Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

Jiang Fan walked out of the Hou family troupe's gate and followed the bluestone path.

Li Cheng jogged out of the courtyard and followed beside Jiang Fan.

"Brother Jiang, where did you learn such skills?" Li Cheng circled Jiang Fan a few times. "Those moves just now completely stunned me. Even that old man Hou Chuanwu turned pale."

"Enough with the nonsense." Jiang Fan stopped in his tracks. "You stay and finalize the contract details. Pay a slightly higher fee than usual, but don't go too high; we can't break the rules."

Li Cheng nodded and noted it down. "I understand."

"I'll go back tomorrow first. You can finish the rest of the procedures here yourself."

After Jiang Fan finished explaining, he walked to the alley entrance, hailed a taxi, and returned to Tang Yingxue's large apartment.

He changed into slippers and sat down on the sofa in the living room.

There was no one around, and the room was very quiet.

Jiang Fan closed his eyes and brought up the system panel in his mind.

Current lifespan: 89800 points

I just spent 5,000 points to exchange for the Grandmaster-level Monkey Show skill. The number looks a bit painful, but if I can keep Hou Jinlai under control, the quality of the entire TV series will be guaranteed.

More importantly, Jiang Fan noticed some changes in his body.

After exchanging for the Grandmaster-level Monkey Show skill, he felt that his muscle control, flexibility, and even reaction speed had all improved to a new level.

When she walks, her body is light and she exudes an indescribable spirituality.

Jiang Fan leaned back on the sofa, closed his eyes to rest, and unknowingly fell asleep.

Around five o'clock, the door lock beeped.

Tang Yingxue, wearing sunglasses, pushed open the door and came in.

She tossed her bag onto the entryway cabinet, kicked off her high heels, changed into slippers, and walked in.

Seeing Jiang Fan sitting on the sofa, she took off her sunglasses and casually placed them on the coffee table.

"Is the matter settled?"

"It's done." Jiang Fan stood up, stretched his neck, and said, "We've got the person."

Tang Yingxue walked to the refrigerator, took a bottle of mineral water, unscrewed it, and took a sip.

"That old stubborn man from the Hou family troupe is notoriously difficult to deal with, how did you manage to win him over?"

Yesterday, Tang Yingxue heard Jiang Fan say that he was going to find Hou Jinlai, and today she even asked a few people in Beijing's elite circles to inquire about it.

The reports that came back were remarkably consistent: the old man was unyielding to both soft and hard approaches.

Last year, a director who had won an international award wanted to invite his son to make a movie. He brought a generous gift to the door, but was kicked out before he could even enter the main house.

Jiang Fan walked over, took the bottle of mineral water from her hand, and took a sip from the bottle.

"He showed off his skills."

Tang Yingxue waited for two seconds and realized that Jiang Fan had no intention of elaborating at all.

What does it mean to "show off one's skills"?

"It means exactly what it says. I used a set of staff techniques and completely stunned him."

Tang Yingxue stared at him for several seconds.

"You can even wield a stick?"

"I know a lot more; you'll get to know me gradually."

"You're just bragging." Tang Yingxue leaned back on the sofa, arms crossed. "Songwriting, screenwriting, and now you're a martial arts master?"

Tang Yingxue racked her brains, but she couldn't connect Jiang Fan with the image of him playing with a monkey stick.

She took out her phone and checked the time.

"Come on, let me take you to get something to eat. It wouldn't be right to come to the capital and not have a good meal."

She turned and walked towards the dressing room. "Let me change my clothes first."

Tang Yingxue walked into the dressing room, stood in front of the full-length mirror, and unzipped the back of her dress.

The black silk dress slid down her shoulders and bunched up at her ankles.

She was about to bend down to get her casual clothes from the hanger when the door was pushed open.

Tang Yingxue turned around and saw that Jiang Fan had already walked in and closed the door behind him.

"What are you doing here?" Tang Yingxue straightened up, instinctively putting her hands in front of her.

Jiang Fan stepped forward and placed his hand on her lower back.

"Let me show you my staff skills."

Before Tang Yingxue could react, Jiang Fan had already pinned her against the large floor-to-ceiling mirror.

She reached out to push Jiang Fan's shoulder, but couldn't budge him at all.

Jiang Fan's actions were very direct.

Tang Yingxue noticed that Jiang Fan was a little different today.

Jiang Fan is usually steady and powerful, but today he exudes a wildness.

Every movement and every angle change was incredibly precise, completely disrupting her established rhythm.

She had just gotten used to a certain frequency when Jiang Fan changed his tactics.

Tang Yingxue's legs went weak, and she could only grip Jiang Fan's shirt tightly with both hands.

She bit her lower lip, trying not to make a sound, but her body's reactions were completely beyond her control.

"You...how come...you have so many...tricks...?"

Tang Yingxue's voice was intermittent.

Jiang Fan didn't slow down. He supported Tang Yingxue's waist with one hand, helping her change position.

Tang Yingxue didn't even have the strength to stand up, and she clung to Jiang Fan.

It lasted until 7 p.m.

The walk-in closet finally quieted down.

Tang Yingxue slumped on the carpet in the dressing room, her forehead covered in fine sweat and her hair disheveled.

She watched Jiang Fan slowly button up his shirt, unable to even muster the energy to curse.

Jiang Fan looked at her.

"How's your stick fighting?"

Tang Yingxue turned her face away, gritting her teeth as she spat out two words: "Beasts."

Jiang Fan smiled, turned around, and walked out.

"I'm waiting for you in the living room. Hurry up and change your clothes."

Half an hour later, the two went downstairs to the underground parking garage.

Tang Yingxue changed into a low-key black tracksuit and wore a baseball cap.

She walked up to a white Mercedes-Benz G-Class, opened the door, and got into the driver's seat.

Jiang Fan opened the passenger door and got in.

The car drove out of the residential area and merged into the traffic flow of Beijing.

"Where to?" Jiang Fan asked, looking at the street scene outside the window.

"We're having Peking duck. I've reserved a private room."

Tang Yingxue gripped the steering wheel with both hands, and when she stepped on the brake at a red light, her leg muscles involuntarily went weak.

She turned and glared at Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan kept his eyes fixed ahead, pretending not to see anything.

After driving for forty minutes, the car stopped in front of an inconspicuous courtyard house in the southern part of the city.

There was no sign, and two security guards in black suits stood at the entrance.

Tang Yingxue walked ahead, and the security guards, seeing that she didn't stop them, simply opened the two heavy wooden doors.

The courtyard is a hidden paradise, with artificial hills and flowing water, winding corridors, and an extremely private environment.

The waiter led them into a private room located further inside.

The private room was small but elegantly decorated, with a round mahogany table in the center.

Not long after, the roast duck was served.

A chef dressed in a white uniform pushed a food cart in and began slicing the duck in front of the two of them, his knife skills were swift and the slices were even.

After the chef finished slicing the duck, he placed the plate on the table, carried the remaining duck carcass away, and closed the door of the private room.

Tang Yingxue picked up a lotus leaf pancake and spread it in her palm.

She picked up a piece of duck skin dipped in white sugar and put it into the pancake.

He then added two more slices of lean and fatty duck meat, topped them with shredded scallions and cucumber strips, and smeared them with sweet bean sauce.

She moved with practiced ease, and after rolling it up, she handed it directly to Jiang Fan's mouth.

Jiang Fan looked at her.

Tang Yingxue, one of the four great divas, is usually served tea and water by her assistants when she is out. But now she is personally rolling up a roast duck and feeding it to him.

Jiang Fan opened his mouth and took a bite.

Tang Yingxue watched him eat it, then took a tissue to wipe her hands, rolled one up herself, and put it in her mouth.

"When are you planning to give me the script for Guanyin?" Tang Yingxue asked while eating.

"Next week, I guess." Jiang Fan wiped his mouth with a tissue.

"Does Xu Qingya know that I'm playing Guanyin?"

Jiang Fan glanced at her.

"have no idea."

Tang Yingxue's lips curled into a slight smile.

When the production team officially announced the casting, Xu Qingya watched as she sat high above on a lotus platform, while she could only struggle and give herself away in the mortal world.

That scene must be very interesting.