Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

The nanny van was parked in the hotel's underground parking garage.

Tang Yingxue unbuckled her seatbelt and looked at herself through the mirror on the sun visor.

The redness around my eyes hadn't completely faded, and I'd touched up my lipstick, but everything else seemed normal.

She straightened her hair and closed the mirror.

"Let's go." She opened the car door, put one foot on the ground, and then pulled it back.

"I'm flying back to Kyoto tomorrow. I'll handle the song's promotion myself, you don't need to worry about it."

"it is good."

Tang Yingxue got out of the car and walked towards the elevator in her high heels.

His back was straight, and you couldn't tell that he had been forced to beg for mercy in the back seat just an hour earlier.

Jiang Fan parked the car and left the keys at the front desk for Tang Yingxue's assistant to pick up.

After leaving the hotel, I hailed a taxi on the roadside.

"In the direction of Matsue, XX Middle School."

Jiang Fan leaned back in the seat and took out his phone.

Xu Qingya has already sent more than a dozen messages.

From questioning to sarcasm, it all ended in silence.

Jiang Fan quickly replied.

Jiang Fan: I'm back on set now. I'll come to your place tonight.

The "typing" message flashed for about ten seconds.

Finally, three words were sent.

Xu Qingya: Do whatever you want.

When a woman says "whatever," that's when she's least likely to be casual.

Jiang Fan put his phone back in his pocket and closed his eyes to rest.

I need to figure out how to get through tonight.

-

Jiang Fan returned to the film set at 3:30 p.m.

Li Cheng saw him get out of the taxi, jogged over, and looked him up and down.

"Brother Fan, you're back? Tang—"

"Don't ask." Jiang Fan walked inside. "Where did you film this afternoon?"

Li Cheng quickly followed. "The playground scene is finished. Now it's time for Yuan Hua to call Qiu Ya from the phone booth."

Jiang Fan walked over to the monitor and sat down.

Ning Yuan glanced at him, took off half of his earphone, and nodded at him.

"Has the person been sent away?"

"Um."

Ning Yuan didn't ask any further questions and put his headphones back on. "Get ready for the next match."

The stagehands pushed the prop phone booth into place.

Ah Zheng stood inside, clutching the microphone in his hand.

"Action!"

Ah Zheng picked up the phone, "Hello, Qiu Ya, I wanted to ask which university you applied to? I'd like to apply to the same university as you."

When he said this, his tone was so earnest and expectant that it was almost overflowing.

Lu Wanqing's voice came through the loudspeaker—

"Don't call me anymore. I'm afraid Charlotte will misunderstand."

beep - beep - beep -

Ah Zheng stood there, frozen, still holding the phone in his hand.

The muscles in his face twitched twice.

The light in his eyes gradually faded.

Then, his knees buckled, and he collapsed to his knees in the phone booth.

As the background music of "A Spray of Plum Blossoms" begins, accompanied by Ah Zheng's desperate yet absurd expression as he kneels on the ground—

"puff--"

The lighting technician couldn't keep his composure.

Then, on the makeup team's side, two girls covered their mouths and backed away.

Shen Feng stood on the sidelines, covering his face with his hands, laughter escaping through his fingers.

Even Ning Yuan pursed his lips, his Adam's apple bobbed twice, and he tapped his fingers on his knees a couple of times before he could steady himself.

"Cut." Ning Yuan's voice trembled slightly. "Passed."

He took off his headphones, stood up, took a few steps, and turned his back to everyone.

Li Cheng leaned closer to Jiang Fan and whispered, "Is Director Ning laughing?"

Jiang Fan looked at Ning Yuan's back—his shoulders were indeed trembling.

Ah Zheng got up from the phone booth, dusted off his knees, and walked over with an innocent look on his face.

"How is it?"

Shen Feng took the script off his face and gave a thumbs up: "Awesome. No one in the entire audience could keep their composure."

Ah Zheng grinned.

-

We filmed until after 7 p.m., when it was completely dark, before we finally stopped.

Jiang Fan packed his things and headed out. When his car passed Sichuan Road, he queued for ten minutes and bought two servings of pan-fried buns.

She said she wanted to eat it last week.

-

Around 8 p.m., Jiang Fan pressed the keypad lock on Xu Qingya's villa.

The living room lights were half on, and the TV was on but the volume was very low.

Xu Qingya huddled in the corner of the sofa, wearing a white silk nightgown, with one leg curled up and her toes resting on the sofa cushion.

Holding the remote control, I switched between channels.

She tilted her head and glanced at him, her gaze falling on the bag in his hand.

"What are you holding?"

"Pan-fried buns. You said you wanted some last time."

Xu Qingya stared at the bag for two seconds, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly.

Jiang Fan changed into slippers, put the bag on the coffee table, and sat down next to her.

Xu Qingya continued jumping from the platform, and each shot lasted no more than two seconds.

After switching between about twenty channels, I finally tossed the remote control onto the coffee table.

Where is Tang Yingxue?

"I'm leaving. My flight back to Kyoto is tomorrow."

"oh."

Xu Qingya didn't say anything more, staring at the screen of a shopping channel on TV.

The atmosphere remained tense for about half a minute.

Xu Qingya was actually quite guilty at this moment.

During last night's phone call, she deliberately spoke up, essentially asserting her dominance in front of Tang Yingxue.

But it's like putting Jiang Fan on the hot seat.

I sent him more than a dozen messages today, but he didn't reply to any of them.

She was tough on the outside, but she was panicking all afternoon.

What if this person really gets angry?

Seeing him return carrying pan-fried buns, she finally breathed a sigh of relief after a whole day of anxiety.

Jiang Fan reached out and tucked a strand of hair that was covering her forehead behind her ear.

Xu Qingya shrugged and turned her face away.

There was silence for a few seconds.

She snorted through her nose.

"Feed me one."

Jiang Fan took a pan-fried bun from the bag, blew on it, and held it to her mouth.

Xu Qingya opened her mouth to take it, and some soup splashed onto her chin, which she wiped away with the back of her hand.

After finishing one, she took a second one, and while eating, she unconsciously moved two centimeters closer to Jiang Fan.

After the two finished eating the pan-fried buns, Xu Qingya let out a burp and quickly covered her mouth with her hand.

Jiang Fan smiled at her. "Are you still angry?"

Xu Qingya did not respond.

There's no need for you to compare yourself to her. You'll always be number one in my heart.

"Hmph." Xu Qingya glanced at him sideways. "Smooth talker."

She said that, but her whole body was already leaning in, her head resting on his shoulder.

A few seconds later, she sat up straight.

"Since you're so sensible, I'll give you a reward."

She put her feet off the sofa and ran barefoot into the bedroom.

Jiang Fan leaned back on the sofa and heard the door to the bedroom walk-in closet open and close.

There were sounds of things being rummaged through, clothes hangers clattering together, and plastic packaging being torn open.

Again.

Jiang Fan adjusted his posture on the sofa, mentally preparing himself.

I waited for four or five minutes.

The sound of high heels clicking on the wooden floor came from the bedroom, one click at a time, deliberately slowed down.

Jiang Fan turned his head—

Xu Qingya stood at the corner.

The black and white maid outfit had a skirt that barely covered the upper part of her thighs.

A white lace apron was tied around her waist, making her waist extremely thin.

The neckline was plunging to just below the collarbone and was trimmed with black lace.

She wore a white bow headband, and her long, smooth hair cascaded over her shoulders.

She wore a pair of black patent leather high heels with white over-the-knee socks.

The lace trim at the top of the stockings hugged the mid-thigh, with skin above and tight white fabric below.

Xu Qingya held up her skirt with one hand and put the other hand behind her back.

She cleared her throat.

"Master, what services do you require?"

Jiang Fan leaned back on the sofa.

His gaze swept from the patent leather high heels down to the black lace trim at the neckline.

A playful smile curved at the corner of his lips.

He raised his finger and pointed to the empty seat next to him.

"Come here. Let's check if your service attitude is up to standard."