Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

"Jiang Fan, hurry up, I'm really hungry," Su Yuyan urged him listlessly.

"Don't worry, I'll feed you soon."

"Get lost, I meant dinner." Su Yuyan pushed him, but he wouldn't budge.

Here's some food for you.

"Waaah..."

Half an hour later, Su Yuyan wiped her mouth.

Jiang Fan grabbed her ankle and pulled her in front of him.

"Are you ever going to stop...?"

Jiang Fan didn't answer, but responded with his actions.

The two of them stayed up until late at night.

Jiang Fan rolled out of bed, picked up the pants he had thrown on the carpet, and put them on.

"Let's go eat."

Su Yuyan lay face down on the pillow, her voice muffled: "Go my ass. I can't even get out of bed."

She turned over and pulled the blanket over herself.

Shooting the music video in the afternoon was exhausting, and then I was worked up for so long in the evening, so I'm completely drained.

Jiang Fan walked to the wardrobe, took one of her pajamas, and threw it over.

"Put it on, and I'll make you some noodles."

Su Yuyan stretched a hand out from under the covers and put on her pajamas.

She sat up against the headboard, her neckline low, which slipped down to reveal one shoulder with several red marks on it.

She glanced down at the marks and tugged at her collar in annoyance.

Jiang Fan was already rummaging through the refrigerator in the kitchen.

Su Yuyan's refrigerator didn't have much food; there were a few scallions and half a box of shredded meat in the refrigerator compartment.

Ten minutes later, the aroma of scallions and shredded pork wafted into the bedroom.

Jiang Fan placed a bowl of scallion oil and shredded pork noodles on the bedside table.

Su Yuyan took the chopsticks, picked up a bite, and put it in her mouth.

"Hmm, you're a decent cook."

She was really starving.

Forget about her usual diva image in public, she picked up the noodles and ate them heartily, finishing the bowl of noodles and soup in just a few minutes.

She wiped her mouth with a tissue and leaned back on the pillow contentedly.

"By the way, I heard about your physical copy of 'Journey to the West'."

Jiang Fan turned his head to look at her.

Su Yuyan has connections in both the entertainment and cultural circles, and is very well-informed.

"Liu Qingshan and his group are making quite a fuss now. The Writers' Association, together with three local literary federations, issued a statement saying that you have distorted the traditional mythological system and seriously misled the spiritual world of young people."

Jiang Fan hummed in response, without any further reaction.

Aren't you in a hurry?

"What's the rush? The more they make a fuss, the more money they save me on my 'GG fee' (gift money)."

Su Yuyan looked at him and tapped the blanket twice with her finger.

Do you need money? If not, I have some here.

"No need. I have enough money. Just post a Weibo message for me when the book is published."

"this one?"

"That's it."

Su Yuyan snorted and crumpled the tissue into a ball, throwing it at him.

"You're such a cheapskate. I already told you I'd invested money, but you still don't want it."

"Keep your money for clothes. This 38,000 yuan traditional costume is quite nice; you can buy several different styles."

Su Yuyan rolled her eyes at him.

"Following you makes me go through too many clothes."

She picked up her phone and scrolled through it for a while, then suddenly remembered something and put the phone face down on the blanket.

"I have a concert next month. It's at the Shanghai Stadium, so you have to write me a new song. It will premiere at the concert."

Jiang Fan leaned against the headboard, his hands behind his head.

"I charge a lot for songwriting now."

Su Yuyan's eyes widened.

"I'm already yours, and you're still talking to me about money?"

"One thing at a time."

Su Yuyan was so angry that she kicked him under the covers.

"Get out of here."

Jiang Fan grabbed her ankle as she kicked him and squeezed it in his palm.

Su Yuyan's feet are not big; one hand can easily encircle them.

"Alright, alright, consider this a gift."

Satisfied, Su Yuyan withdrew her foot, turned over, and faced away from him.

"Going to sleep. I'm so sleepy."

Jiang Fan turned off the wall lamp.

The bedroom was plunged into darkness.

He lay down and casually pulled Su Yuyan into his arms.

Su Yuyan protested with a snort, but her body honestly found a comfortable position, resting her head on his chest.

His breathing quickly returned to normal.

-

Jiang Fan arrived at the company at 10 a.m. the next day.

I turned on my computer, the Word document lit up, and the cursor stopped at the end of chapter ninety-two.

He stretched his wrists and his fingers landed on the keyboard.

The last few chapters describe the successful completion of the pilgrimage.

After enduring eighty-one tribulations, the four travelers finally arrived at the Great Thunder Temple in the Western Paradise.

Starting with the cracked immortal stone on Flower Fruit Mountain, and ending with the cicada shedding its shell on Spirit Mountain, the story unfolds amidst demons, monsters, and the warmth and coldness of human relationships, concluding in the last few tens of thousands of words.

Jiang Fan's typing speed has been increasing lately.

Except for one takeout meal, he hardly left his chair.

3:40 PM.

The last period is added.

The End.

Jiang Fan leaned back in his chair, looking at the word count in the lower right corner of the screen. The full text was 860,000 words.

Archived the file and sent the complete final draft to Song Siyi.

After sending it, he stretched and turned his neck left and right.

After a month of writing, I finally sent this giant Buddha statue away.

Next, we just need to wait for Song Siyi to set up the company structure, arrange for the printing of physical books, and put them on the shelves at a later date.

Jiang Fan closed his laptop, picked up the coffee that had cooled on the table, and took a sip.

Just then, there was a knock on the office door.

Li Cheng pushed open the door and came in, holding a folder in his hand.

"Brother Fan, the business registration for Qitian Culture is all done." He placed the documents on the table and pushed them over.

Jiang Fan picked up the business license and glanced at it.

Qitian Culture Media Co., Ltd.

Legal representative: Song Siyi.

He put the license back.

"Thanks for your hard work, Makoto. By the way, how's things going on set?"

Li Cheng closed the folder and sat down in the chair opposite Jiang Fan.

"Everything is normal. Director Ning is incredibly efficient, and the progress is faster than expected. At this rate, we should be able to wrap up filming by the middle of next month."

Jiang Fan nodded.

The filming progress of "Goodbye Mr. Loser" has been worry-free for him. Although Ning Yuan has a bad temper, he is indeed a good worker.

Li Cheng closed the door and left, and the office became quiet.

Jiang Fan leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and thought for a while.

Su Yu-yan will be performing a new song at her concert next month.

This matter cannot be taken lightly.

The songs performed at the premiere of a concert directly determine the level of buzz and discussion that night.

With a thought, Jiang Fan saw the system panel appear before him.

[Host: Jiang Fan]

Lifespan: 157 days

[Remaining lifespan: 110600 points]

The lifespan value has exceeded 100,000.

He generously exchanged two hundred days of his lifespan.

20,000 life points are deducted.

A warm current instantly flowed through my body.

Jiang Fan clenched his fist, feeling his physical functions improve even further.

His gaze shifted to the song category in the online store, and he entered a keyword.

The playlist refreshed, and a song popped up.

【"Itch" - Exchange Price: 200 Life Points】

Jiang Fan clicked to listen to the audio.

The lyrics describe a feeling of being stirred up and unable to stop, an ambiguity that runs deep.

Her voice was languid and alluring, and the melody was captivating.

He mentally replayed Su Yuyan's state during the MV shoot yesterday.

A red dress, an ancient style, and the rhythm of the body in dim light.

The song "Itch," paired with Su Yuyan's voice—

That magnetic bass voice trailed off with a lingering, tender tone.

Jiang Fan thought about the image of Su Yuyan singing this song on the concert stage.

The spotlight shone on her alone.

She was wearing some kind of semi-transparent tulle dress as she slowly walked to the center of the stage.

The moment he opens his mouth, the whole audience will go wild.

Jiang Fan was about to confirm the exchange when his finger hovered in mid-air and then stopped.

If the concert premiere only features "Itch," it would be a bit limiting.