Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

Gu Qingqiu followed Jiang Fan's gaze.

She sensed that undisguised aggression.

Any man who dared to look at her like that before is long gone, his ashes scattered into the Huangpu River.

"One hundred million in cash," Gu Qingqiu offered.

"Give me the account books. You're no longer involved in the Songjiang land deal. Your feud with Qin Wanhao is wiped clean. As for Universal Entertainment, if you have the ability to take it over, I won't interfere. How about it?"

The conditions were very generous. In Gu Qingqiu's eyes, any trouble that could be resolved with money and resources was not a trouble at all.

Jiang Fan shook his head.

Gu Qingqiu in front of me is worth far more than that piece of land.

The special mark indicating doubled profits meant he was destined not to let this woman go.

The female assistant behind Gu Qingqiu turned cold.

She reached her right hand to the back of her suit jacket, drew her gun, and cocked it with fluid, effortless movements.

A pure black Glock was pointed at Jiang Fan's forehead.

Jiang Fan stared at the dark gun barrel, but remained calm.

"You want that piece of land in Songjiang; building the scrap yard is just a cover." Jiang Fan ignored the gun barrel and looked directly into Gu Qingqiu's eyes.

"That land will soon have a new national-level development plan. Right?"

Gu Qingqiu's eye twitched very quickly.

She raised her hand and pressed down on the assistant's gun barrel.

This matter is top secret; the documents are still being kept under wraps. There are no more than three people in Shanghai who know the inside story.

Where did Jiang Fan, who works in the entertainment industry, get this information?

She looked at Jiang Fan, completely suppressing the contempt she once held in her heart.

"You're very smart." Gu Qingqiu's tone turned cold, carrying a warning.

"Since you know the true value of that land, you should understand that you can't handle it all by yourself."

Jiang Fan leaned back and put his hands in his pockets.

"Actually, I'm not really interested in money."

"Oh? So what are you interested in?"

"You," Jiang Fan said calmly, as if stating something perfectly natural.

Gu Qingqiu was stunned for a second.

Instead of getting angry, she chuckled softly, her laughter filled with condescending disdain.

"You want to sleep with me?"

"You're being too blunt," Jiang Fan corrected.

"I just want to build a deeper connection with you."

Gu Qingqiu had seen arrogant people before, but never anyone this arrogant.

A nouveau riche who rose from humble beginnings dares to make such a demand of her.

Do you know who I am?

Gu Qingqiu suppressed her smile, unleashing her full aura and releasing the imposing presence of a superior without reservation.

"The head of Shengda Group." Jiang Fan paused for a moment, then leaned close to Gu Qingqiu's ear and spoke in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"She's the illegitimate daughter of that big shot in Shanghai."

Gu Qingqiu's expression truly changed this time.

The fact that she was born out of wedlock was her biggest sore spot and also her top secret.

Apart from her father and a few close confidants, no outsiders knew about it.

She stared intently at Jiang Fan.

This person is far more dangerous than the investigation report describes.

It's impossible for a terminally ill security guard to rise to prominence within six months, let alone know so many top secrets.

She cannot act rashly.

"You really deserve to die." Gu Qingqiu's voice turned cold.

The female assistant raised her gun again.

"Don't be nervous." Jiang Fan ignored her and walked directly in front of Gu Qingqiu.

"I'm not interested in your family affairs. I'm only interested in you."

Gu Qingqiu looked up; the two were less than half a meter apart.

She could smell a faint scent of blood on Jiang Fan, as well as a strong, oppressive male pheromone.

"Believe it or not, with just one word from me, all your businesses in Shanghai will be seized tomorrow." Gu Qingqiu's voice was cold, exuding an undeniable sense of control.

"Of course I believe you," Jiang Fan nodded.

"But you also have to believe that your illegitimate daughter's identity certificate will be on the desks of your father's political enemies tomorrow."

Jiang Fan was bluffing her; he had no identification at all.

But he was right; Gu Qingqiu would never dare to gamble.

The two remained locked in a stalemate, with only the rustling of the wind through the roadside weeds.

Just then, the passenger door of the Mercedes opened.

Shen Nian sat in the car and saw that everyone outside had collapsed. Then a strange Rolls-Royce arrived, and a woman with a gun got out.

She was worried about Jiang Fan, so she opened the car door and got out.

Sunlight shone on her, and her pure white dress fluttered in the wind.

She ran quickly to Jiang Fan's side, gripping his sleeves tightly with both hands.

His face was pale, and his eyes were full of worry.

"Jiang Fan, are you alright?" Shen Nian called out.

Gu Qingqiu shifted her gaze from Jiang Fan and fixed it on Shen Nian's face.

Jiang Fan noticed that Gu Qingqiu's eyes had changed.

The aloof indifference faded, and a highly aggressive possessiveness appeared in her eyes.

Gu Qingqiu's gaze swept from Shen Nian's cheeks, across her slender neck, and finally landed on her delicate waist.

Jiang Fan was all too familiar with that look.

This is the look a man gives when he sees his most desirable prey.

Jiang Fan frowned.

This woman has a problem with her sexual orientation.

Gu Qingqiu walked around the assistant in front of her and took two steps forward. She stared intently at Shen Nian.

Shen Nian shrank back and hid behind Jiang Fan.

"Such a clean girl." Gu Qingqiu's voice was no longer cold, but gentle.

"What's your name?" Gu Qingqiu asked Shen Nian.

Shen Nian didn't speak, but gripped Jiang Fan's sleeve even tighter.

Jiang Fan took half a step forward, completely blocking Gu Qingqiu's view.

Gu Qingqiu withdrew her gaze and looked at Jiang Fan again.

"Hand over the ledgers. This is your last chance. Otherwise, you won't be able to bear the consequences."

Jiang Fan laughed. "What if I don't pay?"

Gu Qingqiu's eyes turned cold again. "In Shanghai, no one dares to refuse me. No matter how skilled you are, you can't stop a bullet."

Jiang Fan looked at her, his tone calm. "You can give it a try."

Gu Qingqiu looked at Jiang Fan, then turned her head to glance at Shen Nian hiding behind him.

"Jiang Fan. We'll meet again."

Gu Qingqiu turned around, her high heels clicking on the asphalt, and walked back to the Rolls-Royce.

The Rolls-Royce made a U-turn and drove away from the intersection.

The injured men in black on the ground helped each other to their feet, got into the vans, and the three vehicles quickly drove away.

The intersection returned to quiet.

Jiang Fan turned his head and looked at Shen Nian.

"It's alright. Get in the car."

Shen Nian nodded and followed Jiang Fan back into the car.

Jiang Fan started the car and drove towards the welfare home.

The carriage was quiet. Shen Nian was still shaken and gripped the seatbelt tightly with both hands.

"Who was that woman just now?" Shen Nian turned her head and asked.

"One problem." Jiang Fan gripped the steering wheel with one hand. "During this time, stay in your apartment or at the office. Don't go out alone."

Shen Nian nodded obediently; she had absolute trust in Jiang Fan.

In the back seat of the Rolls-Royce, Gu Qingqiu leaned back in the leather seat with her eyes closed.

"Miss Gu, should I take some men to... him?"

The assistant, sitting in the passenger seat, made a throat-slitting gesture.

"No need." Gu Qingqiu opened her eyes.

"He has something on me. And he's more interesting than I thought."

Gu Qingqiu pictured Shen Nian's clean-looking face.

"Go and look up that girl's information. I need all of her details."