Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

After Jiang Fan left, Zhang Yihan lay on the beauty bed for ten minutes.

The technician hadn't returned yet, and the corridor was silent.

The more she thought about it, the more uneasy she became. Regardless of whether Jiang Fan had obtained the account book or not, if something happened at the villa in the western suburbs, Qin Wanhao would definitely come looking for her first.

She rolled out of bed, her hands trembling slightly as she put on her clothes, grabbed her bag, and walked out.

Without alerting anyone, she pushed open the back door of the beauty salon.

Zhang Yihan walked to the roadside and hailed a taxi.

"Driver, take a lap around the Third Ring Road."

As the car merged into traffic, Zhang Yihan took her phone out of her bag, removed the SIM card, broke it in half, and threw it out through the gap in the car window.

Forty minutes later, she bought a new anonymous SIM card from a roadside mobile phone store and inserted it into her backup phone.

She edited a short message and sent it to the number Jiang Fan had given her.

Then I hailed another car and parked it outside an old residential area in the south of the city.

Zhang Yihan paid the fare, got out of the car, tightened her trench coat, and went inside.

This is a second-hand house that she bought in full a year ago using her cousin's ID card, without the knowledge of her assistant and agent.

She went up to the third floor, looked around to make sure no one was there, took out her key, opened the door, went inside, locked the door from the inside, and drew the curtains.

The furniture in the room was all covered with dust cloths.

Zhang Yihan ripped the fabric off the sofa, sat down weakly, hugged her knees, and buried her face in them.

She staked everything on a man she had only met a few times.

It all depends on whether Jiang Fan can get out alive.

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1:50 a.m., Kyoto No.1 Courtyard.

Tang Yingxue, wearing a black silk nightgown, walked back and forth in the living room barefoot on the carpet.

She held her phone in her hand, checking the screen every now and then, but there were no new messages.

Four hours have passed since Jiang Fan set off.

Given the security measures at the villa in the western suburbs, it would be tantamount to suicide for Jiang Fan to go there alone.

"What a madman," Tang Yingxue muttered, biting her lower lip.

I should never have told him about the account books.

"drop--"

The combination lock in the entryway emitted an electronic sound.

Tang Yingxue turned her head, her breath catching in her throat.

The security door was pushed open, and a strong smell of blood rushed into the living room.

Jiang Fan walked in and closed the door behind him.

The black windbreaker had several long tears, and the fabric on the left arm and back was soaked with blood.

Tang Yingxue walked over quickly and took Jiang Fan's arm with both hands.

It was all wet and sticky to the touch.

"Oh, you're injured!" Tang Yingxue's voice trembled as she turned to grab her phone from the coffee table. "I'll call a doctor!"

"No need." Jiang Fan raised his hand and pressed down on her wrist, his voice steady and showing no sign of weakness.

"You've lost so much blood, you're going to die!"

"It's alright, go get the first-aid kit." Jiang Fan let go of her hand and walked to the sofa to sit down.

Tang Yingxue looked at his calm face, gritted her teeth, turned around and ran into the storage room.

She ran back to the living room with the white first-aid kit, turned on the floor lamp, and the light illuminated the terrible state of Jiang Fan's body.

The sleeves of the jacket were ripped open by a sharp blade, leaving a long gash on the back.

"Take off your clothes." Tang Yingxue said, her voice trembling as she held the scissors.

Jiang Fan unzipped his jacket with one hand, took it off, and threw it on the floor.

The black T-shirt and the flesh were stuck together.

Tang Yingxue cut open the T-shirt with scissors.

When the fabric was peeled off her skin, she gasped.

He had a five-centimeter-long knife wound on his left arm and a very deep scratch on his back.

She took out iodine and cotton balls, her hands trembling violently.

Even a powerful diva in the entertainment industry feels somewhat helpless when faced with real trauma.

"What are you shaking for?" Jiang Fan leaned back on the sofa, closed his eyes, and said, "Clean it up, apply medicine, and bandage it."

Tang Yingxue gritted her teeth, soaked a cotton ball in iodine, and pressed it onto the wound on Jiang Fan's left arm.

Jiang Fan didn't even frown.

After cleaning the wound, Tang Yingxue was about to apply medicine and bandage it when she suddenly stopped.

The floor lamp's light shone on the wound.

She could clearly see that the knife wound on her arm had completely stopped bleeding.

The skin and flesh around the wound showed an eerie tightness, visibly contracting.

The same applies to the scratches on the back.

It takes at most an hour and a half to get here from the villa in the western suburbs.

It's impossible for a normal person's wound to stop bleeding and scab over on its own in such a short time.

Tang Yingxue raised her head and looked at Jiang Fan's calm profile.

Her throat moved, and her hand holding the cotton ball hovered in mid-air, forgetting to put it down.

This man can write timeless classics, can make her unable to resist in bed, and now even his body is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

Tang Yingxue clenched the gauze roll in her hand.

"Have you seen enough?" Jiang Fan opened his eyes and looked at Tang Yingxue's face.

"The wound... has scabbed over," Tang Yingxue said softly.

"Then just wrap it with gauze twice," Jiang Fan said without explaining.

Tang Yingxue didn't ask any more questions. She took out gauze and wrapped it around Jiang Fan's left arm and chest.

The bandaging was complete. Jiang Fan moved his left arm; he still felt a pulling pain, but it didn't affect his mobility.

He picked up his phone from the coffee table and turned it on. The screen showed an unread text message from an unknown number.

"I'm hiding."

Jiang Fan glanced at the time; Zhang Yihan was moving faster than he had expected.

He dialed the number back.

The phone rang once and I answered it.

"Jiang Fan?" Zhang Yihan's voice was very low and trembling.

"I got the stuff." Jiang Fan leaned back on the sofa and glanced at the black folder on the table.

"Stay where you are and don't move. No matter what happens outside these next few days, don't show your face."

"Qin Wanhao has gone mad. He'll definitely come looking for me."

"He won't have a chance to contact you anymore," Jiang Fan said, then hung up the phone.

Jiang Fan tossed his phone onto the sofa and reached for the black hardcover folder.

Tang Yingxue sat beside her, holding her breath.

Jiang Fan turned to the first page.

The records of each transaction are clearly documented in black and white.

The most recent date is clearly "Songjiang District Natural Resources Bureau, Wang Jianping".

Amount: Twelve million.

There are also many other detailed records, including all the details of Qin Wanhao's money laundering, box office manipulation, and tax evasion over the years.

Flipping to the end, there were even some records of other shareholders within Universal.

Jiang Fan closed the folder and looked at Tang Yingxue.

He pushed the folder to the middle of the coffee table.

"have a look."

Tang Yingxue reached out and flipped through the pages, her eyes quickly scanning the numbers and names.

The more she looked, the more rapid her breathing became.

Any single page drawn from this book would be enough to kill Qin Wanhao ten times over.

Tang Yingxue stopped turning to the last few pages.

Liu Da, the second largest shareholder of Universal Entertainment, embezzled 30 million yuan of public funds to cover gambling debts in Macau.

The third largest shareholder, Zhao Gao, registered shell companies overseas to transfer assets amounting to 150 million yuan.

Qin Wanhao investigated everything thoroughly, holding it in his hands as leverage to control the board of directors.

Tang Yingxue raised her head and met Jiang Fan's gaze.

"What do you want me to do by showing you all this?"

Jiang Fan leaned back on the sofa.

"First, secretly talk to them about the acquisition." Jiang Fan tapped his fingers twice on his knee.

"Tell them either to transfer their shares to you at a low price, or these things will appear on the Economic Crime Investigation Team's desk tomorrow. Only with these shares will you have a say in the board of directors."

Tang Yingxue swallowed.

They used the incriminating evidence Qin Wanhao had gathered to swallow up his business empire.

"Should I step in?" Tang Yingxue asked. "I don't have that much capital. Even if we acquire it at a low price, 35% of their shares would still require over a billion yuan in cash flow."

"Qitian Culture will provide the capital. You will hold the shares on its behalf."

Jiang Fan stood up, walked up to Tang Yingxue, and looked down at her.

"You want to travel the world? I'll give it to you. But you have to play this game well for me."

Tang Yingxue looked up at Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan's thumb rubbed against her lips.

"If you do well, the title of 'World's Number One' will always be yours. If you don't..."

Jiang Fan didn't continue.

Tang Yingxue leaned forward and pressed her cheek against Jiang Fan's palm.

"Don't worry about me," Tang Yingxue said softly. "I'll help you clean yourself off; you smell like blood."

Tang Yingxue stood up, locked the folder in the safe in the corner, and pulled Jiang Fan into the bathroom.