Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

Gu Qingqiu felt that Jiang Fan was bluffing.

"You dare touch me?" Gu Qingqiu's hands were pressed above her head, her eyes fixed on Jiang Fan. "If anything happens to me, you will find it impossible to move an inch in this country."

"What wouldn't I dare to do?"

At the edge of Jiang Fan's line of sight, the system panel popped up.

[Target: Gu Qingqiu]

[Compatibility: SSS+]

[Special Note: This target possesses an extremely controlling personality, has long suppressed their sensory needs, and has a very high probability of triggering a connection under high pressure.]

Jiang Fan turned off the panel.

He held Gu Qingqiu's wrists with one hand and grabbed the hem of her black turtleneck sweater with the other. The sweater was loose and he easily took it off.

Gu Qingqiu's body tensed instantly.

She has a physiological aversion to men; she feels nauseous whenever her male subordinates get too close to her.

"Don't touch me!" Gu Qingqiu's voice finally betrayed a hint of panic.

"Don't you like women?" Jiang Fan didn't stop, throwing the sweater directly onto the floor. "Today I'll teach you the difference between men and women."

It must be said that Gu Qingqiu has a really good foundation.

Her long-standing position of power, coupled with extreme self-discipline, has resulted in a near-perfect physique.

Her pale skin glowed in the dim light of the living room, and her abdomen was flat and firm, without an ounce of excess fat.

The form-fitting black lace lingerie accentuated her stunning curves, creating a striking contrast to her usual aloof and reserved CEO persona.

Jiang Fan's gaze swept over them without any attempt to hide it.

Gu Qingqiu's chest heaved violently. She tried to struggle, but Jiang Fan's hand gripping her wrist was like an iron clamp, completely immobile.

"Jiang Fan! You're crazy! My dad is..."

"Shut up," Jiang Fan interrupted her. "You're just my prey now."

Jiang Fan leaned down, his intense masculine aura instantly enveloping Gu Qingqiu.

Gu Qingqiu's eyes widened, and her jaw clenched.

Jiang Fan tightened his grip on her chin slightly, forcing her to open her mouth.

The man's scent instantly filled her mouth.

She twisted her body desperately, bending her legs as if trying to thrust into Jiang Fan's groin.

Jiang Fan was prepared; he pressed down with his knee, pinning her legs firmly to the bed.

"Ugh..." Gu Qingqiu let out a muffled groan of humiliation.

Jiang Fan released her lips and looked down at her.

Tears welled up in Gu Qingqiu's eyes due to her physiological resistance.

"Feeling disgusted?" Jiang Fan sneered, reaching out to grab the edge of her black lace lingerie. "You'll be begging me soon enough."

stab-

The expensive lingerie was violently ripped open.

Gu Qingqiu was completely exposed to the air.

She shivered, and real fear finally surfaced in her eyes.

Her pride in her power and wealth was utterly useless in the face of this man's absolute violence.

On the large bed next to them, Shen Nian was still wrapped in Jiang Fan's black coat, fast asleep.

"Look at her," Jiang Fan whispered in Gu Qingqiu's ear, "Didn't you just want to sleep with her?"

Gu Qingqiu turned her head and looked at Shen Nian not far away.

Jiang Fan gave her no chance to catch her breath.

"No... Jiang Fan, please..." Gu Qingqiu's voice was choked with sobs.

This was the first time in over twenty years that she had bowed her head to someone.

"It's too late."

"what!"

Gu Qingqiu tilted her head back, her long neck curving into a beautiful arc.

In the living room, the man's panting and the woman's suppressed cries of pain mingled together.

Jiang Fan showed no mercy or pity.

For a woman who thinks she has everything under control and treats human life as worthless, only the most savage methods can completely shatter her pride.

Gu Qingqiu's fingernails left several bloody scratches on Jiang Fan's back.

Time passed second by second.

Gu Qingqiu's body tensed up at one moment, her toes curled up, and she collapsed, completely exhausted.

A system notification popped up.

[Deep Compatibility x1.]

[Triggering a special marker doubles the reward.]

Lifespan increased by 8000 points.

Current lifespan: 66300 points.

Jiang Fan looked at the panel.

As expected of a special target of SSS+ level, the single reward is 4,000, and if doubled, it's 8,000.

Jiang Fan stood up and turned Gu Qingqiu, who was lying on the bed, over.

Gu Qingqiu tried to crawl away in terror, but Jiang Fan grabbed her ankle and pulled her back.

"Jiang Fan, that's enough, spare me."

"not enough."

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but Jiang Fan had already pressed down on her again.

The divine movement technique that cost 50,000 life points just now must be recouped from her, with interest.

The living room was dimly lit.

Gu Qingqiu's fingers gripped the bed sheet tightly again.

After the second session ended, a system notification popped up, indicating that another 8,000 points had been credited to the account.

Gu Qingqiu didn't even have the strength to speak.

She lay on her side on the bed, her long hair soaked with sweat and plastered to her cheeks.

Her gaze fell on Shen Nian, who was fast asleep not far away. The woman she had her eye on was sleeping right next to her, while she herself was being pressed down on the bed by a man.

Jiang Fan got out of bed, went into the bathroom attached to the living room, and turned on the tap to wash his face.

He came out and looked at Gu Qingqiu on the bed.

"continue."

Gu Qingqiu shrank back a little.

"I'll give you the money. One hundred million, I'll transfer it to you tomorrow. I don't want that land in Songjiang anymore. You can leave."

"I've already said, I'm not interested in money."

The third time, Gu Qingqiu didn't struggle anymore.

Her hand moved from gripping the bed sheet to gripping Jiang Fan's arm.

The movements went from stiff to coordinated.

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Shen Nian woke up. She opened her eyes and her gaze first fell on the crystal chandelier on the ceiling.

Then I turned my head in the direction of the sound.

She froze.

It was Jiang Fan's back. Gu Qingqiu was pinned down, her face turned to this side, her lips slightly parted, her eyes slightly closed, and her expression was no longer that of someone who was high and mighty before.

Shen Nian gripped the cuffs of her coat with her fingers, her face burning red.

She stared at it for a long time, her heart pounding faster than ever.

A dozen minutes later, Gu Qingqiu couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed onto the bed, her shoulders still trembling slightly.

Gu Qingqiu turned her head to the side, and her gaze met Shen Nian's.

The two women's eyes met in the air.

Gu Qingqiu was panting, but even in this disheveled state, there was still a defiant spirit in her eyes.

"You...were just...there...watching?"