Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

Jiang Fan arrived at the Times Media building at 9:30.

The two receptionists saw him, and the one on the left immediately smiled and said, "Hello, Mr. Jiang! Mr. Su is already inside, you can just go up."

The person on the right was drinking water with their head down, the cup obscuring their face, but their eyes followed Jiang Fan into the elevator before looking away.

The girl on the left nudged her with her elbow.

"Are you stunned?"

"...I'm drinking water."

-

Jiang Fan walked to the door of Su Yuyan's office.

He pushed the door open and went inside.

Su Yuyan sat behind her desk, facing her laptop.

Today I wore a white cashmere sweater with a low neckline, and the skin below my collarbone was dazzlingly white.

Her makeup was very light, her hair was loose, and a few strands of hair fell beside her ears.

"They're here?" She looked up and traced names on the touchpad. "The arrangement team will arrive at ten. Please have a seat."

Jiang Fan walked to the sofa, sat down, and poured himself a cup of tea.

His gaze swept over Su Yuyan's profile.

Sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, gilding her silhouette with a golden edge.

Jiang Fan held his teacup, his gaze never leaving her profile.

Su Yuyan finally couldn't take it anymore and looked up: "What are you looking at?"

"It's nothing." Jiang Fan put down his teacup. "President Su is becoming more and more charming."

Su Yuyan snorted, didn't reply, and went back to her work.

At exactly 10 o'clock, there was a knock on the door.

Su Yuyan said "Come in".

The three people filed in.

The leader was a man in his fifties, wearing black-rimmed glasses and carrying a thick folder.

Two young assistants followed behind, one of whom was carrying a laptop bag.

"Teacher Jiang," the man in the lead greeted him with a smile.

"I've heard so much about you. I've listened to 'Nocturne' at least twenty times. That opening arrangement—it's so bizarre! How did you come up with that?"

"This is Lao Zhou," Su Yuyan stood up and introduced, "our company's chief arranger."

Jiang Fan stood up and shook hands with Lao Zhou.

For the next two hours, the four of them went through the arrangement of "Sigh" section by section.

Jiang Fan explained concisely, and Lao Zhou nodded frequently, occasionally interjecting with a few questions about technical details.

When talking about the interlude, Jiang Fan drew a circle on the score with a pencil.

"Here, the sounds of the guzheng and electronic synthesizers should intertwine, with a subtle, elusive human vocal singing in between."

Old Zhou stared at that small section for more than ten seconds.

"That was brilliant!" He pushed up his glasses, looking completely convinced.

Su Yuyan sat at her desk, holding a cup, and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

At 5:30, Lao Zhou closed his folder and stood up.

Before leaving, she glanced back at Jiang Fan, her expression still showing shock.

After the music arrangement team left, the office fell silent.

Su Yuyan stood up and stretched.

The hem of the cashmere sweater was pulled up a bit, revealing a small section of white skin on the side of the waist.

"I'm hungry," she said.

"Where should we eat?"

"The usual place."

She took out a hat and a mask from the drawer, and then picked up a bag from the sofa.

Jiang Fan got up and followed.

The two left the building one after the other.

In the underground parking garage, Su Yuyan opened the door of a black Mercedes-Benz G-Class and got into the driver's seat.

Jiang Fan got into the passenger seat.

The car drove out of the underground parking garage and merged into the evening rush hour traffic.

We ate at the same private restaurant as last time, until 7:30.

The dishes were similar to last time—a few signature dishes that are believed to have aphrodisiac and kidney-tonifying properties.

After dinner, the two went directly to Su Yuyan's apartment on the Bund.

The car was parked in the underground garage, Su Yuyan swiped her card to enter the lobby, and went straight to the elevator.

The door opens automatically when you swipe your card, and the entryway light turns on.

Su Yuyan kicked off her high heels and stepped barefoot onto the carpet.

She tossed her hat and mask onto the entryway cabinet, turned around, and looked at Jiang Fan.

Then she reached out, grabbed the hem of the cashmere sweater, and pulled it out of her waistband.

The cashmere sweater slipped off her shoulders and fell onto the carpet.

It revealed her black lace lingerie and a patch of strikingly white skin.

Jiang Fan leaned against the entryway cabinet, his shoes still on.

Su Yuyan walked over and stood in front of him.

She raised her hand, hooked her fingers around the top button of his shirt, and unbuttoned it one by one.

The shirt was open.

She placed her hand on his chest, her palm pressing against his chest.

The sound of my heartbeat came through my palm, steady and strong.

"You did well today," Su Yuyan said softly.

Su Yuyan raised her head, and the beauty mark at the corner of her eye was only a few centimeters away from his chin.

She stood on tiptoe and kissed him.

Jiang Fan put one arm around her waist and led her a couple of steps into the living room.

Su Yuyan's lower back hit the sofa armrest, and she fell backward, sinking into the cushion.

"Wait a minute." Su Yuyan turned her head away, wanting to catch her breath.

Jiang Fan didn't wait. He lowered his head and his lips landed on the beauty mark at the corner of her eye.

Su Yuyan's eyelashes trembled; this was the most sensitive spot on her body.

His hand moved down along the waistline, his fingertips hooking the edge of the lace.

Su Yuyan gripped the sofa cushion beneath her tightly.

The lace bra strap slipped down from her left shoulder.

Jiang Fan's lips descend from his beauty mark, across his jawline, and stop at the side of his neck.

Su Yuyan turned her head to give him more space.

Jiang Fan's hand went from her waist to her back, and he placed two fingers on the bra clasp and gently twisted it.

The buckle pops open.

Su Yuyan let out a muffled groan and instinctively put her hands in front of her chest.

Jiang Fan pulled her wrists away and pressed them above her head.

Su Yuyan's legs were wrapped around his waist, her toes curled up, and her black nail polish shimmered under the warm light.

Three steps away, the Steinway stood silently, its dark mirror reflecting the overlapping silhouettes of two people.

The sofa base emitted a dull creak.

Later, it was moved from the sofa to the bedroom.

Then came the bathroom.

The showerhead was on, and hot water was pouring down from above.

Su Yuyan's back was pressed against the cold tiled wall, and her wet hair clung to her face.

Her legs were draped over Jiang Fan's arms, leaving her suspended in mid-air, with the only point of contact being the wall behind her.

"You...put me down..."

Hot water poured over the two of them, and the steam filled the entire bathroom with a white mist.

Su Yuyan saw her reflection in the glass partition and quickly turned her head away.

unacceptable.

-

One o'clock in the morning.

Su Yuyan lay face down on the pillow, burying her face in it, with only one eye showing.

He had no strength in any part of his body.

Jiang Fan lay beside him, and at the edge of his retina, the system panel floated up.

[Deep Compatibility x3, Lifespan +3000]

Current lifespan: 40900 points

[Remaining lifespan: 118 days]

It took Su Yuyan a while to recover before she lifted her face from the pillow.

She turned over and lay on her side looking at him, one hand resting weakly on his arm.

"Jiang Fan".

"What's wrong?"

Su Yuyan stared at the ceiling for a while.

"You can see Hsu Ching-ya's current momentum. Her song 'As You Wish' is sure to win a Golden Melody Award, basically leaving me far behind."

She spoke in a flat tone, but the sourness in her voice was impossible to suppress.

Su Yuyan turned over and rested her head on Jiang Fan's arm.

Even Tang Yingxue couldn't sit still anymore; she was asking about you—she felt she was about to lose her second place.

Jiang Fan turned to look at her.

The beauty mark at the corner of Su Yuyan's eye was faint in the moonlight, and her expression carried a hint of weariness and resentment.

"What's the rush?"

Jiang Fan reached out and brushed the hair stuck to her face.

"They will all come."

Su Yuyan buried her face in his shoulder.

After a few seconds of silence, he said, "Then you have to be nicer to me."

"What's wrong?"

"...Then you'll have to treat me even better."