Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

Jiang Fan parked his car in the underground garage of Fanyin Studio.

Tang Yingxue pushed open the passenger door and got out of the car.

Today she wore a fitted white shirt, paired with a black professional pencil skirt, and a khaki trench coat over it.

The ten-centimeter black high heels made a crisp sound as they stepped on the ground.

She followed Jiang Fan, and the two walked towards the elevator one after the other.

We arrived at the studio's lobby.

Li Cheng was carrying two cups of coffee when he walked in from outside and bumped into him.

He looked up, about to greet her, when his gaze fell on Tang Yingxue's face.

Tang Yingxue wasn't wearing sunglasses or heavy makeup today; her skin had a dewy glow and a rosy complexion.

It's a feeling of nourishment that emanates from within.

Li Cheng swallowed hard, quickly lowered his head, and stared at the tips of his shoes.

Do not look at what is improper.

This woman is the new chairperson of Universal Entertainment, and is known in the industry as an ice queen with an iron fist.

Now, following behind Jiang Fan, he looked completely obedient.

Li Cheng clicked his tongue inwardly in amazement.

To be able to tame a tigress into a cat, Brother Jiang must have some serious assets.

Li Cheng stepped aside to make way and called out, "Brother Jiang, Chairman Tang."

Jiang Fan nodded. Tang Yingxue glanced at Li Cheng, maintained her chairman's demeanor, and walked past him in her high heels.

A lingering scent of perfume remained in the air.

Li Cheng waited until they were far away and entered the corridor before letting out a long sigh of relief.

Zhou Yutong, the receptionist, came over, took the cup of coffee from Li Cheng's hand, inserted the straw, and took a sip.

"Cheng-ge, was it good?" Zhou Yutong stared in the direction the two had walked away.

Li Cheng nodded and replied, "It looks good."

Zhou Yutong turned her face and stared at him: "Is she prettier or am I prettier?"

Without even thinking, Li Cheng blurted out, "Of course you're prettier."

Zhou Yutong was satisfied, and sat back down at her workstation while biting her straw: "You're smart to know what's good for you."

Li Cheng raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

This little girl is getting better and better at giving out death questions.

Push open the door to the private recording studio.

Jiang Fan pulled out a swivel chair, sat down, picked up the mouse, and opened the folder on the desktop.

Tang Yingxue walked to the desk, leaned against the edge, crossed her legs, and the heels of her black high heels tapped against the desk leg.

The bodycon skirt flared up from her thighs, revealing a large expanse of skin covered in black stockings.

She stared at the computer screen, waiting for Jiang Fan to start singing.

Jiang Fan double-clicked the first audio file.

An electronic synthesizer intro played from the speaker, with dense drumbeats and the bass drum's low frequencies striking the speaker.

This 4/4 time signature dance rhythm is seen as a mass-produced industrial product by high-end musicians.

Tang Yingxue frowned. Universal Entertainment takes a high-end approach.

Even girl groups hire Korean teams to choreograph and write music, emphasizing the layers and quality of the arrangement.

She looked at Jiang Fan; this prelude was unworthy of Universal's brand.

The vocals are straightforward, and the lyrics are simple, lacking any depth.

The melody is entirely in a major key, straightforward to the end.

Tang Yingxue didn't say anything; she wanted to see what Jiang Fan was up to.

The progress bar has reached one minute and ten seconds.

After a rapid transition, a female voice on the verge of cracking came from the speaker.

"Burn my calories!"

Tang Yingxue was stunned.

This lyric has no technique involved; it's just shouted out at the top of your lungs.

The melody went straight into my brain from my ears.

The chorus begins to loop.

Tang Yingxue discovered that her right foot was moving up and down uncontrollably in rhythm.

The tips of high heels tapped on the ground, making a clicking sound that perfectly matched the rhythm of a drum.

The melody had already started repeating itself in her mind.

When the song ended, the recording studio fell silent.

Tang Yingxue let out a breath.

This song doesn't require the singer to have high singing skills, nor does it need a complicated arrangement.

What it aims to do is brainwash people, so that they can hum along after hearing it just once.

Give it to the Star Girls, and with some simple dance moves, it will definitely sweep across major short video platforms in a short time.

It wouldn't be a problem for the five girls from Star Girls to become overnight sensations with this song.

This song's commercial monetization potential is ten times stronger than that of award-winning high-end music.

"This song is for Starlight Girls." Jiang Fan held the mouse and dragged the file.

Tang Yingxue nodded. This song could directly boost Universal's cash flow.

Jiang Fan didn't say anything, and opened the second file.

The soothing piano music flowed out, very clean.

Tang Yingxue put away her earlier disdain and listened attentively.

A human voice came in, and the melody carried a kind of hope after experiencing despair.

"This is for Zhang Yihan." Jiang Fan leaned back in his chair.

As Tang Yingxue listened to the lyrics, Zhang Yihan's pale face and bandaged left hand came to mind.

This song was tailor-made for Zhang Yihan right now.

Zhang Yihan previously pursued a sexy image, but after losing to Shen Nian on "The Voice of China," she was used as a public relations tool by Qin Wanhao.

Now, having escaped from the villa in the western suburbs, she carries a genuine sense of brokenness.

Having fallen from a great height and endured inhuman torture at the villa in the western suburbs, Zhang Yihan now sings this song, and every lyric becomes a bargaining chip for her rebirth.

If this song is released, combined with her current state, the public will feel a strong sense of empathy.

Zhang Yihan's reputation can not only be turned around, but she can also directly transform into a powerful female singer.

This is far more valuable than her previous performances of singing and dancing on stage in short skirts.

Tang Yingxue looked at Jiang Fan's profile.

The little thing this man reveals in his hand can easily reshape a singer's destiny.

"The last song." Jiang Fan picked up the listening earpiece on the table, pulled Tang Yingxue's wrist, and drew her closer.

As the prelude begins, the grand and majestic arrangement immediately creates a strong sense of space.

Tang Yingxue's breath hitched for a second.

The melody of the verses doesn't fluctuate much, building up for the explosive action later on.

As the progress bar reached the chorus, the incredibly powerful high-pitched melody shot straight to my head.

Tang Yingxue felt a chill run down her spine, and goosebumps rose on her arms.

This song is extremely difficult, with a wide vocal range and frequent transitions between true and falsetto voices.

It requires extremely large lung capacity and high-pitched control.

Moreover, the song title echoes her hit song "Light Years".

This was written for her.

Tang Yingxue stared intently into Jiang Fan's eyes.

She was certain that once the song was released, it would not only help her maintain her position as a diva, but also give her absolute dominance in the history of the Chinese music scene.

The song has finished playing.

Tang Yingxue ripped off her headphones and threw them on the table.

She placed her hands on Jiang Fan's shoulders and straddled his lap.

The skirt of the business suit was squeezed up to the upper thigh.

She wrapped her arms around Jiang Fan's neck, the two of them less than five centimeters apart.

"Jiang Fan." Tang Yingxue's voice was a little hoarse.

She now wants not only this song, but also to be tormented by Jiang Fan again in this recording studio, in this chair.

Jiang Fan placed his hand on her waist, just as he was about to make a move.

Tang Yingxue's phone, which was on the table, rang.