance.

"Sister Yu Yan!" Zhao Tianyu raised his coffee cup, forcing a fawning smile. "I was just about to talk to you about next week's announcement—"

Before he finished speaking, his gaze swept over the man behind Su Yuyan.

Zhao Tianyu's Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice suddenly stopped.

"Jiang Fan?!"

Zhao Tianyu's voice rose half an octave, and Starbucks almost dropped his hand.

His gaze swept back and forth between Jiang Fan and Su Yuyan.

"Zhao Tianyu." Su Yuyan's face instantly turned cold.

"How dare you call Jiang Fan? Call him Teacher Jiang."

Zhao Tianyu's lips twitched slightly.

Should he call Jiang Fan "Teacher Jiang"?

The image of him being trampled underfoot and crushed by this person on the stage of "Rising Star" is still vivid in my mind.

Now, even in my own company, I still have to respectfully call him "teacher"?

He looked at Su Yuyan.

The expression on the face of this core shareholder of the company was anything but joking.

Zhao Tianyu clenched the cup in his hand, forcing out a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"...Teacher Jiang."

Jiang Fan stepped into the elevator.

He raised his hand and casually patted Zhao Tianyu on the shoulder twice.

"Xiao Zhao, do a good job."

The elevator doors slowly closed.

In the last instant before the door closed, Jiang Fan clearly saw Zhao Tianyu's face turn a deep shade of liver.

Su Yuyan turned and left, leaving Zhao Tianyu standing stiffly in the corridor.

-

The elevator is going down.

At the edge of the retina, the pale blue system panel silently appeared.

[Deep Compatibility x1, Lifespan +1000]

Current lifespan: 35400 points

[Remaining lifespan: 124 days]

Jiang Fan walked out of the building's revolving door.

My phone vibrated twice in my pocket.

He took out his phone, and a message from Su Yuyan popped up on the screen.

"Give me back my stockings."

"And my contract, it's soaked in coffee, the legal department has to reprint it!"

Jiang Fan typed with one hand and replied with three words.

"I'll be more careful next time."

Su Yuyan replied instantly: "Watch your head, my foot! You think there'll be a next time? [cleaver][cleaver][cleaver]"