Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

Wearing sunglasses and dragging a silver suitcase, Tang Yingxue boarded a flight to Shanghai alone.

There weren't many people in first class. She leaned against the window and took one last look at Universal's stock price before switching her phone to airplane mode.

It dropped another five points.

Tang Yingxue put her phone in her bag and closed her eyes.

Two and a half hours later, the plane landed at Hongqiao Airport.

She hailed a taxi herself and gave them the address of the InterContinental Hotel.

Presidential Suite 8801.

Tang Yingxue pushed open the door and laid her suitcase down on the carpet.

I unzipped the bag, reached down to the bottom, and pulled out the shopping bag.

She threw the bag on the bed and turned to walk into the bathroom.

Thirty minutes later, Tang Yingxue stood in front of the dressing mirror wrapped in a bath towel. After drying her hair, she walked to the bedside, sat down, and unpacked the stockings.

The fabric is so thin that you can feel its elasticity with just a touch of your fingertips.

She took off her bath towel, put on the stockings, and then went to remove the see-through nightgown.

A few straps connect a piece of fabric the size of a palm.

Tang Yingxue studied the light for a long time before confirming the front and back.

After getting dressed, Tang Yingxue twirled in front of the mirror.

What's the difference between this and not wearing anything at all?

The key parts were barely held together by a few thin straps, and would slip to the sides with the slightest movement.

Tang Yingxue's ears burned. She was thirty-two years old, and wearing this kind of thing made her look like a little girl.

Should we just forget about it?

She reached out and pinched the side strap, trying to take it off.

She glanced at the mirror again.

Since meeting Jiang Fan last time, I've been in great shape these past few days, and with those incredibly thin black stockings, the effect is definitely—

Fine, I've already spent the money anyway.

Tang Yingxue picked up her phone and opened Jiang Fan's chat window.

"I've arrived in Shanghai. InterContinental Hotel, Presidential Suite 8801."

-

7 PM, Shanghai, Fanyin Studio.

Jiang Fan finished mixing the last track of "Light Years Away" and exported the audio file.

The demos for all three songs are complete.

He took off his headphones and leaned back in his chair to stretch his neck.

The phone screen on the table lit up briefly.

Jiang Fan took it and looked at it.

Tang Yingxue: "I've arrived in Shanghai, InterContinental Hotel, Presidential Suite 8801."

Jiang Fan glanced at the time in the lower right corner of the computer screen—

It was supposed to be a week, so why did this woman show up two days early?

But it's good that the song is finished now, saving me from having to make another trip to Kyoto.

Half an hour later, the black Mercedes-Benz pulled into the underground parking garage of the InterContinental Hotel.

The elevator went straight to the top floor. Jiang Fan walked to the door of 8801 and rang the doorbell.

There was a three-second silence inside.

The door opened.

Tang Yingxue stood inside the door, barefoot on the carpet.

Jiang Fan's gaze swept from top to bottom.

He had never seen that set of openwork pajamas before.

Several thin black ribbons crisscrossed her fair skin, covering up what should have been covered but revealing what shouldn't have been exposed.

She was wearing an extremely thin layer of black stockings underneath, which wrapped from her waist all the way to her toes.

Tang Yingxue stepped aside to make way, her voice very low.

"Boss Jiang, welcome."

Jiang Fan went inside and closed the door behind him.

The main lights in the living room weren't on, but a few warm-colored floor lamps were lit by the French windows.

On the coffee table was an opened bottle of red wine, with two wine glasses each half-filled.

"Why did you come early?" Jiang Fan walked to the sofa and sat down.

Tang Yingxue followed him and sat down next to him. She crossed her legs, her knees, covered by black stockings, touching his trouser legs.

"There's been a bit of a problem at the company." She picked up a glass of red wine and handed it to Jiang Fan.

"Old Li went to Star Overseas and took away their unreleased music library. Star Overseas is spending 50 million to grab market share from Universal. Their stock price has dropped eight percent in the last two days."

Jiang Fan took the glass and took a sip.

"Is the board of directors getting restless?"

"A bunch of opportunists." Tang Yingxue sneered. "When Qin Wanhao was around, they were cowards, but now that they see my foundation is unstable, they want to cause trouble."

She turned to look at Jiang Fan.

I need your song. Right now.

Jiang Fan placed the wine glass on the coffee table.

"The song is already written."

Tang Yingxue's eyes lit up, and she leaned forward, placing her hand on Jiang Fan's knee.

"Where?"

"On the company computer." Jiang Fan leaned back on the sofa, his gaze sweeping from her collarbone to the thin belt around her waist that was about to give way.

Tang Yingxue put down her wine glass, straddled Jiang Fan's lap, and sat directly on his lap.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, her breath hitting the crook of his neck.

"Boss Jiang, I flew all this way here, you have to let me hear a sample first."

"No rush." ​​Jiang Fan wrapped his hands around her waist; the feel of her skin was wonderful. "You don't look like you're here to listen to music, dressed like this."

"Does it look good? I bought it especially for you."

Tang Yingxue slid off Jiang Fan's lap, kneeling on the carpet with both knees on the ground.

She looked up at Jiang Fan, her fingers resting on his belt buckle.

Then he bent down.

A dozen minutes later, Tang Yingxue stopped, and Jiang Fan reached out, picked her up, and threw her directly onto the sofa.

Before Tang Yingxue could even sit up properly, Jiang Fan's fingers had already hooked onto the extremely thin black fabric on the outside of her thigh.

"These socks feel nice."

Tang Yingxue looked at his hand and had a bad feeling.

"Just bought it. It was very expensive..."

stab.

The black fabric was torn in the middle.

Tang Yingxue: "..."

It's always like this.

"Jiang Fan, do you have a grudge against stockings?"

Jiang Fan pulled the crack open with his fingers, making the opening bigger and bigger.

The almost non-existent layer of fabric was torn in two and hung limply on either side of the thighs.

"Don't buy something so expensive next time. The outcome will be the same anyway."

Tang Yingxue wanted to curse, but as soon as she opened her mouth, her voice changed.

In the time that followed, Tang Yingxue lost count of how many times she said "I can't take it anymore."

Every time she felt she had reached the end, Jiang Fan would change his position and drag her back.

From the sofa to the carpet, and then to the floor-to-ceiling windows.

That see-through nightgown was completely ruined in the second round.

Three of the straps broke, and the rest were just a nuisance.

When Tang Yingxue finally collapsed on the bed, all that remained of her body was a torn piece of stocking hanging from her waist.

The system panel popped up at the edge of Jiang Fan's line of sight.

[Deep Compatibility x3, Lifespan +9000 points]

Current lifespan: 105300 points

Jiang Fan turned off the control panel; the number of users had surpassed 100,000 again.

-

The next morning.

Sunlight streamed through the gauze curtains, and Tang Yingxue opened her eyes, her back aching terribly.

She propped herself up on the mattress and looked down at herself.

The lace nightgown was reduced to several pieces of fabric and thrown in the corner, not to mention the black stockings.

Tang Yingxue silently did some mental calculations.

Pajamas, 2,800. Stockings, 1,600 a pair, 3,200 for two pairs.

It cost a total of six thousand, and it was completely ruined after just one night of wear.

I'll buy the cheaper one next time.

Jiang Fan was already dressed and standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window looking at his phone.

"Get up. Let's go to the studio and listen to music."

Tang Yingxue dragged her aching legs into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror.

She touched her cheek, and couldn't help but smile.

The clothes cost six thousand yuan, but it was worth it.

She washed her face and took out a clean set of clothes from her suitcase to change into.

When she came out, Jiang Fan was already waiting for her with the car keys.

"Let's go, Chairman Tang."

Tang Yingxue put on her high heels, slung her handbag over her shoulder, and walked past him with her head held high.