Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

Shanghai, Shen Nian Apartment.

Shen Nian wore a loose, pure white T-shirt, the hem of which just covered her thighs.

She sat cross-legged on the carpet under the sofa, holding Jiang Fan's clothes with both hands and shaking them gently.

"You haven't given me the song you promised."

Shen Nian looked up.

Jiang Fan leaned back on the sofa, his gaze sweeping over her fair legs.

He got up and walked to the coffee table, where he found paper and a pen.

Sit down again and place the paper on your lap.

Five minutes later, he stopped writing and handed over the A4 paper filled with musical notes and lyrics.

"The Flying Insects".

Shen Nian took the paper and looked down at the musical score on it.

She hummed along to the rhythm.

"The dark sky hangs low, accompanied by bright stars..."

The sound was clean and clear, without any impurities.

After Shen Nian finished singing, Jiang Fan reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her into his arms.

Shen Nian straddled Jiang Fan's lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, and rested her head on his shoulder.

Jiang Fan's hand slid down her back, and Shen Nian's body tensed instantly.

"Shall we go to the bedroom?" Shen Nian asked softly.

"I'm not going to the bedroom." Jiang Fan continued working on his hands. "Otherwise, I'll have to change the sheets, which is too much trouble."

Shen Nian bit her lower lip.

"You still say that...."

Jiang Fan grabbed the hem of the T-shirt with both hands and slowly pulled it up. Shen Nian obediently raised her arms, and Jiang Fan casually put the T-shirt aside.

With his other hand, he reached behind Shen Nian and skillfully unbuttoned the buttons.

Two thin straps slid down his shoulders. Jiang Fan lowered his head and took a deep breath.

Shen Nian's face was flushed, and she held Jiang Fan's head tightly in her hands.

To prevent the carpet from being replaced again, Jiang Fan carried her to the solid wood dining table.

The table legs made a slight scraping sound on the floor.

Half an hour later, Shen Nian's body suddenly tensed up, and Jiang Fan quickly dodged to the side.

Shen Nian's back was pressed against the table, her toes curled up.

She was a traditional person, but every time she was with Jiang Fan, her body seemed to disobey her commands.

This physical condition made her feel ashamed, yet she couldn't refuse.

Jiang Fan watched as Shen Nian relaxed and returned to her original position, her movements swift and decisive.

Shen Nian bit her lip, trying not to make too much noise.

Another half hour passed, and the system notification sounded.

[Deep Compatibility x1, Lifespan +1000]

Current lifespan: 113300 points

Jiang Fan looked at Shen Nian, who was exhausted in his arms, and carried her to the bed and covered her with a blanket.

-

The next morning, Jiang Fan decided to visit the welfare home first and also to let Fang Ma know in advance.

Regardless of whether they can acquire that land, the welfare home will definitely have to move.

He drove a black Mercedes-Benz G63, carrying Shen Nian, towards Songjiang District.

This car was a bulletproof version specially made for him by Song Siyi.

Soft music was playing in the car. Shen Nian sat in the passenger seat, holding the sheet music for "The Little Insects" written on it from last night, and humming it softly.

Jiang Fan gripped the steering wheel with one hand, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.

On both sides are stretches of wasteland, and vehicles rarely pass by.

In the rearview mirror, two black minivans had been following at a leisurely pace since the city center.

They maintained a distance of fifty meters at all times.

Jiang Fan glanced at the rearview mirror and stepped on the gas with his right foot.

The Mercedes accelerated instantly.

The two cars behind accelerated simultaneously, keeping a close distance.

As we approached the next intersection, a third van suddenly sped out from the left-hand side road.

The car was parked across the middle of the road, blocking the way.

Jiang Fan slammed on the brakes.

The tires left long black tracks on the road.

The car stopped less than half a meter from the other car.

Two cars then flanked the Mercedes from the left and right, completely blocking it.

"Stay in the car and don't move. Lock the doors."

Jiang Fan unbuckled his seatbelt.

"Jiang Fan!" Shen Nian's face turned pale, and she gripped the seatbelt tightly with her fingers.

Jiang Fan pushed open the car door and got out.

The doors of three minivans opened simultaneously, and more than a dozen men got out.

They were all wearing black training uniforms, tactical boots, and carrying steel pipes.

Without further ado, the sixteen men spread out and approached Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan stood still and twisted his neck.

This group of people is even stronger than the retired special forces soldiers in Qin Wanhao's villa.

The leader swung a steel pipe and smashed it down.

Jiang Fan went to meet him, his master-level movement technique allowing him to predict the opponent's attack trajectory in advance.

He weaved through the net of interwoven steel pipes.

He sidestepped the first steel pipe, reached out with his left hand, and gripped the other person's wrist like an iron clamp.

He raised his right elbow and struck the opponent's jaw hard.

A dull thud echoed as the man's jawbone shattered, and he collapsed to the ground, his eyes rolling back in his head.

The two men on the right simultaneously swung their batons horizontally.

Jiang Fan crouched down and lashed out with his right leg like a steel whip, accurately kicking the side of one of the men's knees.

Snap! The knee bends in the opposite direction.

He snatched a fallen steel pipe and used it to block the attack from behind.

He turned around and the end of the steel pipe pierced the opponent's ribs like a venomous snake.

Jiang Fan made no unnecessary movements; all of his moves were the kind of deadly techniques used by the military and police.

Within three minutes, all of the dozen or so men in black were lying on the ground.

Jiang Fan threw away the deformed steel pipe in his hand.

A low hum of an engine came from behind, and a white Rolls-Royce Phantom slowly drove up and stopped ten meters away.

A female driver pushed open the car door, quickly walked around to the back seat, and opened the car door.

A leg wearing nude high heels stepped out first.

Immediately afterwards, a woman stepped out of the car. She was wearing a white cheongsam with a slit that went up to her thigh, her long hair was tied up behind her head, and her features were extremely beautiful.

She stood by the car door, looking at her subordinates groaning in pain, her gaze pausing slightly.

These sixteen people were handpicked by her at great expense.

Her gaze swept over the people lying haphazardly on the ground and finally landed on Jiang Fan's face.

A red virtual panel popped up at the edge of Jiang Fan's line of sight.

【Ding. 】

[Specially associated target detected...]

[Target: Gu Qingqiu]

【Height: 173cm】

[Weight: 55kg]

[Appearance: 9.7/10]

[Identity: Head of Shengda Group / Illegitimate daughter of a Shanghai tycoon]

[Compatibility Rating: SSS+]

Jiang Fan's pupils contracted slightly.

SSS+ level.

This is the highest level I've ever seen.

Below the panel, a line of small text marked in bright red appeared:

[Special Mark: This target possesses extremely high social concealment. Once the target establishes a deep connection with the host, the benefit multiplier is doubled.]

Double your profits!!!

He turned off the panel.

Gu Qingqiu strode over, her high heels clicking crisply on the asphalt.

She ignored her men's agonizing cries on the ground and walked through the gaps in the ground.

A female assistant in a suit quickly followed.

He stood two steps in front of Gu Qingqiu, his hands on his lower back, watching Jiang Fan warily.

Gu Qingqiu stopped five meters away from Jiang Fan.

"That's interesting," Gu Qingqiu said.

"You're the boss behind Qin Wanhao?" Jiang Fan asked, looking at her.

Gu Qingqiu did not deny it.

"My surname is Gu. Gu Qingqiu."

"Jiang Fan".

Gu Qingqiu took a step forward.

"You're very skilled."

Gu Qingqiu's gaze swept over Jiang Fan. "It's no wonder that good-for-nothing Qin Wanhao fell into your hands."

"Hand over the account books. You're not allowed to interfere with that land in Songjiang anymore," Gu Qingqiu said calmly. "Name your price."

"You can't afford it."

Gu Qingqiu smiled. As the head of Shengda Group, she had no shortage of money.

"In Shanghai, there's nothing I can't afford."

Gu Qingqiu looked into Jiang Fan's eyes.

"Is that so?" Jiang Fan's gaze swept down, past the fair legs revealed by the slit in her cheongsam, before returning to her face.

"What I want, you might not be willing to give me."