Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

Jiang Fan put down his pen and looked at the two exhausted people on the sofa.

"The arrangement will take two more days, you guys go back first."

Su Yuyan's phone vibrated in her bag. She answered the call, listened for a few words, and her expression returned to its usual coldness.

"There's an emergency shareholders' meeting at Times Media, and I have to go back immediately." Su Yuyan struggled to her feet, holding onto the sofa armrest.

Her legs were still trembling, and her body swayed slightly as her high heels touched the carpet.

Jiang Fan glanced at her: "Do you want Li Cheng to give you a ride?"

"No need." Su Yuyan turned to look at Tang Yingxue, who was slumped on the sofa. "Chairwoman Tang, we can settle the score from last night later."

Tang Yingxue rolled her eyes and lay down in a more comfortable position: "President Su, take care on your way, watch your step, don't break your leg."

Su Yuyan snorted coldly and pushed open the door to leave.

Only Jiang Fan and Tang Yingxue remained in the office.

"Aren't you going back to Kyoto?" Jiang Fan opened the music production software on his computer and put on his monitoring headphones.

"I'm not going back." Tang Yingxue kicked off her high heels, curled her long legs up on the sofa, and said, "I'm not going anywhere until the arrangement for this song is finished."

She watched Jiang Fan's retreating figure and pouted, "Besides, I'm in such a state now that I don't even have the strength to go to the airport, all thanks to you."

Jiang Fan ignored her complaints and his fingers flew across the keyboard.

The arrangement of "Wanjiang" is extremely complex, requiring the integration of a large number of ethnic musical instruments.

The music includes a guzheng, a bamboo flute, a large drum, and a section of traditional opera singing.

With the master-level music theory and arrangement skills granted by the system, Jiang Fan operated with effortless ease.

Tang Yingxue lay on the sofa, closing her eyes to rest.

The monitor speakers emitted a layered sound of audio tracks, with powerful drumbeats and melodious flute sounds, creating an epic and grand atmosphere.

She sat up straight, her eyes glued to Jiang Fan in front of the computer, unable to look away.

"Come here, try out a bit of Peking Opera singing." Jiang Fan beckoned to her.

Tang Yingxue stood up, stepped barefoot onto the carpet, and walked behind Jiang Fan.

As she bent down to look at the audio track on the screen, her legs, which had been strained the night before, suddenly went weak, and she fell forward.

Jiang Fan spun the boss's chair, put one arm around her waist, and pulled her into his arms, letting her sit on his lap.

"What, haven't you had enough of being tormented yet? Now you want to throw yourself into my arms?"

Tang Yingxue's cheeks flushed, and she glared at him: "It's all because you...acted like an animal last night."

She didn't struggle. She leaned against Jiang Fan, wrapped her arms around his neck, and looked at the complex audio tracks on the screen, her heart racing.

"Jiang Fan".

"Um?"

"From now on, you'll be in charge of Universal Entertainment." Tang Yingxue pressed her face against his chest, her tone lacking its usual arrogance.

Jiang Fan patted her on the back: "I don't have time for that. Let's focus on perfecting this line of opera singing first."

At 5 p.m., the arrangement demo of "Wanjiang" was basically completed.

Tang Yingxue put on her headphones and listened to the whole thing. She was so excited that she was trembling all over.

"With this song, I'm absolutely in a league of my own at this year's Spring Festival Gala!"

Tang Yingxue excitedly wrapped her arms around Jiang Fan's neck and leaned forward to give him a passionate kiss.

Just then.

"Bang."

The office door was pushed open without warning.

Xu Qingya stood at the door.

She was wearing a long, off-white coat, her long hair was down to her shoulders, and she was carrying a silver thermos.

Looking past the desk, Tang Yingxue sat barefoot on Jiang Fan's lap, her arms wrapped around his neck, their lips less than three centimeters apart.

Li Cheng stood outside the door, wanting to stop them but not daring to.

"Li Cheng, close the door."

"Okay! Alright!" Li Cheng felt like he had been granted a pardon. He quickly closed the door and hung up a "No Disturbance" sign outside.

The atmosphere in the office was eerily quiet.

Xu Qingya stared at Tang Yingxue with an extremely cold gaze.

She knew Jiang Fan had many women around him, but seeing her nemesis sitting on her man's lap was a completely different matter.

A sour feeling welled up inside her, but Xu Qingya didn't react.

She was Jiang Fan's first woman, so in this situation, whoever threw a tantrum first would lose the upper hand.

Xu Qingya walked to the desk in her high heels.

"Get down." Xu Qingya looked at Tang Yingxue, her tone commanding and leaving no room for argument.

Tang Yingxue raised an eyebrow, but instead of letting go, she hugged Jiang Fan's neck even tighter.

"Empress Xu is quite nosy, huh?" Tang Yingxue raised her chin slightly, a provocative smile playing on her lips. "Jiang Fan didn't even let me leave, who do you think you are?"

Having been humiliated by Gu Qingqiu, Tang Yingxue was worried about where to retaliate when Xu Qingya came knocking. She was determined not to back down.

Xu Qingya ignored her, her gaze passing over Tang Yingxue and landing directly on Jiang Fan's face.

His eyes conveyed only one meaning—you decide what to do.

Jiang Fan looked at Xu Qingya, raised his hand, and grabbed Tang Yingxue's wrist, which was wrapped around his neck.

"Jiang Fan, you..." Tang Yingxue was stunned.

Jiang Fan pulled Tang Yingxue's hand away and gave her a push on the waist.

"Get down first, it won't have a good impact."

Tang Yingxue was pushed to her feet. Her legs were already weak, and she staggered a step before she could steady herself by holding onto the desk.

The coldness in Xu Qingya's eyes dissipated considerably, and a smile curved her lips.

She placed the thermos on her desk and unscrewed the lid.

The rich aroma of chicken soup filled the office.

Xu Qingya took out a small bowl, filled it with soup, stirred it with a spoon, and pushed it in front of Jiang Fan.

"It's been simmering for three hours, drink it while it's hot." Xu Qingya said gently, completely ignoring Tang Yingxue next to her.

Jiang Fan picked up the bowl, took a spoonful, and drank.

"Hmm, it tastes good."

Xu Qingya smiled, turned her head, and looked at Tang Yingxue, whose face was ashen.

"If Chairman Tang is hungry, he can order takeout," Xu Qingya said calmly. "This soup is only enough for him; there's no portion for you."

To kill someone is to destroy their spirit.

Tang Yingxue's chest heaved violently. As the chairman of Universal Entertainment, how could she have ever suffered such humiliation?

"Xu Qingya, don't be so smug." Tang Yingxue sneered. "Do you know what Jiang Fan was doing just now?"

Xu Qingya didn't reply, just stared at her coldly.

"He's writing a song for me for the Spring Festival Gala." Tang Yingxue raised her chin and uttered two words, "Wanjiang".

Xu Qingya's eyes flickered slightly as her gaze swept over the densely packed audio tracks on the computer screen.

Tang Yingxue keenly caught her reaction, and her confidence instantly returned.

"Main theme, grand scale. Jiang Fan personally handled the lyrics, music, and arrangement. The CCTV Spring Festival Gala's director team wanted the closing performance, and it had to be me." Tang Yingxue crossed her arms and looked down at Xu Qingya.

Xu Qingya remained silent for two seconds.

She turned to look at Jiang Fan, who was slowly sipping his soup without interrupting.

Xu Qingya looked away.

"What a coincidence. The CCTV Spring Festival Gala directing team also sent me an invitation last night."

Tang Yingxue's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Prime time, solo performance." Xu Qingya looked at Tang Yingxue and said, word by word, "Song: 'As You Wish'."

The air fell silent again, and the color drained from Tang Yingxue's face little by little.

She suffered endless torment in Gu Qingqiu's manor, and the trump card she obtained after giving everything—

Xu Qingya didn't need to fight for it; she already had it in her hands.