Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

Around 7 a.m., Song Siyi's biological clock woke her up on time.

She sat up, braced herself against the mattress with her arms, and moved her shoulders.

I was up until the wee hours last night and didn't get much sleep.

Although my lower back was a little sore, I actually felt very energetic.

She turned her head and glanced to the side. Jiang Fan was still asleep, with most of his arm sticking out of the blanket.

Song Siyi habitually reached out to touch the gold-rimmed glasses on the bedside table.

Take it and place it on the bridge of your nose.

My vision became blurry instead.

She took off her glasses, rubbed her eyes, and looked at the electronic alarm clock on the bedside table.

7: 12.

The edges of each number are clearly visible.

Song Siyi was stunned.

She has been nearsighted for several years, and her prescription has been increasing. Last month, when she went for an eye exam, the doctor told her to change her lenses.

Now that I've taken off my glasses, I can see things more clearly than when I was wearing them?

Not only my eyes, but also the acid reflux I usually experience in the morning is gone; my stomach feels warm and comfortable.

Without thinking too much, she threw off the covers, got out of bed, and walked barefoot onto the floor into the bathroom to wash up.

Press the switch and the incandescent light comes on.

Song Siyi leaned forward and looked at her face in the mirror.

Her hand, which was about to pick up the toothbrush, stopped.

Her skin was fair with a rosy glow, and her pores were so fine they were invisible.

The dark circles under my eyes that I used to get from staying up late have completely disappeared.

She stuck out her index finger and poked her cheek.

It's bouncy and smoother than before.

She turned on the tap, scooped up cold water and splashed it on her face, dried herself with a towel, and then looked in the mirror.

Nothing has changed; it's still that ridiculously good-looking face.

Song Siyi threw the towel on the rack and ran back to her bedroom.

Jiang Fan was still asleep.

"Jiang Fan!"

Song Siyi rushed to the bedside and shook him vigorously, pushing against his shoulders with both hands.

"Get up."

Jiang Fan opened his eyes and his gaze fell on her face.

"What's wrong?"

"Look at my face," Song Siyi pointed to her cheeks, "and my eyes—I can see clearly without my glasses. My stomach doesn't hurt anymore either. What happened?"

Jiang Fan looked at her.

The system's repair function worked; minor problems like nearsightedness, stomach ailments, and insomnia were no problem for the system at all.

He propped himself up on the mattress with one hand and sat up, leaning against the headboard.

"What's the big deal?"

"This is not scientific." Song Siyi stood by the bed, hands on her hips.

The hem of her silk pajamas only reached mid-thigh, and she was completely unaware of it.

"What's so unscientific about it?" Jiang Fan's gaze slid down her face a bit. "It must be from what I nourished her last night. Yin and Yang in harmony, don't you understand?"

Song Siyi's face flushed red instantly.

She raised her hand and punched Jiang Fan on the shoulder.

"When did you become so improper?!"

Jiang Fan didn't dodge; instead, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her down forcefully.

Song Siyi lost her balance and fell onto the bed.

She struggled for a moment, pressing her hands against his chest.

"Stop fooling around—I still have to go to the company—"

"Don't you have a stomach problem?" Jiang Fan pinched her chin, his thumb brushing against her lower lip. "If you want to completely cure your stomach problem, you have to do it my way."

He didn't give Song Siyi a chance to refute, pressing his palm down on the back of her head.

Song Siyi was forced to lower her head and put her hands on Jiang Fan's thighs.

She looked up at him, her eyes reddening.

"Jiang Fan...you little rascal...waaaah..."

The second half of the sentence was blocked.

The straps of the silk pajamas slipped down to her arms and hung at her elbows.

Thirty minutes later.

Jiang Fan reached out and pulled the person up.

Song Siyi lay on his chest, panting heavily, her lips even redder than before.

She rubbed her lips with the back of her hand.

"Where did you learn all this...?"

Jiang Fan didn't answer; his hand slid down her back.

She used her fingers to unbutton her pajamas.

Her pajamas were open, and Song Siyi's fingers gripped the bed sheet tightly.

The wooden bed made a rhythmic sound.

Jiang Fan lowered his head and bit her earlobe.

"Call me husband."

Song Siyi turned her head away, ignoring him.

He bit his index finger, remaining silent.

Jiang Fan sped up.

after awhile.

"husband……"

The sound was very soft, almost inaudible.

"Speak louder."

"……husband."

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Another hour passed.

Jiang Fan leaned against the headboard, looking at the virtual panel in front of him.

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Song Siyi was wrapped in a blanket, with her back to him.

The exposed part of her neck was covered in red marks.

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Nine o'clock.

Song Siyi stood in front of the wardrobe changing her clothes.

A fitted black blazer over a white undershirt.

She wore black straight-leg trousers and black high heels.

She walked to the dressing table and picked up the gold-rimmed glasses on it.

I looked at it for a while, then put it down.

Starting today, this layer is no longer needed.

She tied her hair into a low ponytail, grabbed her bag, and left the bedroom.

Jiang Fan was already dressed and sitting on the living room sofa, flipping through a book on her bookshelf.

"I'll go and submit my resignation today. But resigning isn't something you can just do on a whim; I need to hand over the contracts of several top authors. Also, even if you publish a physical book, you'll have to wait until the online serialization is finished before we can talk about it."

Jiang Fan nodded.

"I'll try to finish it this month."

Song Siyi picked up a piece of toast from the table and took a bite.

"There are a lot of procedures to go through with the new company. Business registration, tax registration, publishing qualification review—it will take at least half a month to complete all of them." She looked at Jiang Fan. "How will you control online public opinion during these two weeks?"

"No need to control them. Let them run wild for a few days."

Song Siyi took a bite of her toast and thought for a few seconds.

From a marketing perspective, the logic is sound. The more something is banned or criticized, the more curious people become.

Every time Liu Qingshan publishes an article condemning them, he's essentially helping them get their comeuppance for free.

The premise is that the quality of the book can truly withstand public scrutiny.

"You don't need to worry about that. I'll have Li Cheng handle the company registration first." Jiang Fan stood up. "You can focus on handing over your work; there's no rush."

Song Siyi finished the last bite of toast.

Picking up her bag and opening the door, Song Siyi first escorted Jiang Fan to the company building.

When Jiang Fan arrived at the company, he called Li Cheng into his office.

"Help me register a cultural company. Name it 'Qitian Culture'."

Jiang Fan tapped on the table.

"The legal representative is Song Siyi. I own 70% of the shares, and she owns 30%."

Li Cheng stood there, stunned for a moment.

"Brother Fan, is Song Siyi... the editor-in-chief of Endpoint Literature?"

"right."

Li Cheng swallowed.

Yesterday he was a high-ranking editor-in-chief, and today he's the legal representative of his boss's new company?

Jiang Fan's methods of poaching talent are simply unfathomable.

He didn't dare ask any more questions and quickly lowered his head to write them down.

"Understood, I'll take care of it right away."

Li Cheng turned and left, closing the door behind him.

The office quieted down.

Jiang Fan turned on his computer, and the Word document lit up with a blinking cursor.

I stretched my wrists and then placed my fingers on the keyboard.

At a pace of 50,000 words per day, it can definitely be finished within half a month.

When this book is finished, both Liu Qingshan and Qidian.com will have to shut up.