Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

Tang Yingxue's smile vanished instantly. She clutched her chest and scrambled towards the headboard.

"Jiang Fan, I really have an important video conference tonight."

Jiang Fan didn't waste any words. He strode forward, reached out and grabbed her ankle, pulling her down.

"Ah!" Tang Yingxue exclaimed. She slid down the silk sheet to the center of the bed.

Su Yuyan and Gu Qingqiu exchanged a glance. At that moment, their movements were surprisingly synchronized.

Gu Qingqiu propped herself up with her limp arms and grabbed Tang Yingxue's left hand.

Su Yuyan lunged forward and pressed Tang Yingxue's right hand tightly onto the mattress.

"What are you doing! Let me go!" Tang Yingxue twisted her body desperately, kicking her legs wildly.

"Chairman Tang seemed to be enjoying it so much just now," Gu Qingqiu sneered, her long hair falling across Tang Yingxue's face. "Now it's our turn to watch."

"Hmph, Tang Yingxue, you've finally met your match." Su Yuyan gritted her teeth, exerting force with her wrist to firmly suppress Tang Yingxue's resistance.

With a thought, Jiang Fan activated his divine-level movement technique once again.

Tang Yingxue's eyes widened instantly.

Su Yuyan held Tang Yingxue's arm, her eyes fixed on her reaction, her lips moving slightly as she silently counted.

One.

two.

Six seconds.

Tang Yingxue let out a short scream.

Her eyes rolled back, her limbs suddenly stiffened, and then she went completely limp.

Only six seconds.

It was four seconds shorter than hers.

Su Yuyan sneered, "Chairman Tang, your fighting ability is no match for your mouth."

Tang Yingxue's mind went blank.

Hearing Su Yuyan's mockery, she couldn't utter a sound, feeling extremely aggrieved.

The melee begins.

At first, the three women were competing with each other.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Su Yuyan leaned on Tang Yingxue's shoulder and bit her hard, retaliating against her for lying to her about coming to the manor.

"Su Yuyan, are you a dog?!" Tang Yingxue winced in pain and grabbed Su Yuyan's hair with her other hand.

Gu Qingqiu fanned the flames from the sidelines, occasionally pinching the two of them.

It was 2 a.m.

Su Yuyan and Tang Yingxue hugged each other tightly.

They disregarded past grievances and only sought to share the terrifying impact with each other.

"Gu Qingqiu...it's your turn..."

Tang Yingxue's voice became completely hoarse.

She stretched out her aching hand and nudged Gu Qingqiu beside her.

"Get out... I can't get up..." Gu Qingqiu's legs wouldn't obey her commands, and she lay paralyzed by the bed, pretending to be dead.

"Jiang Fan... I was wrong..." Tang Yingxue's eyes were filled with tears, and her voice was broken.

"Jiang Fan, let me go..." Su Yuyan buried her face in the pillow, almost exhausted even the strength to beg for mercy.

At the edge of my line of sight, red numbers on a semi-transparent virtual panel kept jumping.

【Ding. 】

[Deep Compatibility x3, Lifespan +54000 points.]

Current lifespan: 327300 points.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Nine o'clock in the morning.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, falling onto the messy round bed.

Jiang Fan threw off the covers, got out of bed, picked up the shirt from the floor, and put it on.

On the large bed, three women lay sprawled out in various positions.

Tang Yingxue's legs were draped over Su Yuyan's waist, and Gu Qingqiu's arms were wrapped around Tang Yingxue's neck.

The three who fought fiercely last night are now sleeping soundly, completely unguarded, relying on each other for survival.

Jiang Fan walked to the bedside and patted Su Yuyan and Tang Yingxue's faces.

"Get up, let's go."

Tang Yingxue frowned in pain and opened her eyes.

She glanced at Su Yuyan, who was standing right next to her, just as Su Yuyan opened her eyes.

The two looked at each other for two seconds, but did not fight like they did last night.

Tang Yingxue struggled to sit up, a sharp pain shooting through her lower back.

She gasped and slumped back onto the mattress.

Su Yuyan wasn't much better off; her legs were trembling, and she didn't even have the strength to sit up.

"Gu Qingqiu, lend me two sets of clothes." Jiang Fan turned to look at Gu Qingqiu, who was still fast asleep.

Gu Qingqiu closed her eyes and squeezed out three words: "Wear whatever you want."

Half an hour later.

Tang Yingxue and Su Yuyan, dressed in Gu Qingqiu's clothes, helped each other down the stairs.

Tang Yingxue wore a black trench coat, while Su Yuyan wore a dark gray casual outfit.

The two walked unsteadily, their brows furrowed with each step.

Jiang Fan walked ahead and pushed open the main building's door.

A black Mercedes-Benz G-Class was parked at the bottom of the steps.

Jiang Fan got into the driver's seat, and Tang Yingxue and Su Yuyan opened the back door and slumped in.

The two leaned back in their chairs, shoulder to shoulder.

"Su Yuyan, I remember the bite you gave me last night."

"Likewise, we haven't settled the score for you pulling my hair yet."

The two exchanged harsh words, but their bodies betrayed their true intentions by leaning close together.

After last night's life-or-death ordeal, that bit of hostility has long been crushed.

Fanyin Studio.

Li Cheng stood at the front desk, holding two reports in his hands.

He looked up and saw Jiang Fan push the door open and come in. He was about to greet him when his gaze fell on the two women behind Jiang Fan.

Li Cheng was stunned.

Tang Yingxue and Su Yuyan helped each other into the gate.

Yesterday, these two big shots were at loggerheads in the office, but today they're holding hands like sisters.

What kind of magic did Brother Jiang cast?

Can you tame two tigresses into little rabbits?

Li Cheng was internally ranting and raving.

"Brother Jiang, this..." Li Cheng swallowed and pointed behind him.

"Make two cups of coffee and bring them in." Jiang Fan didn't explain and went straight to the office.

Tang Yingxue and Su Yuyan followed them inside.

The two sat down on the sofa, moving extremely slowly, as if afraid of aggravating their sore spots.

Jiang Fan walked behind his desk and focused his mind on the system's online store.

With 320,000 life points in hand, he didn't need to hesitate at all.

"Exchange for the complete lyrics, music, and arrangement of 'Wanjiang' and 'Misplaced Time and Space'."

[500 lifespan points consumed; exchange successful.]

A wealth of music theory knowledge, sheet music, and arrangement details flooded into my mind instantly.

Jiang Fan picked up the paper and pen on the table and began to write quickly.

On the sofa, Tang Yingxue and Su Yuyan leaned weakly against each other, each holding a hot coffee.

The two men stared at the man behind the desk, who was writing furiously, their eyes filled with complex emotions.

A dozen minutes later, Jiang Fan stopped writing and pushed the two sheets of music to either side of the table.

"Go back and wait for the arrangement demo." Jiang Fan looked up at the two of them.

"The one on the left is for Tang Yingxue, and the one on the right is for Su Yuyan." Jiang Fan leaned back in his chair and took a sip of his coffee.

Tang Yingxue put down her coffee cup and picked up the paper on the left.

"Ten Thousand Frontiers".

"The red sun rises in the east, its path bathed in rosy light. How fortunate I am to have been born into your embrace, to share your bloodline..."

After watching just one verse, Tang Yingxue was already shocked.

These words, these ideas—not a single empty slogan—capture the spirit of patriotism with both grandeur and deep affection.

This is practically tailor-made for the CCTV Spring Festival Gala!

Beside her, Su Yuyan picked up the book on the right, "Misplaced Time and Space".

"I felt the evening breeze that you felt, so does that mean we've embraced..."

Su Yuyan looked at the label on the chorus: May Fourth Special Edition, incorporating elements of historical dialogue.

As the head of Time Media, she immediately saw through the terrifying energy behind the song.

This dialogue across time and space perfectly combines the comfort of modern life with the bloodshed and sacrifice of our ancestors.

The two women exchanged a glance and both saw the shock in each other's eyes.

ten minutes.

He casually wrote two national treasure-level masterpieces that were enough to dominate the entire Chinese music scene.

This ability to dominate in a specialized field is even more despair-inducing than his stamina in bed.

They suddenly realized that all the suffering they had endured in the chaotic battle last night was insignificant compared to these two pieces of paper.