Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

The concert ended very late.

Backstage at the Rongcheng Gymnasium, Xu Qingya walked out without even removing her makeup, simply putting on a sweatshirt and a mask.

Assistant Lele followed behind, pulling the suitcase, panting heavily.

"Sister Ya, are you really not going to the celebration party?"

"I'm not going. I'll book the earliest flight back to Shanghai."

Su Yuyan has been officially announced as the actress who plays the White Bone Demon, which has made Xu Qingya feel extremely threatened.

She can't rely solely on singing; she also needs to get a piece of the film and television market.

Su Yuyan can act, and so can she.

The plane landed in Shanghai at 10 a.m.

After getting off the plane, she took out her phone and sent a message to Jiang Fan.

Come to my house tonight.

Then, Yang Lele drove the car to a high-end shopping mall in the city center, heading straight to a store that specializes in custom-made film and television costumes.

-

Jiang Fan sat behind his desk, holding a red pen, and drew red crosses on an A4 sheet of paper.

The paper contained the preliminary list of actors sent by Times Media.

Li Cheng stood across the table, staring at the rows of red crosses, his scalp tingling.

Jiang Fan read out a name.

"Wang Kai. What has he acted in?"

Li Cheng flipped through the documents.

"I've acted in two period idol dramas, and I have quite a few fans."

"With that expressionless face, he's going to play Sun Wukong?" Jiang Fan flicked his wrist and drew a big red X.

"Next up, Liu Shiyu. She's had plastic surgery; her chin is so sharp it could kill someone. Is she going to play Chang'e?"

Another red cross.

Jiang Fan sneered. "What do these people take 'Journey to the West' for?"

One page, twenty people, and Jiang Fan killed sixteen of them directly.

Li Cheng sighed.

"Brother Jiang, these people are all relatives of those old shareholders of Times Media. President Su couldn't control things, so he just handed over the list as a formality. If you reject them all, President Su won't be able to explain it to the board of directors."

Jiang Fan threw the pen on the table.

"If it's hard to explain, just let them withdraw their investment." Jiang Fan leaned back in his chair.

Li Cheng put the list away. "That puts President Su in a difficult position."

Jiang Fan picked up his water glass and took a sip.

"She's not difficult. All she wants is for me to mark these red crosses. Notify Time Media to recast. Pick according to the role requirements, don't try to fool me with garbage."

-

It was 8 p.m. at Xu Qingya's villa.

Jiang Fan entered the room using the password.

Xu Qingya had just finished showering, her hair was half-dry, and she was sitting on the sofa wearing a bathrobe.

"You're fast enough. Why don't you rest for a few more days?" Jiang Fan closed the door and changed his shoes.

Xu Qingya tossed the towel she was using to dry her hair aside.

"You said you'd come back for the audition, how can I not hurry?"

She patted the seat next to her. "Come sit down."

Jiang Fan walked over and sat down.

Xu Qingya turned to the side, "I know Su Yuyan got the role of the White Bone Demon. I'm going to play the Queen of the Women's Kingdom."

Jiang Fan didn't speak, just quietly looked at her.

Xu Qingya got annoyed and pushed his shoulder.

"What, am I not worthy?"

Jiang Fan leaned back on the sofa armrest.

"That's the most outstanding female character in the show. You, a singer who's never acted before, can really pull it off?"

Xu Qingya stared at him for a few seconds.

She stood up, walked to her suitcase, and squatted down to fiddle with the combination lock.

With a click, the box opened.

She took a paper bag out of it and handed it to Jiang Fan.

"Change into this first. Don't come in unless I call you."

Xu Qingya turned and went into the bedroom, closing the door behind her.

Jiang Fan opened the paper bag and took out the contents.

It was a red kasaya with gold thread, and a set of brownish-yellow monk's robes.

Jiang Fan smiled; this woman was well-prepared for the role.

He took off his coat, put on his monk's robe, and draped the kasaya over his body; it fit him perfectly.

About ten minutes later.

"Come in, Brother Yudi." Xu Qingya's voice came from the bedroom.

Jiang Fan pushed open the door.

The bedroom lights were off, with only two red scented candles burning on the bedside table.

Xu Qingya stood in front of the candles, wearing a bright yellow ancient costume dress.

The material is extremely thin, allowing glimpses of the scenery underneath.

She wore a golden hair crown and had a red flower decoration on the center of her forehead.

She stood barefoot on the carpet, holding a round fan in her hand, half-covering her face.

Jiang Fan, wearing a cassock, stood there watching her.

Xu Qingya slowly moved the fan aside, revealing a perfect face.

Her eyes were elongated at the corners, exuding a seductive charm, and her chin was raised, displaying a certain air of superiority.

"Brother, what do you think of my Kingdom of Women? How does it compare to your Tang Dynasty?"

Jiang Fan closed his eyes and clasped his hands together.

"Your Majesty, my heart is free from worldly desires; this humble monk has severed all worldly attachments and is unworthy to enjoy worldly riches. Amitabha."

Xu Qingya took two steps forward, her skirt trailing on the carpet, making a slight rustling sound.

She walked up to Jiang Fan, gently tapping his chest with her fan, which then slid down the edge of his robe.

"You say you're free from all worldly desires, yet you keep your eyes tightly shut. If you open your eyes and look at me, I don't believe your eyes are empty."

Jiang Fan remained unmoved. "Your Majesty, please have some self-respect."

Xu Qingya chuckled softly, tossed the fan onto the sofa, and placed her hands on Jiang Fan's shoulders.

"I'll never respect myself." She tiptoed and leaned close to Jiang Fan's ear, her breath brushing against his neck.

"Brother, do you really not like me? This is a rare and beautiful night, please say yes."

She reached out to untie Jiang Fan's cassock.

Jiang Fan pressed down on her hand. "Your Majesty, it's just a rehearsal, don't hit me."

Xu Qingya looked up and glared at him. "Are you getting addicted to acting?"

She twisted her wrist, broke free from Jiang Fan's hand, and reached directly inside the collar of the cassock.

She scratched Jiang Fan's chest muscle with her fingernail.

Jiang Fan gasped.

Xu Qingya laughed smugly. "Even monks get ticklish?"

Xu Qingya wrapped her arms around Jiang Fan's waist and pressed her face against his chest.

"Brother, please stay. What's so great about the Tang Dynasty? What's so interesting about the scriptures?"

She recited her lines, but her hands were restless, moving down Jiang Fan's lower back.

Jiang Fan grabbed her wrist and pulled her away a little.

"Your Majesty, you memorized your lines well. But this action wasn't in the script."

Xu Qingya looked up at him.

"I am the queen, I can add whatever I want."

She pulled hard, and the sash of her robe came undone.

The red fabric slipped halfway down and hung on Jiang Fan's shoulder.

Jiang Fan looked at her; the bright yellow dress was really thin.

The candlelight shone through, revealing the outline inside; it was a vacuum.

Faced with such a situation, Jiang Fan couldn't keep up the act of pretending to be Tang Sanzang for long.

But he wasn't going to just go along with her. He had to take the initiative.

Jiang Fan clasped his hands together and closed his eyes. "Amitabha..."

Xu Qingya was stunned. Was this man really starting to chant scriptures?

She gritted her teeth and went behind Jiang Fan. She wrapped her arms around him from behind and pressed her body against his.

"Go ahead and read it. Let's see how long you can keep going."

Xu Qingya rested her chin on Jiang Fan's shoulder.

His fingers traced down the yellow monk's robe, sensing the changes in Jiang Fan's body.

"Heh, you monk, your willpower isn't all that great either."

Jiang Fan opened his eyes; he could no longer pretend.

He turned around, grabbed Xu Qingya's wrist, and pulled hard.

Xu Qingya gasped as Jiang Fan picked her up, carried her to the bedside, and threw her onto the bed.

Xu Qingya bounced on the mattress, her hair came loose, and her golden hair crown tilted to one side.

She propped herself up on the mattress and looked at Jiang Fan.

"Hmph, not chanting scriptures anymore?"

Jiang Fan tore off his cassock and threw it on the ground.

"The Buddha said, 'If I don't go to hell, who will?'"

Xu Qingya wrapped her arms around Jiang Fan's neck, and Jiang Fan's hands moved up her legs, pushing her bright yellow dress up to her waist.

Xu Qingya bit her lower lip, her breathing completely disordered.

She bought this outfit today just for this moment.

The red candlelight flickered.

Xu Qingya's voice was intermittent.

"Jiang Fan...the role...mine..."

Jiang Fan paused for a moment. "Still thinking about the role at a time like this?"

"Su Yuyan... can act... so can I..." Xu Qingya was very stubborn.

Jiang Fan chuckled.

"Okay. You acted very well, this role is yours."