Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

Jiang Fan took off his blood-stained black coat and threw it into the trash can.

He walked into the bathroom, closed the door behind him, and turned on the shower.

Warm water poured down from above, washing away the blood and grime from his body.

The bathroom door was pushed open.

Tang Yingxue walked in barefoot, holding a clean towel in her hand.

She walked behind Jiang Fan, her gaze falling on his back.

The scratch on his back, which was more than ten centimeters long, had completely scabbed over.

The newly grown skin has a healthy pink color, contrasting with the surrounding skin.

Tang Yingxue reached out her finger and touched the scar.

"Let me rub your back."

Jiang Fan turned around; he knew that rubbing his back was just an excuse.

Tang Yingxue took a step forward as she did so.

The water from the showerhead poured directly onto the two of them.

Tang Yingxue put her hands on his shoulders and stood on tiptoe.

"Zhang Yihan is still outside." Tang Yingxue turned her head, her lips brushing against Jiang Fan's earlobe. "Be gentle, don't wake her."

"She just had painkillers; she should be able to sleep until tomorrow."

Jiang Fan put one arm around her waist and lifted her up.

Tang Yingxue naturally crossed her legs over him.

An hour later.

The system panel pops up at the edge of your field of vision.

[Deep Compatibility x1, Lifespan +2000]

Current lifespan: 110300 points

Jiang Fan turned off the shower, took a bath towel, wrapped Tang Yingxue in it, and carried her back to the second bedroom next to the master bedroom.

Zhang Yihan opened her eyes the next morning.

A distinct, dull pain emanated from various parts of my body.

She stared at the ceiling for a while, and memories of last night gradually returned.

Qin Wanhao's golf clubs, broken glass scattered all over the ground, and the scene of Jiang Fan kicking open the solid wood door and walking in.

She survived.

The door was pushed open, and Tang Yingxue walked in carrying a glass of warm water.

"Yihan is awake."

Zhang Yihan turned her head and her gaze lingered on Tang Yingxue's face for a few seconds.

"Sister Xue, what are you doing here?"

"You'll understand later," Tang Yingxue said without further explanation.

Zhang Yihan tried to sit up by bracing herself against the bed, but the exertion aggravated her injured ribs, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

"Don't move around. The doctor said you have a fractured rib and need to rest." Tang Yingxue pressed down on her shoulder and propped up her with a pillow.

"Where is Jiang Fan?" Zhang Yihan asked hoarsely.

"Make the call from outside."

At this moment, a young girl in her early twenties walked into the bedroom, carrying a bowl of steaming white porridge.

"This is the nanny I hired, her name is Xiaoqing. She'll be taking care of you for a while," Tang Yingxue instructed. "Just stay here and don't go anywhere. Jiang Fan will handle everything outside."

Zhang Yihan nodded.

Jiang Fan pushed open the door and walked in.

He changed into a clean black casual outfit, and his bald head was very noticeable in the morning light.

"How are you feeling?" Jiang Fan pulled up a chair and sat down.

"I won't die." Zhang Yihan looked at him, her eyes reddening. "Thank you."

"It's just a deal." Jiang Fan leaned back in his chair. "Qin Wanhao's side is finished. You focus on recovering. The previous contract with Universal is void."

Zhang Yihan gripped the spoon tightly in her hand.

Jiang Fan stood up: "I have something to do, I'll head back to Shanghai first. Contact Tang Yingxue if you need anything."

He didn't linger and led Tang Yingxue out of the bedroom.

Higashiyama Golf Villa District, Kyoto.

Gu Qingqiu sat on a rosewood armchair, while her assistant stood two steps away, head bowed.

"Miss Gu, we've investigated Jiang Fan's background thoroughly. He's 21 years old and an orphan. Six months ago, he was working as a security guard at Tianyu Media in Shanghai."

"Later, he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, and the hospital issued a critical condition notice, saying he only had three months to live."

Gu Qingqiu raised her eyelids and looked at her assistant's face.

"Security guard? Terminal illness?"

"Yes. This is the diagnosis report from Shanghai First People's Hospital." The assistant took out a copy and handed it over with both hands.

Gu Qingqiu took it and scanned the various indicators on the diagnosis report.

According to this data, he should have been dead six months ago.

"That's the strange part," the assistant continued, reporting.

"Not only did he not die, but his health improved. He quit his job as a security guard, participated in Tomorrow's Star, and won the championship. After that, he registered Fanyin Studio. He wrote several hit songs and made Shen Nian famous."

The assistant handed over another financial statement that was more than ten pages long.

"Then he invested in the movie 'Goodbye Mr. Loser,' bought a printing factory that was on the verge of bankruptcy, and published the physical book 'Journey to the West.' He used blind box marketing to push the sales of the physical book to an extremely high number."

"The company called Qitian Culture now has a very large cash flow on its books, estimated to be over 500 million."

Gu Qingqiu flipped through the reports.

In just six months, he went from a security guard waiting to die to a newly rich capital tycoon with hundreds of millions in cash flow.

Last night, he single-handedly took down more than a dozen retired special forces soldiers, including Qin Wanhao.

Gu Qingqiu's gaze returned to the first page, where a recent photo of Jiang Fan was attached.

The man in the photo has a shaved head, wears a black shirt, and has strong, rugged features that exude a wildness.

"Ms. Gu, there's one more piece of supplementary information." The assistant turned around. "Jiang Fan has quite a few women around him."

"explain."

"Su Yuyan, the president of Times Media; Xu Qingya, the top star of Tianyu Media; Tang Yingxue of Universal Media; and Shen Nian, a newcomer he promoted himself. These women all have close relationships with him. Even Song Siyi, the president of Qitian Culture, is his childhood sweetheart who grew up with him."

The assistant paused for a moment: "Also, last night Jiang Fan took Zhang Yihan away from the villa in the western suburbs. Zhang Yihan is currently hiding in an apartment registered under Tang Yingxue's name."

Gu Qingqiu looked at the list in the document.

"Using women to climb the social ladder?"

"No way. According to the investigation, these women actively sought to get close to him. Su Yuyan even signed a gambling agreement with all her savings for Jiang Fan's script. Xu Qingya and Tang Yingxue lowered their fees to one million for a role."

"He must have a secret," Gu Qingqiu concluded.

"Should we send a few people to test the waters?"

"No need. I'll go and meet him myself."

"There's one more thing." The assistant took a small step forward. "The land in Songjiang District that you requested is located exactly where Jiang Fan grew up at the Sunshine Children's Welfare Home."

Gu Qingqiu's hand, which was holding the teacup, paused in mid-air for a second.

No wonder he suddenly snatched Qin Wanhao's account book and drove Wang Jianping to the brink of despair.

That piece of land was ostensibly intended for building a waste sorting plant.

In fact, Gu Qingqiu had obtained the confidential internal documents in advance.

Next month, that area will be designated as a national-level high-tech development zone.

The 57 acres of land are located in a future core transportation hub, with a high-speed rail station and a large commercial complex planned next to it.

As long as you acquire the land at a low price under the guise of building a factory in advance, you can resell it for hundreds of times the profit once the planning documents are released.

Qin Wanhao was just a white glove she pushed forward to do the dirty work.

Now, Jiang Fan has inadvertently overturned this whole game for the sake of a dilapidated welfare home.

Gu Qingqiu placed the teacup back on the table, the porcelain clinking softly.

"That's interesting." She looked at the bald head in the photo.

"Miss Gu, how should we handle Qin Wanhao's situation?" the assistant asked.

"There's no need to keep a useless piece of chess." Gu Qingqiu stood up and walked to the French windows. "Let him clean up his own mess. If he can't, he can go inside and stay there."

"Yes." The assistant noted it down.

"Go check Jiang Fan's current schedule."

"He just flew back to Shanghai this morning."

Gu Qingqiu tapped her fingers twice on the rosewood table.

"Get ready. We're going to Shanghai."