Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

Xu Qingya looked into Jiang Fan's eyes and shook her head.

"Jiang Fan, I acknowledge your talent. 'Sorrow' and 'Ordinary Road' are both rare masterpieces. But a pop diva's hit song requires both a high degree of commercial acumen and a delicate touch of female emotion, which are two completely different things."

Whether a song can become a hit depends not only on the lyrics and music, but also on the fit of the style.

How could a man who is used to writing melancholic folk songs possibly write delicate love songs for female voices?

Jiang Fan did not explain.

He loosened his grip on Xu Qingya's waist, turned around, walked to the desk, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

I casually picked up the paper and pen from the hotel's memo app.

Consciousness sinks into the system.

"Redeem the songs 'Red Bean' and 'Legend'."

[After deducting 400 life points, remaining life points: 3700.]

The complete lyrics, music score, arrangement details, and harmonic progressions instantly flooded my mind.

Jiang Fan gripped the pen, the tip striking the paper with a soft, scratching sound.

Xu Qingya walked over and stood behind him.

At first, she was just looking at Jiang Fan's focused profile, but when her gaze fell on the paper, her eyes froze instantly.

"I haven't even had a chance to properly experience the weather when the snowflakes are blooming..."

"When we tremble together, we'll understand even more what tenderness truly is..."

Xu Qingya's breath hitched.

This word.

Without deliberately piling up fancy words, just two sentences are enough to vividly portray the tender, poignant, and anxious emotions of a woman.

In less than ten minutes, two complete sets of lyrics and music were written.

Jiang Fan put down his pen and glanced at a grand piano in the corner of the suite's living room.

"Exchange for beginner piano performance," Jiang Fan silently recited in his mind.

[Deduct 500 lifespan points. Remaining lifespan points: 3200.]

A slight tingling sensation came from my finger bones, and the fingering and chord memory were instantly etched into my muscles.

He stood up, took the two pieces of paper, and walked to the piano to sit down.

"No arrangement yet, just listen to the melody first." Jiang Fan placed his hands on the piano keys.

Xu Qingya followed, her eyes filled with astonishment: "You can play the piano?"

Jiang Fan ignored her.

Press the first key with your right pinky.

A crisp piano prelude flowed through the quiet suite.

The melody is extremely clean, carrying a sense of fatalistic sorrow.

The next second, Jiang Fan spoke.

Master-level singing skills, activated.

"I haven't even had a chance to properly experience the weather when the snowflakes are blooming..."

The moment the sound came out, Xu Qingya trembled violently, and her scalp tingled.

How is that possible?

She stared intently at Jiang Fan, who was sitting at the piano.

During his initial performance, Jiang Fan's singing skills were only passable; he relied entirely on his extreme emotions and top-notch lyrics and music to carry the show.

But now, his breath control, his switching between true and falsetto voices, and his chest resonance are so perfect that they are flawless!

That clear and ethereal voice had a sophisticated quality that gave me goosebumps.

Sometimes, sometimes, I believe that everything has an end...

"Parting and reunion are both inevitable; nothing lasts forever..."

Jiang Fan's voice echoed in the room.

Every note, every breath, struck Xu Qingya's eardrums with precision.

Having stood at the top of the Chinese music scene for ten years, she has sifted through no fewer than ten thousand demos.

This song, "Red Bean," is absolutely crushing.

Chen Weiyang's so-called "golden hits" are simply not worth mentioning in front of this song "Red Bean".

The last note faded away.

The lingering sound echoed around the beam.

Jiang Fan turned around and handed the two musical scores in his hand to Xu Qingya.

Xu Qingya did not take the paper.

She looked at Jiang Fan, her eyes already reddening.

In this cutthroat world, she's used to being priced and manipulated by capital.

Chen Weiyang forced her to submit with two songs, while the company's senior management watched coldly.

She thought she was all alone and helpless.

But now, this man, in just ten minutes, has stuffed two masterpieces into her hands.

Gratitude, admiration, and an irresistible physical dependence instantly overwhelmed her reason.

Xu Qingya stepped forward, grabbed Jiang Fan's neck with both hands, and kissed him forcefully.

Jiang Fan took the initiative, wrapping his arms around Xu Qingya's slender waist.

He stood up, picked her up, and strode towards the large double bed.

Xu Qingya's back sank into the soft bedding, her long hair spread out on the white pillow.

She looked up at Jiang Fan, her chest heaving violently, her skin flushed with a thin layer of pink.

Jiang Fan hooked her fingers around the shoulder strap of the black nightgown and pulled it to the side, revealing her rounded shoulders and the small mole in her collarbone hollow.

The cool air mingled with her burning body temperature, and Xu Qingya broke out in goosebumps all over her body.

She gripped Jiang Fan's shoulders tightly, her nails leaving red marks on his strong muscles.

"Jiang Fan..."

……

The next morning.

Jiang Fan opened his eyes, and sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains onto the carpet.

The system notification sounded in my mind right on time.

[Entering deep communication with a highly compatible target increases lifespan by 3000 points.]

Current lifespan: 6200 points. Remaining lifespan: 10 days.

Jiang Fan glanced at his side.

Xu Qingya was still fast asleep, her breathing steady.

Her skin had a radiant glow, the fatigue around her eyes had vanished, and she looked like she was back in her prime in her early twenties.

The blanket slipped down to her waist, revealing her bare shoulders and back, still bearing the red marks of last night.

Jiang Fan threw off the covers, got out of bed, and went into the bathroom.

When Xu Qingya came out after washing up, she was already awake.

She was wearing a loose white shirt, sitting on the edge of the bed, holding the two sheet music sheets in her hands, her eyes shining.

"After the show, you have to come with me to the recording studio to record the songs." Xu Qingya raised her chin, her smile stunningly beautiful. "The producer of these two songs can only be you."

Jiang Fan casually tossed the bath towel onto the back of the chair.

"No problem, don't forget to pay the copyright fee."

Xu Qingya chuckled softly, the gloom in her eyes vanishing instantly.

"Okay. I'll give you the top-tier profit sharing."

……

At the same time.

Shanghai, Tianyu Media Building, the office of a top producer.

Chen Weiyang sat in a large boss's chair, holding a cup of coffee in his hand.

The office door was pushed open, and Lin Shishi, wearing a tight-fitting bodycon dress, walked in.

She locked the door behind her, swayed her hips as she walked to Chen Weiyang's side, and sat directly on his lap.

"Teacher Chen," Lin Shishi said sweetly, hooking her arms around Chen Weiyang's neck, "what do you think of those two lead singles?"

Chen Weiyang casually put his arm around her waist and gave it a squeeze.

"What's the rush? The song's right here on my computer." Chen Weiyang took a sip of coffee, his eyes playful. "We're going to Sanya next week for research. Have you booked your tickets yet?"

Lin Shishi pressed her face against Chen Weiyang's chest: "It's all ordered! I've even bought the swimsuit, I guarantee it will give Teacher Chen plenty of inspiration."

"You're sensible." Chen Weiyang smiled with satisfaction.

Lin Shishi raised her head, a calculating glint in her eyes: "But Teacher Chen, weren't those two songs prepared for Xu Qingya? She's a superstar, and the company..."

"Queen of pop my ass." Chen Weiyang sneered, slamming his coffee cup down on the table. "You ungrateful wretch. In this industry, a queen of pop who can't sing isn't even worth a dog."

He said this with a hint of arrogance in his voice.

"There are only 23 days left until the release of her new album. In the entire Chinese music scene, you can count on one hand the number of producers who can produce two hit singles within 23 days. Where can she find one?"

Lin Shishi covered her mouth and giggled, "Wouldn't she be going crazy with worry?"

"In a hurry?" Chen Weiyang sneered, his eyes filled with an arrogant sense of control. "In less than three days, Chen Lan will bring Xu Qingya and come knocking on my door in a humble manner. At that time, whether or not we go to Sanya will no longer be up to her."

Chen Weiyang reached out and clicked on a folder on the computer desktop.

Inside were two fully arranged audio files.

"Shishi, you can listen to these two songs first. When Xu Qingya comes to beg me, I'll sign the performance rights for these two songs to you in front of her."

Lin Shishi was so excited that she kissed Chen Weiyang on the cheek: "Thank you, Teacher Chen! You're so kind to me!"

Chen Weiyang looked out the window at the Shanghai skyline and a smile appeared on his lips.

Faced with absolute resource barriers, any sense of superiority is a joke.

All he needs to do now is sit in his office and wait for that aloof, icy diva to come forward and let him step on her.

Unfortunately, what he didn't know was—

Just last night, the two chips he was so proud of became worthless.