Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

Li Cheng and Zhou Yutong exited the company gate and had just opened the car door.

He glanced around and saw a black Mercedes-Benz G-Class parked across the street.

The car lights flashed twice.

The driver's side window was lowered halfway, revealing Su Yuyan's exquisite profile.

Jiang Fan crossed the road directly, opened the passenger door, and got in.

The G-Class's taillights flashed briefly, then it merged into the traffic and drove away.

Zhou Yutong stood on tiptoe, craning her neck to look. "Brother Cheng, is that Sister Su's car?"

Li Cheng reached out and pressed her head down, forcibly turning it back. "Let's go eat hot pot."

"But didn't Sister Su say she had an appointment with someone—"

"Why ask so many questions? Let's go."

-

As the G-Class turned onto the elevated road, Su Yuyan held the steering wheel with one hand and rested the other on the center armrest.

Are you hungry?

"Um."

"Back to the usual spot?"

Jiang Fan nodded.

The last time I went to that private restaurant was more than half a month ago. I've been so busy lately that I haven't had a proper meal in a long time.

Su Yuyan glanced at him. "Your dark circles are even worse than Ning Yuan's lately."

"Busy."

"What are you so busy with?" She changed lanes. "You seem to have a lot of energy, but what you're busy with might not be anything important."

Jiang Fan didn't reply. He reclined the passenger seat and closed his eyes.

Su Yuyan snorted and said nothing more.

The car drove on the elevated road for twenty minutes before turning into a quiet old street.

The signboard of the private restaurant was lit with a warm yellow light.

In the same private room, Su Yuyan sat down, picked up the menu, flipped through a couple of pages, and started ticking things off.

Jiang Fan noticed that there were several new medicinal dishes on the menu.

Deer antler stewed black-boned chicken, steamed turtle with wolfberries, and mutton stew with angelica root—

It's all highly nutritious.

"Why did you order these again?"

Su Yuyan turned a page of the menu without looking up.

Didn't you say it worked well last time?

"When did I say that?"

"That's what you said when your body reacted."

Jiang Fan opened his mouth, but couldn't find a rebuttal for a long time.

The dishes are here.

The deer antler and black-boned chicken soup was thick and white, and the aroma of angelica and mutton filled the room.

Jiang Fan was indeed hungry. He had only eaten a sandwich at noon, and now he was moving his chopsticks very quickly.

Su Yuyan ate very little, spending most of her time watching him eat.

"Slow down, no one's going to take it from you."

Jiang Fan gave a vague "hmm" and picked up another chicken leg.

Su Yuyan ladled him a bowl of soup and placed it beside him.

Halfway through the meal, Su Yuyan put down her chopsticks, rested her elbows on the edge of the table, and looked at him with her chin in her hands.

"Jiang Fan".

"Um?"

"Eight percent of the distribution revenue." She paused, tapping her fingers twice on the table. "Can't you give me a little more?"

Jiang Fan picked up a piece of mutton, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed, and shook his head.

"Eight percent is already quite a lot. You should be content."

Su Yuyan tapped her finger again.

"Jiang Fan, have you considered how difficult it is to release films during the Spring Festival? How many meals and drinks do I have to treat those theater managers to?"

Jiang Fan put down his chopsticks, picked up the soup bowl, and took a sip.

He thought about it and realized that he wasn't really obsessed with money; making money was a means, not an end.

"Alright then," Jiang Fan put down his soup bowl, "If the box office exceeds 1.5 billion, your share of the excess will be increased to 10%."

Su Yuyan narrowed her eyes.

"Are you so confident you can surpass 1.5 billion?"

"You thought I was crazy this morning."

"I still think you're crazy." Su Yuyan picked up her chopsticks again. "But crazy as you may be, I'll accept it if the numbers are written in the contract."

"Okay. Have Li Cheng draft the supplementary clauses tomorrow."

Su Yuyan was satisfied and took two bites.

After a while, she spoke again.

"Aren't you afraid of losing money?"

"If you compensate me, I'll become your assistant. Wasn't that your condition?"

Su Yuyan's lips curved slightly.

"I'll remember that. Serve me tea and water, carry my bag and open the door for me, for a year. Don't try to renege on your promise then."

Jiang Fan put the last piece of mutton into his bowl. "Don't worry, you won't live to see that day."

Su Yuyan snorted. "Stubborn."

She took her phone out of her bag, opened the notes app, and quickly typed a line.

"what?"

"Write this down. Jiang Fan personally promised that if the box office doesn't reach 1 billion, he'll be Su Yuyan's assistant for a year. It's all in black and white, take a screenshot as evidence."

She flashed her phone screen in front of him, a wide smile playing on her lips.

Jiang Fan reached for her phone, but Su Yuyan quickly pulled back, locked the screen, and put it back in her bag.

She stood up, picked up her bag, and walked out, but after taking two steps, she turned back to look at him.

"What are you standing there for? Let's go."

-

Su Yuyan drove into the apartment's underground parking garage and took the elevator to the 23rd floor.

Su Yuyan swiped her card to open the door, kicked off her high heels, walked a few steps barefoot, and tore off her suit jacket, throwing it on the sofa armrest.

The black tank top underneath accentuated the lines of her shoulder blades.

She walked to the wine cabinet, just about to open the door—

Jiang Fan grabbed the person from behind and hugged them around the waist.

Su Yuyan touched the cabinet door handle but didn't open it.

"I haven't poured the wine yet—"

"I'm not drinking anymore."

Jiang Fan grabbed her waist with one hand and picked her up, placing her on the island counter next to the restaurant.

The marble countertop was cold, and Su Yuyan curled up and snuggled into his arms.

"cold!"

"It won't be cold in a little while."

The suspenders were pulled down and piled around her waist. Jiang Fan lowered his head and bit the soft flesh below her collarbone. Su Yuyan hissed and pressed her fingers tightly against his head.

Jiang Fan's lips traveled down from her collarbone.

He hooked his fingers around the waist button of her jeans and unfastened it.

Su Yuyan cooperated by lifting her waist slightly, pulling her pants down to her knees.

"This countertop is too hard—let's find another spot..."

Her answer was the sound of a belt buckle being undone.

-

The hot pot restaurant is two streets south of the company.

Li Cheng was a regular customer and had become familiar with the owner, so he was led directly to a booth in the corner.

Zhou Yutong was very unceremonious when ordering food.

Three servings of sliced ​​beef rolls, tripe, shrimp paste, duck intestines, beef aorta, and pig brain.

Li Cheng looked at the densely packed lists.

"Is this how you usually eat?"

"No one usually invites me," Zhou Yutong said with a grin, handing the menu to the waiter and looking at him with her hands supporting her chin.

"Brother Cheng, you're so kind."

"...Stop flattering me."

The broth was served, the red soup was bubbling.

The two chatted casually while eating the hot pot.

Li Cheng ordered a bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor).

Zhou Yutong didn't hesitate and poured herself a glass in the same way he did.

"Can you drink it?"

"Brother Cheng, don't underestimate me. Back in college, I could chug beer straight from the bottle."

Li Cheng was skeptical, but he clinked glasses with Li Cheng.

White wine and beer are two different things.

After one drink, Zhou Yutong's face began to flush, and she started talking more and more.

"Brother Cheng, how did you and Brother Fan meet?"

"It was at a bar." Li Cheng dipped the beef roll in the hot pot a couple of times. "He went on stage and sang 'Sorrow.' As soon as I heard it, I knew this guy was destined for greatness."

Zhou Yutong nodded in agreement and poured him another glass.

"Brother Cheng, how old are you?"

Thirty-four.

"Wow, that's twelve years older than me."

Li Cheng rolled his eyes at her. "Are you praising me or insulting me?"

"Of course I'm complimenting you." Zhou Yutong used her chopsticks to flip a piece of tripe in the red oil. "Brother Cheng, you're well-maintained. You look like you're only twenty-seven or twenty-eight."

"Alright, alright, I won't give you a raise if you keep trying to sweet-talk me."

Zhou Yutong chuckled twice, then tilted her head back and downed another glass.

After five rounds of drinks...

When the bottle was empty, Zhou Yutong's eyes began to lose focus.

She was lying on the table, one hand supporting her chin, her elbow almost slipping off the edge of the table.

"Brother Cheng, do you...do you think I'm good-looking?"

Li Cheng glanced at her.

The 22-year-old girl had fair skin and delicate features. Because she had been drinking, her lips were a bit darker than usual.

I didn't feel anything special when I was sitting at the front desk, but now that the lights are dimmed, I can see a certain charm in it.

"……good."

"What do you mean 'okay'!" Zhou Yutong slammed her hand on the table, causing her chopsticks to bounce and fall to the floor. "Is it good-looking or bad-looking?"

"It looks good, it looks good, okay?"

Zhou Yutong was satisfied, then buried her face back in her arms, muttering something unintelligible.

Li Cheng shook his head and poured the last half glass of wine into his mouth.