Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

Su Yuyan straightened up and reached for the clothes scattered on the ground, her gaze inadvertently sweeping over Jiang Fan's back.

A new scab has appeared on the previously smooth skin.

It's over ten centimeters long and looks quite deep.

"What happened here?" Su Yuyan pointed to the scar.

Jiang Fan picked up the shirt from the ground and put it on.

"It's nothing, just a minor injury."

Su Yuyan looked at his bald head and then at the scar.

She didn't press him further. The man was revealing more and more secrets, and his behavior was completely different from what she knew about entertainment industry bosses.

"I won't be going to the celebration banquet." Jiang Fan put on his coat and straightened his collar. "You go back and deal with those investors."

After getting dressed, Su Yuyan quickly touched up her lipstick in front of the mirror.

She turned and kissed Jiang Fan on the corner of his mouth. "Be careful in the future, and don't forget that you still have us."

After saying that, she turned around and opened the door.

Outside the door, Xiao Wu was sweating profusely with anxiety: "President Su, the investors at the celebration banquet are getting impatient..."

"Let's go." Su Yuyan resumed her aloof CEO demeanor, walking towards the corridor in her high heels without looking back.

In that dilapidated old neighborhood in the southern part of Kyoto.

Zhang Yihan hasn't had a good night's sleep for several days in a row.

Whenever I close my eyes, Qin Wanhao's gloomy face appears in my mind.

In the quiet of the night, a faint metallic scraping sound suddenly came from outside the door.

Zhang Yihan, who was already as easily startled as a bird, was suddenly awakened from her light sleep.

She didn't even bother to put on her shoes; she rolled out of bed and crawled under the dusty bed.

He hugged his knees tightly with both hands, curled his body into a ball, and trembled uncontrollably.

She pulled out her spare phone, her fingers trembling, and typed a few words to send to Jiang Fan.

"Click."

With a sharp crack, the lock cylinder of the old security door was violently snapped.

Three burly men with menacing faces strode into the living room.

A powerful flashlight swept back and forth in the pitch-black room, and footsteps gradually approached the bedroom.

A beam of light swept under the bed and landed on Zhang Yihan, who was shivering.

"Found it."

The burly man in the lead sneered, bent down, and roughly grabbed Zhang Yihan's disheveled hair.

Ignoring Zhang Yihan's screams, he forcefully dragged her out from under the bed.

Zhang Yihan fell heavily to the floor, her delicate knees instantly scraped and bleeding.

"Miss Zhang, Mr. Qin specifically instructed that you be invited back for tea."

The burly man pulled a roll of wide tape from his pocket, tore off a piece, and used it to seal Zhang Yihan's mouth.

The other two stepped forward and took her arms, one on each side.

Zhang Yihan kicked her legs wildly, but the three men ignored her struggles and forcibly dragged her out of the room and shoved her into a van without license plates downstairs.

The car door closed, and the car drove into the night.

An hour later, at Qin Wanhao's villa in the western suburbs.

Zhang Yihan was thrown onto the living room carpet.

She lifted her tear-streaked face and was horrified to see Qin Wanhao sitting on the sofa opposite her.

Qin Wanhao was holding a golf club.

His eyes were bloodshot, his collar was open, his hair was disheveled, and his face was terribly gloomy.

He slowly stood up, picked up his golf club, and walked to Zhang Yihan, who was slumped on the ground.

The cold metal golf club lifted Zhang Yihan's chin.

"Speak. Who is that audacious man who barged into my study?"

Zhang Yihan stared at his distorted face, tears streaming down her face.

She shook her head frantically.

"You're not going to say anything, are you?"

Qin Wanhao was so angry that he laughed, and suddenly swung the golf club in his hand, slamming it hard onto the glass coffee table next to him.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, shards of glass flew everywhere.

A sharp shard of glass cut Zhang Yihan's cheek, leaving a bloody mark.

Qin Wanhao casually tossed aside the deformed golf club, grabbed her collar, and lifted her up.

"I'm only giving you one last chance." Qin Wanhao stared into her eyes. "If you don't tell me, I'll smash your bones inch by inch and feed them to the dogs outside."

Zhang Yihan looked at the man in front of her who had controlled her fate for three years.

The fear of the past dissipated in the pain; she knew very well that speaking out would only lead to death.

"Qin Wanhao," Zhang Yihan spat out a mouthful of saliva mixed with blood, "you've finally met your match."

Qin Wanhao's facial muscles twitched.

"You little bitch, you're asking for it!"

Qin Wanhao raised his right leg and kicked Zhang Yihan in the lower abdomen.

Zhang Yihan flew backward and crashed into the edge of the leather sofa.

She clutched her stomach, curled up on the ground, in so much pain she couldn't make a sound, and vomited up the acid from her stomach.

"Beat her! Beat her until she talks!" Qin Wanhao took two steps back and shouted at the bodyguard.

The carpet in the villa's living room was stained red with blood. Zhang Yihan endured the pain for an entire day without uttering a single word.

The clock struck 10 p.m., and only one night remained until the three-day deadline given by Miss Gu.

Qin Wanhao panicked and paced back and forth in the living room.

If he doesn't get the ledger, he'll be the one jumping off the building when the sun rises tomorrow.

"Put her left hand on the table." Qin Wanhao stopped in his tracks.

Two bodyguards stepped forward, dragged the barely alive Zhang Yihan to the solid wood dining table, and straightened her left hand.

Qin Wanhao took out a cigar cutter from the drawer.

"I'd like to see how tough your bones are."

Zhang Yihan opened her swollen eyes weakly.

Through her blurred vision, the cigar cutter slowly approached her little finger.

She closed her eyes.

Jiang Fan, if you don't come soon, I really can't hold on any longer.

Shanghai, Qitian Culture underground parking garage.

Jiang Fan and his group had just stepped out of the office and opened the door of their Mercedes when their phones vibrated.

He took out his phone; there were only two words on the screen.

"Help me."

He recognized it immediately as Zhang Yihan's backup number.

Jiang Fan's eyes instantly turned cold.

"Jiang Fan, what's wrong?" Song Siyi turned her head and noticed the change in his expression.

"Li Cheng." Jiang Fan didn't answer, turning directly to the pilot's seat. "Check the next available flight to Kyoto. If there isn't one, charter a private jet. Immediately."

Seeing that Jiang Fan's expression was off, Li Cheng took out his phone and started operating it without saying a word.

"One plane will take off in an hour."

"Let's go." Jiang Fan sat in the back seat.

Song Siyi didn't ask any further questions. She knew that Jiang Fan's decision was irreversible, and simply said softly, "Be careful."

The plane broke through the clouds, and Jiang Fan leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes to rest.

It's 1 a.m. On a winding mountain road in the western suburbs of Kyoto.

A black SUV sped along at full speed, its engine roaring through the silence of the night.

Jiang Fan gripped the steering wheel with both hands, his eyes fixed straight ahead.

He had Tang Yingxue arrange for someone to deliver the car after he got off the plane.

Ahead, Qin Wanhao's luxurious villa came into view.

Jiang Fan did not slow down; he pressed the accelerator pedal all the way down with his right foot.

The SUV engine roared as it sped towards the villa gate.