Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

Jiang Fan looked at Tang Yingxue, who was wrapped in a blanket.

Swallowing up Universal Entertainment, a company with a market value of 30 billion, is not as simple as just talking.

But with Tang Yingxue, the former top star, as an inside man, it's only a matter of time before the entire building collapses, starting from the foundation.

Once Universal Entertainment falls into her hands, it's like Jiang Fan has gained an ace in the chessboard of entertainment capital.

"Okay." Jiang Fan's hand slipped under the blanket and pressed against Tang Yingxue's smooth back.

"I've helped you take over Universal. But from now on, both Universal and you will have to listen to me."

Tang Yingxue raised her head, met Jiang Fan's extremely imposing gaze, and nodded.

Where exactly is Qin Wanhao's account book kept?

Jiang Fan's hand slid down her waistline.

Tang Yingxue shrugged and forced herself to calm her breathing.

"Ouch, don't move, it hurts."

"In his private villa study in the western suburbs of Kyoto. I don't know exactly where it is. That study is a forbidden place for him; he doesn't usually allow anyone in."

Jiang Fan increased the pressure on his fingers.

Tang Yingxue gripped the edge of the blanket tightly with both hands.

"Zhang... Zhang Yihan should know."

Jiang Fan stopped.

"she?"

"Ever since the scandal involving The Voice of China, this woman has been frequently going to the villa in the western suburbs to serve Qin Wanhao."

Tang Yingxue continued.

"Qin Wanhao is going to Changsha to attend an internal seminar hosted by the State Administration of Radio and Television these two days. This is the only time you can sneak in."

"But that's on the condition that you can handle the four retired special forces bodyguards inside the villa."

"I'll handle the bodyguard situation. You keep your resources stable and wait for my news."

Tang Yingxue propped herself up, and the blanket slipped down.

"Are you really going? Are you sure you can handle it? If we fail, we're both doomed."

Jiang Fan yanked the blanket off Tang Yingxue and threw it on the ground.

"You'd better mind your own business."

"Ah... what are you doing? I really can't take it anymore..."

Ignoring the pain, Tang Yingxue scrambled up from the sofa and ran to the bedroom.

She was really scared.

Jiang Fan caught up with her in two steps, grabbed her wrist with one hand and pulled her back.

Tang Yingxue lost her balance and fell into his arms.

Jiang Fan bent down, hoisted her onto his shoulder, and strode towards the bedroom.

"Jiang Fan, put me down! I have a gig tomorrow!"

Jiang Fan slammed the bedroom door shut, and a moment later, Tang Yingxue's scream came from inside.

-

At the same time, in Qin Wanhao's private villa in the western suburbs of Kyoto.

At the dining table, Qin Wanhao held a glass of red wine, his shirt collar open, revealing a tattoo on his chest.

He leaned back in the main seat, smoking a cigar.

Sitting on the left is Deputy Director Wang of the Songjiang District Natural Resources Bureau, and on the right is Zhao Gang, Qin Wanhao's brother-in-law.

Several young female trainees, dressed in short skirts, sat nearby pouring drinks.

Zhang Yihan was also among them; she was wearing a JK uniform and looked somewhat tired.

"Brother-in-law, the land in Songjiang is secured." Zhao Gang raised his glass and clinked it with Qin Wanhao's. "With Director Wang personally overseeing it, no one can get involved."

Qin Wanhao took a sip of his drink and looked at Deputy Director Wang.

"Director Wang, thank you for your hard work. I'll need your help with the remaining procedures."

Deputy Director Wang waved his hand.

His gaze wasn't on Qin Wanhao, but fixed on Zhang Yihan.

He held a wine glass in one hand and placed the other hand under the table, sliding it up Zhang Yihan's thigh.

"Mr. Qin, you're too kind. I was just doing this for Miss Gu." Deputy Director Wang pinched her cheek and turned to smile at Zhang Yihan.

"It's such a pity that Xiao Zhang didn't get first place last time. But she's really pretty."

Zhang Yihan forced a smile and filled the wine glass in front of Deputy Director Wang.

"Director Wang, you flatter me. Let me toast you."

She tilted her head back and gulped down the red wine in her glass.

The hand under the table became increasingly brazen, already reaching inside the skirt.

Qin Wanhao lost his temper after losing to Shen Nian in The Voice of China.

Zhang Yihan's status at Universal Music Group plummeted.

Qin Wanhao cut off half of her resources, using her as a public relations bargaining chip to build relationships.

She had to undress as long as it brought her profits.

"If Director Wang likes it, let Yihan keep you company tonight," Qin Wanhao said casually, leaning back in his chair.

Zhang Yihan tightened her grip on the wine glass suddenly.

She was a near-top-tier singer, but now she's being treated like an object, casually given away.

"President Qin is so generous." Deputy Director Wang put down his wine glass and pulled Zhang Yihan into his arms.

Zhang Yihan smelled the pungent odor of tobacco, alcohol, and sweat on the other person, and a sense of humiliation flowed through her entire body.

She did not resist; she could not afford the price of resistance.

The penalty for breach of contract is as high as 100 million yuan, which she simply cannot afford.

Deputy Director Wang put his arm around her waist and half-dragged, half-carried her to the guest room upstairs.

-

At nine o'clock the next morning, sunlight shone into the bedroom of Kyoto No. 1 House.

Tang Yingxue lay on the bed, trying to turn over, when a sharp pain shot through her lower back.

She gave up and continued to lie face down on the pillow.

Jiang Fan lay on the headboard, looking at Tang Yingxue, whose head was only half visible.

"Check Zhang Yihan's current whereabouts and information."

Tang Yingxue reached for her phone on the bedside table and dialed a number.

He said a couple of words and then hung up.

About half an hour later, my phone vibrated.

Tang Yingxue glanced at the screen.

"I spent the night at a villa in the western suburbs. I canceled my appearances this morning and made an appointment at a private beauty salon on the East Third Ring Road at 2 PM this afternoon."

-

At 2 PM, at a high-end beauty salon on the East Third Ring Road.

Inside the VIP suite on the top floor, white smoke rose from the aromatherapy burner, and the air was filled with the scent of lavender.

Zhang Yihan lay face down on the beauty bed, her back completely naked.

Several bluish-purple bruises covered his fair skin.

It's clear that Deputy Director Wang's methods last night were somewhat crude.

The female masseuse held a bottle of essential oil and gently massaged the area.

"Ms. Zhang, your back injury needs some heat therapy. I'll go get a hot towel," the female technician said in a low voice.

Zhang Yihan gave a muffled "hmm" and buried her face in the pillow.

The technician opened the door and went out.

In the corridor, Jiang Fan, wearing a black trench coat and a baseball cap, leaned against the wall.

He handed the technician a wad of cash.

"Don't let anyone near this room for half an hour."

The technician took the money, glanced at Jiang Fan, lowered his head, and quickly left.

Jiang Fan pushed open the door to the VIP suite and locked it behind him.

When Zhang Yihan heard the door lock, she assumed the technician had returned.

"Make the towel warmer, my lower back is really sore."

There was no response, only the steady sound of approaching footsteps.

Zhang Yihan sensed something was wrong and turned her head.

Jiang Fan pulled up a chair and sat down on the beauty bed.

He took off his baseball cap, revealing his face.

Zhang Yihan's eyes widened, and she suddenly sat up, grabbing a towel from the side to cover her body.

The pain aggravated the wound on my back, causing me to gasp in pain.

"Jiang Fan? How did you get in!"

Jiang Fan's gaze swept over the bruises sticking out of her bath towel, his expression unchanged.

"Of course they walked in."

Zhang Yihan shrank back a little.

"Get out. Or I'll call security."

"Go ahead and scream." Jiang Fan leaned back in his chair. "Let everyone see how the female singer from Universal Entertainment was tormented like this last night in Qin Wanhao's villa in the western suburbs."

Zhang Yihan's breathing stopped; she stared intently at Jiang Fan, her chest heaving violently.

This matter was extremely confidential; how could Jiang Fan know so much about it?

"You investigated me?" Zhang Yihan gritted her teeth.

"That's not important," Jiang Fan said calmly. "The Voice of Heaven lost, and you've lost your value. He's using you as a PR bargaining chip now, and he'll throw you away when he's done."

Zhang Yihan's eyes reddened, and she forced a cold smile.

"So what? This is my business, and it's none of your concern. Did you come here today just to see me make a fool of myself?"

"It won't do me any good to laugh at you." Jiang Fan looked into her eyes. "I've come to give you a knife."

Zhang Yihan was stunned.

"Do you want to ruin Qin Wanhao?"

Zhang Yihan's hands trembled; she dreamed of killing Qin Wanhao.

But Qin Wanhao held her ten-year-long, exorbitant breach of contract penalty contract, as well as various videos of her engaging in prostitution and sexual favors.

She couldn't resist at all.

"I don't understand what you're saying." Zhang Yihan turned her head away, avoiding Jiang Fan's gaze.

"It's okay if you don't understand, I'll explain it more clearly." Jiang Fan leaned forward, and a sense of pressure followed.

"Qin Wanhao's tax evasion ledgers and records of bribery are kept in the study of his villa in the western suburbs. I need to know their exact location and the safe's combination."

Zhang Yihan suddenly turned around.

"Are you crazy? There are four retired special forces soldiers guarding this villa in the western suburbs. You're going to steal something there? You'll die there!"

"That's my business. Just tell me the location. Once I get the ledger, Qin Wanhao will be in jail, and your breach of contract will be void."

Zhang Yihan's breathing quickened; this offer was fatally tempting to her.

Why should I believe you?

"You can only trust me." Jiang Fan stood up and looked down at her.

"If you stay at Global, Qin Wanhao will drain you dry until you're completely drained, and you'll die in some old man's bed without even knowing it. Help me, and you can still live a decent life."

Zhang Yihan closed her eyes, and tears slid down her cheeks.

She'd had enough. Enough of Qin Wanhao's slaps, enough of those disgusting drinking parties.

She opened her eyes, her gaze becoming extremely sharp.

"The study is at the far end of the second floor," Zhang Yihan said fiercely. "The third bookshelf on the left as you enter; move the middle set of the deluxe edition of 'Zizhi Tongjian,' and there's a hidden compartment behind it. The safe is inside."

Jiang Fan nodded and noted down the location.

"What's the password?"

"How could I possibly know the password!"

Jiang Fan's expression remained completely unchanged upon hearing this.

"understood."

Jiang Fan turned and walked out. When he reached the door, he stopped and looked back at Zhang Yihan.

"Behave yourself these next few days. Wait for my message."

Jiang Fan opened the door and stepped out of the VIP suite.

Zhang Yihan collapsed back onto the massage bed, exhausted, her hands gripping the sheets tightly.