Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

Jiang Fan finally enjoyed a few days of peace.

Xu Qingya spends every day in the dance studio practicing classical etiquette.

Every night when I get home, my back aches and I don't even have the energy to send a WeChat message to Jiang Fan.

Su Yuyan was working non-stop at the headquarters of Times Media.

The preparation work for the film crew was extremely complicated. She held six meetings every day, busy with securing sponsorships, finalizing filming locations, and rehearsing for the concert a week later.

Tang Yingxue turned down all commercial offers and locked herself in her villa in Beijing to memorize lines and practice her physical fitness.

Shen Nian found two professional dance teachers to relentlessly practice the Jade Rabbit Spirit's three-minute exotic dance.

While the other women were all busy with their announcements, he found himself with some free time.

With nothing to do, he strolled over to Qitian Culture.

The office space that the company had previously rented was no longer enough, so Song Siyi took over both floors.

The elevator doors opened, and the reception desk's background wall had been renovated, with the logo replaced by four large gold-plated characters: Qitian Culture.

The office area was bustling with people, and the workstations were packed tightly together.

Xiao Na, the receptionist, was registering visitor information with her head down. Hearing footsteps, she looked up.

Upon seeing Jiang Fan, she immediately stood up straight.

General Manager Song personally instructed that Mr. Jiang should not be notified when he comes to the company and can enter directly.

"President Jiang," Xiao Na called out respectfully.

Jiang Fan nodded, said nothing, and went inside.

Along the way, signs for the Legal Department, Finance Department, Copyright Operations Department, New Media Department, etc., were neatly displayed.

Behind each glass partition, someone was busy at work.

Jiang Fan walked to the innermost part and pushed open the door to the president's office.

Song Siyi was looking down at the documents.

A grey silk shirt clung to her body, and her hair was neatly pinned up at the back of her head.

A pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on her nose gave her the air of a capable female CEO.

Hearing the door open, she frowned slightly and looked up.

Upon recognizing Jiang Fan, the coldness in his eyes vanished instantly.

She put down her pen and walked around the large desk to greet her.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming?"

Jiang Fan walked behind the large desk and sat down in the boss's chair.

The genuine leather material feels wonderful to the touch and is very comfortable to sit on.

"Just came to check on things."

Song Siyi walked behind him, placed her hands on his shoulders, and massaged his neck and shoulders with her fingers.

Jiang Fan casually picked up the financial statements on the table and glanced at them.

The numbers are impressive.

With the third batch of "Journey to the West" books fully distributed, coupled with the payment received from Huaxin Publishing House.

Qitian Culture's cash flow has officially exceeded 300 million yuan.

Jiang Fan threw the report back onto the desktop.

"Money shouldn't just sit in the account."

He leaned back in his chair, enjoying Song Siyi's massage.

"Let's set up the animation department first."

Song Siyi's fingers paused for a moment.

"Animation department?"

"Yes. Let's get a team of a hundred people first, don't be afraid to spend money." Jiang Fan tapped his fingers twice on the table. "Let's turn 'Journey to the West' into an animated film, and use that as practice first."

The IP of Journey to the West is a huge treasure trove.

TV series are just the first step.

Animation, games, and movies—these are the real cash cows.

Song Siyi didn't ask why, and started massaging Jiang Fan's shoulders again.

She never questioned the reasons behind Jiang Fan's decisions; she simply carried them out.

"Okay, I'll have the HR department poach people tomorrow."

Jiang Fan's phone on the table vibrated.

Li Cheng's name was displayed on the screen.

Jiang Fan swiped to answer the call.

"Brother Jiang," Li Cheng's voice came through, "Hou Jinlai and Old Master Hou have arrived in Shanghai. I just picked them up, and they've already arranged accommodation at a hotel next to the film studio. When should we have them come for their costume fitting?"

Jiang Fan glanced at the calendar.

"the day after tomorrow."

"Okay. Old Master Hou has a bit of a temper. He was just saying in the car that if the script ruins the monkey show, he'll take his son and leave immediately."

"Let him ramble on."

Jiang Fan hung up the phone.

Jiang Fan threw his phone on the table, grabbed Song Siyi's wrist with his other hand, and applied slight pressure.

Song Siyi used the force to get around the chair and fell into Jiang Fan's arms.

Jiang Fan casually put his arm around her waist; the silk shirt felt incredibly smooth to the touch.

"Now that the work report is done, it's time to get down to business."

Jiang Fan opened the bottom drawer of his desk.

Several pairs of unopened stockings were neatly stacked in the drawer.

Black, white, flesh-colored...

Jiang Fan took out a pair of black shoes and tore open the packaging paper.

Song Siyi is wearing wide-leg pants today.

She glanced at the stockings in Jiang Fan's hand, then at the office door.

Jiang Fan ignored the people coming and going outside the door and reached directly for her belt.

The metal buckle made a crisp "click".

Song Siyi's ears burned, and she quickly pressed down on Jiang Fan's hand.

"The door isn't locked... I'll do it myself."

She stood up, walked to the door, and pressed the deadbolt button on the doorknob.

After locking the door, Song Siyi walked back to her desk.

The zipper of the high-waisted wide-leg pants is unzipped, and the pants slide down the leg line to the ankle.

She stepped out and draped her pants over the armrest of the sofa next to her.

Two fair legs were completely exposed to the air.

Having spent most of her time sitting in the office, her skin is very fair and she has no excess fat.

Jiang Fan handed over the stockings in his hand.

Song Siyi placed one leg on the edge of the boss's chair, pulled her stockings up to her toes, and slowly pulled them up.

The black fabric clung tightly to the skin, completely covering the contours of the legs.

After putting on one leg, she switched to the other.

Jiang Fan leaned back in his chair, his gaze moving upwards.

After she switched to her other leg, Jiang Fan reached out and put his arm around her waist, pulling her back onto his lap.

The boss's chair is spacious, with plenty of room.

Song Siyi wrapped her arms around Jiang Fan's neck, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid.

Jiang Fan didn't make any unnecessary movements. He tore open the stockings he had just put on and got straight to the point.

The hydraulic rods of the boss's chair made a slight grinding sound.

Song Siyi bit her lower lip tightly, not daring to make a sound.

Separated only by a door, the footsteps of employees and the hum of printers could be clearly heard.

"Is President Song inside?" came the voice of the head of the new media department from outside the door.

Xiao Na's voice followed immediately: "President Song is meeting with guests and instructed that we not to disturb him."

"Oh, I'll come back later. This data report needs to be signed urgently."

"Leave it here, I'll take it inside when Mr. Song is done with his work."

The footsteps faded into the distance.

Song Siyi's body was very tense due to nervousness.

Her fingers gripped Jiang Fan's shirt shoulder tightly.

Jiang Fan leaned back in his chair, letting her take control of the pace.

An hour later.

The office fell silent.

Song Siyi's silk shirt was completely unbuttoned, and she pressed Jiang Fan's head tightly against her chest with both hands, breathing heavily.

At the edge of the field of vision, the system panel pops up.

[Deep Compatibility x1, Lifespan +500]

Jiang Fan glanced at it and then closed the panel.

After so much effort.

Song Siyi's compatibility has finally improved by one level, reaching S level.

This shows that she has reached a new level in terms of social status and personal influence.

Her position as president of Qitian Culture, coupled with the commercial value behind "Journey to the West," allowed her to completely escape the ranks of a junior editor.

Jiang Fan patted her waist.

After a while, Song Siyi got up from Jiang Fan.

She pulled out a tissue to clean herself up, then took off the torn stockings and threw them into the trash can.

Put those wide-leg pants back on.

She walked to the full-length mirror, restyled her messy hair, and buttoned up her shirt.

She put her gold-rimmed glasses back on and regained her CEO-like demeanor.

The next day, Jiang Fan woke up in Song Siyi's apartment.

He picked up his phone from the bedside table; Su Yuyan had sent him a WeChat message.

"The roles have been preliminarily finalized. Director Yang is currently reviewing the script with me, and she'd like to meet with you. Are you free now?"

After reading the message, Jiang Fan replied with a single word: "Yes".