Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

Tang Yingxue was lying on the sofa applying a face mask when she received the audition notice from her assistant.

The phone screen lit up briefly, and she tilted her head to glance at it.

"Sister Xue, we've received a notification from Times Media that Director Yang Shuhua will be conducting auditions for each of us at 9 a.m. the day after tomorrow. Anyone who doesn't pass will be eliminated on the spot."

Yang Shuhua was a name she was familiar with.

The most meticulous female director in China when filming period dramas, with an even bigger temper than her.

Tang Yingxue took off her face mask and threw it into the trash can. She then got up and went to the sink to rinse her face.

She looked up at herself in the mirror.

Her skin was firm, her forehead smooth, and the fine line at the corner of her eye that had been there for two years had completely disappeared.

Tang Yingxue dried her face and walked out of the bathroom.

She picked up her phone and scrolled to her chat with Jiang Fan.

"I'll be arriving in Shanghai tomorrow afternoon. Are you free tonight?"

After sending the message, Tang Yingxue turned her phone face down on the table.

She walked to the dressing room, opened the door, and went inside.

The walk-in closet is very large, with two walls covered with clothes for various occasions.

She first picked out two everyday outfits, folded them, and put them in her suitcase, then took out a silk bathrobe.

Finally, my gaze fell on the third drawer.

She opened the drawer, inside which were neatly folded underwear of various colors.

Reaching inside, I pulled out an unopened black box.

That was a limited edition outfit that the brand gave her during last year's Paris Fashion Week.

She glanced at it and threw it into the deepest part of the drawer, thinking that she would never wear such a thing in her life.

Tang Yingxue tore open the packaging and shook out the set.

Black lace, with very little fabric.

She held it up in front of her and compared it to the mirror.

The parts that should be covered are completely exposed, and the parts that shouldn't be exposed are all exposed.

Tang Yingxue folded the underwear neatly, placed it at the bottom of the suitcase, and covered it with clothes.

Her phone vibrated outside, and she came out of the dressing room and turned it on.

Jiang Fan: "What time will you arrive?"

Tang Yingxue: "The flight departs at 3 PM and will land around 5:30 PM."

Jiang Fan: "Okay."

Tang Yingxue thought for a moment, then typed another line: "What do I need to prepare in advance for the audition?"

Jiang Fan: "Just be yourself. Whatever Guanyin's aura is, that's your aura."

Tang Yingxue stared at the line of text for five seconds, then exited the chat and began packing the rest of her luggage.

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The plane landed in Shanghai the following afternoon.

Tang Yingxue had booked a suite at the InterContinental Hotel. Her assistant helped her carry her luggage into the room and then left.

She opened her suitcase, took out the black lace lingerie, and placed it on the bed.

I went into the bathroom, filled the bathtub with water, and soaked in it for half an hour.

After drying herself off, Tang Yingxue picked up the set of underwear and put it on in front of the mirror.

The sight of herself in the mirror made her a little embarrassed.

Several thin straps were tied around the skin, revealing everything that needed to be exposed.

She quickly took out the burgundy silk nightgown and put it on.

Back in the living room, I opened a bottle of red wine and poured half a glass.

I sat on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the night view of Shanghai outside.

Tang Yingxue took a sip of wine, thinking to herself, "How is what I'm doing any different from those newly debuted actresses when I'm one of the Four Heavenly Queens?"

But the thought of seeing a younger face in the mirror tomorrow put her at ease.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the doorbell rang.

Tang Yingxue put down her wine glass, walked barefoot to the door, and glanced through the peephole.

A bald man was standing outside.

Tang Yingxue was so frightened that she took a step back.

She was just about to come back to get her phone from the coffee table to call her assistant.

"Open the door, it's me."

Jiang Fan's voice came through the door.

Tang Yingxue stopped in her tracks.

She leaned closer to the cat and took a closer look.

The facial features are indeed Jiang Fan's, it's just the head...

She opened the door, stood in the doorway, and raised her finger, pointing at the top of Jiang Fan's head.

Where's your hair?

"Shave it."

Jiang Fan walked past her into the room and closed the door behind him.

Tang Yingxue turned around and stared at the back of his head.

"You really shaved it? Why?"

Jiang Fan walked to the sofa, sat down, picked up her wine glass, and took a sip.

"I was playing Tang Sanzang. Director Yang Shuhua wouldn't allow me to wear a wig."

Tang Yingxue walked over and stood in front of him.

She bent down, extended her right hand, and placed her palm on the top of Jiang Fan's head.

It feels a bit prickly, but the head is very round, and it has a strangely comfortable feel to touch.

Tang Yingxue couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"What are you laughing at?" Jiang Fan looked up at her.

"It's nothing." Tang Yingxue withdrew her hand. "It's just that... you really go all out for a role."

She paused for a moment, then touched it again. "It feels pretty good."

Jiang Fan's gaze slid down her face and landed on the collar of her burgundy nightgown.

The belt was tied very tightly, but the neckline was loose, and a thin black strap could be vaguely seen below the collarbone.

Tang Yingxue felt her body tense up under his gaze.

She walked to the side, poured herself another glass of red wine, and took a sip.

"The audition is tomorrow, and Director Yang is so picky," Tang Yingxue said as she walked back with a wine glass. "Why don't you give me some more pointers?"

"This humble monk is of course happy to serve you."

Jiang Fan reached out and took the wine glass from her hand, placing it on the coffee table.

His hand slipped inside the hem of his bathrobe.

Tang Yingxue pressed her legs together, trapping his hand between them.

She looked at Jiang Fan's bald head sitting on the sofa and couldn't help but laugh again.

"Elder Tang, mind your place. Kneel down before me!"

Jiang Fan looked at her; this woman got into character pretty quickly.

He didn't reply, but with a flick of his wrist, he hooked two fingers around the belt around her waist and pulled it.

The burgundy silk robe loosened and slid down her shoulders.

The black lace inside was completely exposed.

Jiang Fan paused for a second.

Several thin black straps were tied around her fair skin, creating a striking contrast.

Tang Yingxue turned her face away, her ears immediately turning red.

Jiang Fan swallowed.

Every time he saw Tang Yingxue's clean and unique physique, he couldn't control himself.

"This humble monk has come to obtain scriptures, not to kneel down."

His fingers hooked the edge of the lace and pulled it out a little.

Tang Yingxue's breathing became erratic.

She bit her lower lip hard, her body trembling instinctively, her legs going weak.

Jiang Fan didn't waste any more words.

He leaned down, and Tang Yingxue's body jerked violently, leaning back and resting her head against the back of the sofa.

She didn't know where to put her hands, so she finally pressed them tightly against Jiang Fan's round head.

Half an hour later, Tang Yingxue lay on her side on the large sofa, her wine-red nightgown crumpled up around her waist.

Jiang Fan bent down, picked her up, and walked towards the bedroom.

Tang Yingxue rested her head on his shoulder, her voice soft.

"Are you coming again?"

"What we did in the living room was learning from others; now we're going into the bedroom for the real show."

Tang Yingxue was placed on the large bed in the presidential suite and pulled the blanket over herself.

"I have an audition tomorrow, don't exhaust me."

Jiang Fan lifted a corner of the blanket and crawled inside.

"Director Yang values ​​presence. If you just sit there with your diva aura tomorrow, the role is yours."

Tang Yingxue looked at his bald head and reached out to touch it.

"And what about you? If you were to play Tang Sanzang, would Yang Shuhua let you pass the test?"

"I passed the test a long time ago." Jiang Fan reached out and pulled her over.

Tang Yingxue made a symbolic struggle twice, and the blanket was pulled off, exposing the black lace to the air once again.

"Jiang Fan, what else can you do?"

"I know so much that you could never experience it all in a lifetime."

Jiang Fan pressed down on her shoulders and climbed onto her.

Tang Yingxue closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck.

That limited edition lace set was completely ruined at the start of the second round.