Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

The room fell silent.

Only the small nightlight by the bed was on, casting long shadows of the two people on the off-white wall.

Jiang Fan's fingertips traced the curve of her waist downwards.

Tang Yingxue's skin is very smooth.

The delicate skin that comes from long-term use of top-quality skincare products and strict self-discipline is different from that of Xu Qingya and Shen Nian.

Xu Qingya is resilient, thanks to her years of dance training. Shen Nian is slender, youthful and delicate.

Tang Yingxue is soft.

It sinks in when you press it, and then bounces back quickly.

"Teacher Tang is really good at maintaining her figure."

Tang Yingxue didn't reply; she tilted her head back, her breathing becoming erratic.

A woman in her thirties is at the peak of her maturity, and her physical sensitivity far exceeds her own expectations.

Jiang Fan grasped her ankle and gently pulled it apart.

Tang Yingxue's leg trembled, and her knees instinctively tried to come together.

Jiang Fan held her down.

"Teacher Tang, we've come this far, are you still shy?"

Tang Yingxue turned her face away, gritting her teeth and remaining silent.

With every inch Jiang Fan's hand moved, a piece of the rationality she had maintained for over a decade shattered.

Having spent years navigating the entertainment industry, she's become accustomed to being in control.

The current situation is completely out of her control.

This feeling of being out of control terrified her, yet it also inexplicably excited her.

Tang Yingxue closed her eyes as the silk fabric was removed.

Then Jiang Fan was stunned.

Tang Yingxue noticed that he had stopped moving, opened her eyes, and met Jiang Fan's expression.

She followed his gaze and looked down, a blush spreading from her ears to her entire neck.

"Have you seen enough?!"

She reached out to pull the blanket over herself, trying to wrap herself in it.

Jiang Fan pressed down on her wrist, not with much force, but she couldn't break free.

"Teacher Tang." His tone changed, becoming somewhat playful.

"...What are you doing?"

"Your physique—" Jiang Fan looked down. Your skin was flawless and clean, as if you were born without any concealment.

The "famous instrument" often mentioned in online articles has finally come to life in person today.

"Shut up!"

Tang Yingxue covered her face with her other arm in embarrassment.

This is her biggest secret in the past thirty-two years.

No one ever knew about this.

Jiang Fan removed her arm from her face.

Tang Yingxue's eyes were glistening with tears, her expression a mixture of embarrassment and anger.

The aloof persona she usually maintains on stage has shattered completely.

Jiang Fan, however, was quite interested.

This woman is an icy, sophisticated woman on stage, but a ruthless and decisive strongwoman off stage.

It turns out she was hiding such a secret, and she was so embarrassed just from being seen by someone. The contrast is ridiculously large.

"Stop looking." Tang Yingxue turned her head away, her voice nasal, and her eyes were red.

"Teacher Tang, don't be nervous." Jiang Fan leaned down, his warm breath brushing against her ear.

"You...don't go too far."

Her voice was hoarse and soft, like she was pouting.

She probably didn't expect to make that sound.

"Wait a minute..." she tried to regain some control, "Go get that..."

"Didn't Teacher Tang say that you can give what Xu Qingya gives?" Jiang Fan's voice was close to her ear, interrupting her.

The next second, she froze.

Tang Yingxue buried her face in the pillow, her shoulder blades bulging.

There was some pain, and a feeling of fullness she had never experienced before, which shot up her spine and made her feel like she was floating on clouds.

The 32-year gap was completely filled on this night.

Her inexperienced naiveté and mature womanly charm combined to create a fatal attraction.

Jiang Fan waited a few seconds, and Tang Yingxue gradually relaxed from her stiffness.

"Teacher Tang, look at me." Jiang Fan's voice came from above.

Tang Yingxue gritted her teeth, her eyes glistening with tears.

Those eyes, which usually held a scrutinizing and arrogant look in everyone's eyes, were now filled with only confusion and pleading.

She tried to struggle, but Jiang Fan pressed her back down as soon as she lifted her waist halfway.

All defenses collapsed completely.

-

This event lasted from midnight to 1:40 a.m.

In the end, Tang Yingxue didn't even have the strength to lift her fingers.

She lay on her side on the bed, her body still trembling slightly.

The fair skin was covered with red marks.

Jiang Fan lay down beside him, waiting for the numbers on the system panel to refresh.

[Deep Compatibility x2, Lifespan +4000]

Current lifespan: 44100 points

[Remaining lifespan: 125 days]

Jiang Fan stared at the numbers for a few seconds, then closed the panel.

The lifespan value given to SS+ level targets is indeed generous.

It took Tang Yingxue a long time to recover from her dazed state.

Jiang Fan sat up in bed, picked up his clothes from the floor, and put them on.

Tang Yingxue didn't move, just lay there watching him get dressed, a strange feeling inexplicably rising in her heart.

Just as he reached the door, her voice drifted from behind him:

"Jiang Fan".

"Hmm?" Jiang Fan stopped in his tracks.

"When can I have the song?"

Even at a time like this, you're still thinking about songs.

Jiang Fan turned around to look at her.

Within two weeks.

Tang Yingxue nodded and didn't say anything more.

Jiang Fan opened the door and went out.

-

Tang Yingxue lay alone in the presidential suite, staring at the ceiling for a long time.

She then remembered to pull the blanket over herself and wrap herself up tightly.

She reached out and covered her face.

crazy.

They've really gone mad.

Four top female divas traded their bodies for a song.

But that feeling just now...

Tang Yingxue bit her lower lip and buried her face in the blanket.

For the first time in over thirty years, she finally understood what that thing was for.

I used to think that actresses were just bragging when they talked about "happy life" on variety shows.

It turns out that she herself was ignorant and uninformed.

She always believed that a woman's career was everything, and that men were merely icing on the cake, or even stumbling blocks.

Jiang Fan taught her a lesson today.

She turned over and hugged the pillow that Jiang Fan had slept on.

His body temperature and scent still lingered on it.

She recalled the image of Jiang Fan's back as he put on his clothes.

There were no sweet words, no tender moments afterwards, not even a single unnecessary word.

If it were any other man, climbing into her bed, he would probably have already knelt down to pledge his loyalty, wishing he could tear his heart out and show it to her.

Jiang Fan, on the other hand, simply pulled up his pants and left.

It was precisely this attitude that ignited a competitive spirit within Tang Yingxue.

Hopefully, this bastard can write songs faster than he can take off his clothes.

Otherwise, next time, I'll have to make him pay more.

No, why add money?

We need to let him stay for two more hours.

Tang Yingxue clutched her pillow, closed her eyes, and fell asleep.

This was the most restful sleep she had had in nearly six months.

-

Jiang Fan walked out of the InterContinental Hotel. The night breeze blew by, taking away some of the heat from his body.

He took out his cigarette case, pulled out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit it.

Jiang Fan exhaled a smoke ring, reviewing the situation in his mind.

Tang Yingxue is a smart woman, and her special physique is indeed an unexpected bonus.

Jiang Fan dusted off the cigarette ash.

Coming up with a Golden Melody Award-worthy song within two weeks is not difficult for him.

With so many classic songs on Earth, any one of them would be enough for Tang Yingxue to sweep all the charts.

Since she showed enough sincerity, he naturally wouldn't be stingy with his own.

After finishing his cigarette, Jiang Fan stubbed it out in the ashtray on the trash can and turned to walk towards his hotel.

As night deepened, only the steady breathing could be heard in the presidential suite.

Tang Yingxue turned over in her sleep, her lips unconsciously curving upwards.