Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

The day after the show was completed, Xu Qingya and Jiang Fan left Shenzhen one after the other, taking different flights to Shanghai.

In Shanghai, an inconspicuous old villa is hidden in the shade of plane trees.

This is Xu Qingya's private apartment, and the property registration uses the identity of her agent, Chen Lan.

The paparazzi in the industry have been watching her for years, but they haven't been able to find this address.

Xu Qingya pushed open the door and changed into slippers.

She went to the living room, took the two sheet music sheets out of her Hermès bag, and laid them flat on the glass coffee table.

"Red Bean" and "Legend".

Xu Qingya sat on the carpet, staring at the musical notes and lyrics that Jiang Fan had written on the paper.

The melodies of these two songs are completely different from the style of all her previous albums.

There are no grand high-pitched virtuoso techniques, nor are there elaborate and complex vocal runs.

The melody is gentle and seemingly simple.

Unfortunately, this kind of song requires the most vocal skill.

Every emotional fluctuation and the transition between true and falsetto voices depends entirely on the singer's vocal control.

These two songs were tailor-made for top-tier singers.

Xu Qingya put away the sheet music, leaned back on the sofa, and picked up her phone to check the flight information.

Jiang Fan's plane will land in forty minutes.

She opened the food delivery app and placed an order.

We ordered all the main dishes.

Braised pork ribs, steamed sea bass, garlic broccoli, and old duck soup.

She was stunned for a moment after placing the order.

Xu Qingya has lived for thirty years and has never ordered takeout for any man.

At six o'clock in the evening, the doorbell rang.

Xu Qingya got up to open the door.

Jiang Fan stood outside the door, wearing a black T-shirt, with an old backpack slung over his shoulder and a guitar case in his hand.

Jiang Fan changed into slippers and went inside.

The house wasn't big, but it was very clean.

A white upright piano stands in the corner of the living room, with a potted green ivy on its lid.

You wouldn't guess this is the home of a top-tier superstar.

The food delivery arrived just then.

The two unpacked their lunchboxes and sat down at the table.

"Have you thought of a song with a traditional Chinese style?" Xu Qingya ladled out a bowl of old duck soup and pushed it in front of Jiang Fan.

"I've made up my mind." Jiang Fan picked up his chopsticks and took a piece of pork rib.

"What should we sing?"

Jiang Fan swallowed the food in his mouth and put down his chopsticks.

Have you heard of "Blue and White Porcelain"?

Xu Qingya shook her head. She searched through the entire Chinese music scene in her mind, but couldn't find that name.

Jiang Fan didn't explain further.

He stood up, walked to the white piano in the corner, and opened the lid.

"I'll sing a bit, and you can get a feel for it."

Jiang Fan's right hand landed casually on the piano keys, and a simple melody flowed from his fingertips.

Then he spoke.

"The blue and white porcelain is outlined on the unglazed porcelain, with the brushstrokes going from thick to thin."

"The peony depicted on the bottle is just like your first makeup."

Just one sentence.

Xu Qingya then put down the soup spoon in her hand.

The melody, combined with the ink-wash style of the lyrics, creates a unique and classical Eastern charm.

Xu Qingya's pupils contracted.

This is not the kind of so-called "Chinese style" that is currently on the market, which forcibly piles up fancy words and adds two pieces of guzheng accompaniment.

This completely combines pop music arrangement with traditional cultural heritage.

Jiang Fan stopped what he was doing and closed the piano lid.

"Sheng Hai is trying to use the competition format to block me, but they've chosen the wrong path." Jiang Fan walked back to the dining table and picked up his chopsticks again.

Xu Qingya looked at the man sitting opposite her.

Arrogant, yet with absolute confidence.

"I'll go with you to Tianyu Recording tomorrow." Jiang Fan took a bite of the sea bass.

"Okay." Xu Qingya nodded.

After finishing her meal, Xu Qingya took a shower.

The sound of water could be heard coming from the bathroom.

Jiang Fan sat on the sofa, holding the two sheet music pieces in his hands, checking the details of the arrangement.

Half an hour later, the sound of water stopped.

Xu Qingya walked out of the bathroom.

She was wearing a black lace nightgown, the hem of which barely covered her thighs.

Her hair was half-dry and loose on her shoulders.

Jiang Fan sat on the sofa and looked up.

Yes, she looks better without makeup than with makeup.

Xu Qingya walked to the sofa, snuggled up next to Jiang Fan, and rested her head on his shoulder.

The scent of the shower gel from his fresh shower wafted into Jiang Fan's nostrils.

"Jiang Fan".

"Um."

"When you were working the night shift in the underground parking garage, did you ever imagine this day would come?"

Jiang Fan tilted his head slightly.

Xu Qingya's wet hair draped over his T-shirt, leaving a small dark watermark.

Jiang Fan remained silent for two seconds.

"Back then, every time you passed through the lobby, you were followed by four or five assistants. You walked with a swagger, chin held high, and never even glanced at the security guards."

Jiang Fan looked down at her.

"I thought to myself, why does this woman walk so arrogantly?"

Xu Qingya was stunned for a moment.

Immediately, she reached out and pinched the soft flesh on Jiang Fan's waist hard.

"Who are you calling arrogant?"

Jiang Fan did not dodge.

He grabbed Xu Qingya's wrist and pulled her into his arms.

Xu Qingya lost her balance and fell onto Jiang Fan's lap.

The back of her head hit Jiang Fan's solid chest, making a muffled groan.

Jiang Fan wrapped his arms around her waist, locking her in his embrace.

The two sat quietly on the sofa.

Xu Qingya closed her eyes, pressed her ear against Jiang Fan's chest, and listened to his steady and powerful heartbeat.

Jiang Fan lowered his head and pressed his lips to the top of her head.

The temperature in the room began to rise.

Jiang Fan's fingers slipped inside the hem of the nightgown.

Xu Qingya's breathing became erratic.

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There's not much to say about what happened after that.

The pothos plant placed on the white upright piano shook violently.

The flowerpot's edge slipped out of the piano lid.

With a "bang".

The flowerpot shattered on the floor, scattering black potting soil all over the ground.

late at night.

The system notification sounded precisely in the depths of Jiang Fan's consciousness.

[Entering deep communication with a highly compatible target increases lifespan by 3000 points.]

Current lifespan: 9200 points. Remaining lifespan: 8 days.

Jiang Fan lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling with his eyes open.

Xu Qingya, who was beside me, was already fast asleep.

Her breathing was even and deep, and one leg was still draped over Jiang Fan's waist.

Jiang Fan turned his head to the side.

By the moonlight filtering through the gap in the curtains, he looked at Xu Qingya's sleeping profile.

Her eyelashes were long, and the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned; I wonder what she was dreaming about.

This woman gave him his life.

Every increase in lifespan is given by her.

She gave him her life.

He owes her an album that will be recorded in the history of Chinese pop music.