Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

Jiang Fan carried two bags of crayfish to Xu Qingya's villa.

The main lights in the living room were off, and the blue light from the television was reflected on the wall.

The playback interface is on Penguin Music, the cover is Tang Yingxue's profile, and the song title is "Later".

Xu Qingya sat cross-legged on the sofa, holding a can of beer in her hand, and drank most of it.

Her hair was loose, and she wore a large white T-shirt and shorts.

Jiang Fan placed the crayfish on the coffee table and opened the bag.

"Eat it while it's hot."

Xu Qingya didn't move, her eyes fixed on the television.

"This song is really good."

Jiang Fan sat down next to her, took the beer from her hand, and took a sip himself.

"Is it even better than 'As You Wish'?"

"They're different." Xu Qingya turned to look at him. "'As You Wish' is about great love, while 'Later' is about small love, but small love is the most touching."

She picked up a shrimp, deftly peeled it, threw it into her mouth, and chewed it a couple of times.

"This time, Tang Yingxue has finally gotten her revenge."

Jiang Fan took a shrimp and peeled it for her without saying a word.

Xu Qingya ate two more and wiped her hands with a tissue.

She moved closer to Jiang Fan, turned to the side, and rested her head on his shoulder.

You can only be mine.

The voice wasn't loud, as if it were being spoken to oneself.

Jiang Fan looked down at her, reached out and pinched her chin, turned her face around, and kissed her.

Xu Qingya paused for a moment, then reached out and hooked her arm around his neck, responding with great force.

The taste of spicy crayfish still lingered on my lips.

They kissed for a long time before separating.

Xu Qingya's lips were red; it was hard to tell if it was from the spiciness or from being kissed.

She stood up, lifted the hem of her white T-shirt up, took it off over her head, crumpled it up, and threw it on the sofa armrest.

Jiang Fan's belt was removed, and Xu Qingya stepped onto the sofa, flipping one leg over his side and straddling his lap.

Just then, the cell phone on the coffee table rang.

The screen was lit up, displaying the caller's name.

Tang Yingxue.

Xu Qingya saw it too.

Her hand was still on the bra clasp behind her back. Her eyes darkened for a moment, and she turned to stare at Jiang Fan.

"catch."

Jiang Fan glanced at her.

"Press speakerphone."

Jiang Fan picked up his phone, answered the call, and put it on speakerphone.

"Feed".

It was noisy on the other end of the phone, with a cacophony of voices and the clinking of glasses—the sounds of a victory celebration.

"Jiang Fan." Tang Yingxue's voice came through the receiver, tinged with the smell of alcohol.

"Congratulations, Teacher Tang."

"Twenty million views in one hour." She chuckled. "You've seen the numbers, haven't you?"

Xu Qingya unhooked her bra, slid her fingers down, found the right spot, and sat down.

"Hmm... I saw it, the results are very good." Jiang Fan put one hand on Xu Qingya's waist, his voice sounded a little off.

"I'm flying to Shanghai tomorrow." Tang Yingxue's voice trailed off as she walked to a corner.

"8 PM, InterContinental Hotel, the same room as last time."

"I have something to do tomorrow..."

"Reject it."

Tang Yingxue paused for two seconds.

"I've prepared a gift for you." Her voice lowered further, carrying the slurred ambiguity of someone who's been drinking.

"I want to practice that one you taught me last time again."

Jiang Fan's eye twitched.

He looked up at Xu Qingya.

"Let's talk about it tomorrow, you should go early—"

Xu Qingya suddenly leaned closer to the phone and spoke.

The voice was drawn out softly.

"Jiang Fan, don't stop, hurry up."

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

One second. Two seconds.

beep - beep - beep -

It's over.

The only thing left in the living room was the television, which was still playing the outro of "Later".

Xu Qingya slowly turned her head and stared down at Jiang Fan.

"What did you teach her last time?"

"Voice production techniques".

"yes."

Xu Qingya grabbed his shirt collar with both hands and pulled it to both sides.

"Then you'd better teach me properly tonight."

She pressed her lips against the side of his neck and bit down.

Jiang Fan hissed.

Xu Qingya opened her mouth and looked at the deep teeth marks left behind.

"You are not allowed to go to the InterContinental Hotel tomorrow."

"I'm not going."

"Not even the day after tomorrow."

"it is good."

"If you dare to go—" Xu Qingya's movements became faster and faster, "I'll tie you to the bed, and you won't be able to get down for a month."

"I'm really looking forward to it."

"you--"

Jiang Fan grabbed her waist, flipped her over, and pulled her off the sofa. The two of them rolled onto the carpet together.

Xu Qingya was pinned to the carpet, her hair disheveled, panting heavily.

The song "Later" was playing on repeat on TV for who knows how many times, and then the piano prelude started playing again.

-

late at night.

Xu Qingya slept on his arm, breathing evenly.

Jiang Fan stared at the ceiling.

The tooth mark on my neck is still throbbing slightly.

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

[Deep Compatibility x4, Lifespan +12000]

Current lifespan: 86100 points

This arrogant woman tormented him four times, completely draining him dry.

She was making sure he wouldn't have the energy to see Tang Yingxue tomorrow.

Jiang Fan rolled over and pulled her closer to him.

-

The next day at 10 a.m.

Shanghai Hongqiao Airport Terminal 2.

Wearing black sunglasses and a beige trench coat, Tang Yingxue walked out of the VIP passage surrounded by several bodyguards.

Three layers of fans surrounded the exit, holding up light boards and banners.

"Sister Xue! 'Later' is such a beautiful song!"

"Sister Xue, I love you!"

Tang Yingxue waved to the crowd and got into the nanny van.

The car door closed, she took off her sunglasses and threw them on the seat, then rubbed her temples.

An assistant handed me a glass of warm water from the front row.

Tang Yingxue took the drink, took a sip, and then took out her phone.

I scrolled to my WeChat chat with Jiang Fan. The last message was from last night—"Let's talk about it tomorrow."

This morning she sent me a message saying "I've arrived," which I've read but haven't replied to.

Tang Yingxue placed her phone on her lap and tapped her fingers on her knee.

She heard the woman's voice clearly on the phone last night.

It is Xu Qingya.

"He's not coming." Tang Yingxue stared out the car window. "I'm going to find him."

The assistant glanced at her in the rearview mirror.

"Sister Xue, he should be on a film set in Songjiang right now."

"Check the exact location."

The assistant took out his phone and scrolled through it. "A middle school in Songjiang District, the film crew has booked the entire school grounds."

"Drive over there."

Tang Yingxue leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes.

"Notify the media that I'm going to visit the set of Jiang Fan's new movie and make a cameo appearance."

The assistant's hand stopped on the phone.

"Sister Xue, are you serious?"

"I'm serious." Tang Yingxue opened her eyes, picked up her sunglasses, and put them back on.

"Doesn't she have over 100 million followers? Let's see if she can protect her own people."

The assistant opened his mouth, but swallowed back the words that were about to come out.

She had followed Tang Yingxue for six years, and this was the first time she had ever seen this woman fight for something in this way.

It's not about competing in music, nor is it about competing for awards.

It's about fighting over a man.

The van changed lanes and entered the outer ring expressway, heading towards Songjiang.