Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

Tang Yingxue knelt on the carpet for a full half hour.

My legs were numb, my cheeks ached, and tears welled up in my eyes.

"President Jiang, are you satisfied now?"

Jiang Fan leaned back in his leather chair, looking down at her. Her burgundy bodycon skirt was all wrinkled and had rolled up to her waist.

The collar of her white shirt was wide open, and those eyes, which usually scrutinized her subordinates with an air of nobility and aloofness, were now glistening with tears as she looked up at him with a hint of resentment.

Jiang Fan reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her up from the carpet.

Tang Yingxue's legs went weak, and she couldn't stand up at all. She lost her balance and leaned limply against him.

I have absolutely no strength left.

Jiang Fan put one arm around her waist and used the other hand to sweep the financial statements on the table aside.

With a rustling sound, more than a dozen documents scattered on the carpet.

"What are you doing? Those are important company documents," Tang Yingxue said.

Jiang Fan ignored her and placed her directly on the large mahogany desk.

Tang Yingxue sat on the edge of the desk, her hands behind her back, leaning back.

Jiang Fan grabbed the hem of the bodycon skirt with both hands and pushed it up to her waist.

Below, she wore black pantyhose that tightly hugged her long, slender legs.

Jiang Fan hooked his hands around the middle of the sock, tightened his knuckles, and suddenly exerted force.

stab-

The stockings were torn in the middle with a long slit.

Tang Yingxue retorted angrily, "How many pairs of my socks have you torn...?"

"Does this bastard have some kind of weird fetish for tearing stockings?" Tang Yingxue cursed inwardly.

This was a high-end custom-made piece that she specially picked out today, and now it's ruined.

Jiang Fan didn't stop moving; his fingers traced the edge of his shirt to his back.

Click.

The bra bounced open and was casually snatched away by Jiang Fan, tossed onto the scattered documents on the carpet.

Jiang Fan stepped forward, grasped her knees with both hands, and lifted her up.

The view is completely open.

Tang Yingxue's cheeks flushed red, and she raised her arm to cover her face.

It's so shameful to pose like this in her chairman's office, right where she holds meetings during the day.

"Don't cover your face." Jiang Fan grabbed her wrist with one hand and forcibly pulled it away.

Tang Yingxue's wrist was held tightly, unable to move.

He bit his lower lip hard, trying to keep himself from making a sound.

"What are you enduring?" Jiang Fan leaned down, his breath brushing against her face. "It's just the two of us in this whole building. Even if you scream your lungs out, no one outside will hear you."

Tang Yingxue glared at him.

But this glance wasn't dangerous at all; instead, it seemed like she was being coquettish.

What do you mean by "roaring with a hoarse throat"? Does this bastard think he's making a third-rate movie?

The thought flashed through Tang Yingxue's mind, only to be shattered by wave after wave of shocks.

I sat at my desk for more than twenty minutes.

Tang Yingxue's back couldn't take it anymore; the mahogany tabletop was too hard, and with Jiang Fan's movements, it hurt her spine.

The skin felt burning hot as it rubbed against the wood grain.

"It hurts..." she finally couldn't help but squeeze out a word through gritted teeth.

Jiang Fan stopped what he was doing and glanced at the red marks left on her back from being pressed against something.

He reached his arms under her armpits and behind her knees and scooped her up from the table.

I walked a few steps to the waiting area.

Tang Yingxue was thrown onto the black leather sofa.

The sofa isn't much wider either.

Tang Yingxue could only lie on her side, her long hair spread out on her skin.

Jiang Fan came up from behind.

Perfectly fitted.

Tang Yingxue gripped the edge of the sofa tightly with her fingers.

"How long...will it take you to finish..." she gasped, her voice broken. "I have a meeting at the company tomorrow..."

If this continues, she won't be able to get out of bed at all tomorrow.

Jiang Fan's lips brushed against the back of her ear. "Didn't Chairman Tang say during the day that he wanted me to come and inspect the work? I'm always a very meticulous person. Every aspect has to be thoroughly checked."

Tang Yingxue swore.

But as soon as he uttered a single word, his voice turned into a high-pitched muffled groan.

"Have Liu Da and Zhao Gao settled their final payments?" Jiang Fan suddenly brought up work.

Tang Yingxue's mind went blank; she was stunned by this sudden question.

What the hell? Asking about the final payment at this hour? What is this bastard thinking?

"It's...it's over..." she answered through gritted teeth.

"Will the audit team arrive tomorrow?"

"Um……"

"Qin Wanhao's remaining followers must be completely wiped out." Jiang Fan said calmly, as if chatting casually, "Global Entertainment can only have one voice."

"I...I understand..."

Tang Yingxue was completely convinced. Her body was enduring a storm, but her mind still had to keep up with his pace in handling company affairs.

Time passed by, second by second.

A long time passed.

Tang Yingxue thought it was over.

I finally breathed a sigh of relief, my tense muscles relaxed a little, and it was finally over.

All she wants to do right now is lie flat; she doesn't want to move a single finger.

Jiang Fan picked her up again and carried her to the French windows.

"Anything else?" Tang Yingxue's eyes widened.

"Stand still." Jiang Fan released his hand.

Tang Yingxue's legs went weak and she couldn't stand up. She could only support herself on the glass with her hands.

My fingertips touched the cool windowpane, and my warm breath hit the glass, leaving a cloud of mist.

Jiang Fan watched her back as she leaned against the glass.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the night view of Kyoto.

A myriad of lights illuminate the city, with cars flowing like rivers and neon signs flashing, showcasing the city's prosperity.

She glanced down.

On the 48th floor, the cars on the street looked like ants, their headlights forming strips of light.

Tang Yingxue could clearly see her current appearance in the reflection of the glass.

Her hair was disheveled, her face was flushed, and she looked utterly disheveled.

She wore a white shirt draped halfway over her body, and a red pencil skirt hung at her waist.

"Jiang Fan...this window...what if someone outside sees us..." Tang Yingxue's voice trembled.

"The forty-eighth floor." Jiang Fan stood behind her, his hands gripping her hips. "Who do you think can see this? A helicopter?"

Before Tang Yingxue could refute, Jiang Fan made his move.

Tang Yingxue's hand slid across the French windows, causing her to lose her balance and stick to the glass.

Tang Yingxue closed her eyes, the cold glass pressed against her cheek.

"Keep an eye on the outside," Jiang Fan ordered.

Closing your eyes at this point will greatly reduce the effectiveness.

Tang Yingxue was forced to open her eyes, and rows of lights outside the window flickered violently in her vision.

It felt like the entire city of Kyoto was rising and falling with her movements.

The extreme contrast brings the extreme stimulation.

Their psychological defenses completely collapsed at that moment.

"Jiang Fan... I really can't go on..." Tang Yingxue's voice was completely hoarse, and she was crying.

"Hold on for five more minutes."

"You fucking talk for five minutes every time..." Tang Yingxue completely broke down.

The fingernails scratched unconsciously on the glass, making a squeaking sound.

He was stretched to his limit.

Then, she completely lost her strength.

Jiang Fan released his grip and took a step back.

Tang Yingxue slid down the French windows like a lump of mud, collapsing onto the thick carpet.

He was panting heavily, unable to lift even a finger.

Jiang Fan walked over and sat down on the sofa next to him.

At the edge of the retina, a semi-transparent virtual panel emerges.

【Ding--】

[Target: Tang Yingxue]

[Appearance: 9.5 points or higher]

[Compatibility Change: SS+ → SSS]

[This instance of Deep Compatibility x3 grants +9000 lifespan points]

Current lifespan: 93300 points

[Remaining lifespan: 296 days]

Jiang Fan stared at the panel for a few seconds and realized he was already at the same level as Xu Qingya.

Tang Yingxue sat on the carpet for a long time before she could barely stand up, leaning against the glass.

She walked to the sofa and sat down next to Jiang Fan.

Tang Yingxue stretched out her hands, hugged Jiang Fan's waist, and pressed her face against his chest.

"You're a monster," Tang Yingxue whispered.