Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

In the kitchen, Shen Nian carried out two steaming bowls of tomato and egg noodles and placed them on the dining table.

"Eat up." She handed the chopsticks to Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan took the chopsticks, picked up a noodle, and put it in his mouth. The sweet and sour taste was just right, and the cooking time was perfect.

The two sat facing each other and finished their meal quietly.

Shen Nian quickly and efficiently cleaned up the dishes and put them in the dishwasher.

She dried her hands, walked up to Jiang Fan, her cheeks flushed.

"Go sit in the living room for a while, I'm going to change my clothes."

Jiang Fan nodded, turned around, and sat down on the sofa in the living room.

Shen Nian turned off the living room ceiling light, leaving only a warm yellow floor lamp on.

Ten minutes later.

"Click." The bedroom doorknob turned.

Jiang Fan looked up.

Shen Nian walked out from behind the door barefoot.

She changed into a "Jade Rabbit Spirit" outfit with a strong exotic flair.

The bright red sheer strapless top barely covered her vital parts, leaving a large expanse of her fair skin exposed to the air around her waist.

Her lower body was covered by a pair of lantern pants with slits up to the top of her thighs, the fabric as thin as a cicada's wing.

What's most eye-catching are the little golden bells hanging from her waist and ankles.

Ring. Ring.

With each step she took forward, the bell rang crisply.

Shen Nian bit her lower lip, mimicking the actions in the script, twisting her waist as she slowly moved closer to the sofa.

It was youthful and innocent, yet it possessed a fatal allure.

Jiang Fan leaned back on the sofa, clasped his hands on his knees, adopting a posture of deep meditation.

Shen Nian stopped in front of him, her golden anklet shimmering under the light.

She placed her hands on Jiang Fan's shoulders, lifted her right leg, and straddled his lap.

A rich, exotic fragrance mixed with her natural scent wafted into Jiang Fan's nostrils.

"My lord, look how beautiful the moon and flowers are today! Why not seize the day and enjoy ourselves?"

Shen Nian lowered her voice deliberately, her tone soft and sweet.

She hooked her arms around Jiang Fan's neck, leaned forward, and her nose almost touched Jiang Fan's chin.

Jiang Fan looked at her face, which was so close to his.

Those clear eyes were filled with undisguised longing and ingratiation.

Jiang Fan's Adam's apple bobbed.

"Princess, you can't do this."

Upon hearing the lines, Shen Nian became even more immersed in the role.

Instead of moving away, she pressed herself even closer.

The golden bell at her waist jingled rapidly with her movements.

"My lord, why are you always avoiding me?"

Jiang Fan shoved Shen Nian away.

"Princess, please have some self-respect."

Shen Nian was pushed so hard that she leaned back.

She raised an eyebrow, and a fierce look was forced into her usually cool and aloof eyes.

"You Tang Dynasty monk, stop pretending! Tonight you are my prince consort, you can't fly away even if you have wings. Just come and rest with me."

Jiang Fan originally just wanted to play along with her.

But Shen Nian's deliberately fierce demeanor, coupled with the deadly sound of the bell, directly ignited his anger.

"it is good."

Jiang Fan uttered a single word.

Shen Nian was taken aback for a moment, "Huh? I haven't finished acting yet—"

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Fan grabbed her slender waist with both hands.

Shen Nian gasped as her back sank into the soft sofa cushions.

Shen Nian's face instantly turned red, and she placed her hands on Jiang Fan's chest, seemingly both rejecting and welcoming him.

"Jiang Fan...don't tear your clothes, they're borrowed from the film crew..."

"We'll compensate them with ten sets tomorrow."

With a "hissing" sound.

The sheer fabric ripped, and a piece of bright red cloth fell onto the dark leather sofa.

The air in the living room instantly warmed up.

Ring. Ring.

The intermittent ringing of the bells transformed into a continuous, rapid sound.

Jiang Fan had a thought.

God-level movement technique activated.

Shen Nian's eyes widened suddenly. Her brain was completely unable to process this change in frequency, and her vocal cords went out of control, emitting a series of broken syllables.

"No—Jiang Fan—"

The sound of bells blended into a sharp buzzing.

Shen Nian straightened her legs and curled her toes tightly before collapsing completely onto the sofa.

A large water stain spread across the surface of the leather sofa, dripping down the leather grain and onto the wooden floor.

Shen Nian gasped for breath, her hair soaked with sweat and stuck to her forehead.

Jiang Fan straightened up, looked at the woman on the sofa who had lost her fighting spirit, and shook his head.

"Too weak."

He bent down, put his hands under Shen Nian's armpits and knees, and lifted her up horizontally.

Shen Nian closed her eyes, her head resting limply against Jiang Fan's chest, mumbling incoherently, "You...you're not human..."

Jiang Fan carried her into the bedroom and tossed her onto the large double bed.

"The second half begins now."

……

The bedroom light was off, with only a sliver of light coming in from the living room.

The bell rang again, its sound even more muffled than when it rang on the sofa.

Shen Nian gripped the bedsheets tightly with her fingers, using all the lung capacity she had developed from singing to gasp for breath and beg for mercy.

"Jiang Fan... I really can't go on..."

With the aid of divine-level movement techniques, Shen Nian felt like a small boat tossed about in a storm, on the verge of disintegrating at any moment.

After an unknown amount of time, the bell finally stopped ringing.

Shen Nian fell into a deep sleep, tears still clinging to the corners of her eyes.

The next morning.

Sunlight streamed into the bedroom through the gaps in the curtains.

Jiang Fan opened his eyes, and several lines of red characters popped up at the edge of his vision.

[Deep Compatibility x3, Lifespan +3000 points.]

Current lifespan: 330300 points.

Shen Nian lay beside him, fast asleep.

The gold bell on her ankle still hung there, trembling slightly with her breathing.

Jiang Fan threw back the covers and got out of bed. He went to the living room and poured himself a glass of warm water.

The water stains on the leather sofa had dried, leaving a large, obvious mark, and tattered pieces of bright red gauze were scattered on the floor.

Nine o'clock in the morning.

Jiang Fan pushed open the door of Fanyin Studio.

When Zhou Yutong, the receptionist, saw Jiang Fan enter, she immediately stood up straight.

"Good morning, Brother Jiang. Chairman Tang has been waiting in your private recording studio for half an hour."

Jiang Fan nodded and walked straight to the end of the corridor.

Push open the heavy soundproof door of the recording studio.

Tang Yingxue stood in front of the microphone, wearing monitoring headphones, and holding the sheet music for "Wanjiang".

She wore a tight black turtleneck sweater paired with dark blue skinny jeans, showing off her curves.

Hearing the door open, Tang Yingxue turned her head, her eyes filled with resentment.

"Why did you take so long to arrive?"

"There was a traffic jam on the way." Jiang Fan walked to the mixing console, pulled out a chair, and sat down. "Is your voice ready?"

"It's been ready for a while now." Tang Yingxue raised her chin and placed the sheet music on the music stand.

Jiang Fan pushed up the clipper and pressed the record button.

"Just play the whole thing, let me hear your Peking Opera singing."

As the intro begins, the grand and majestic arrangement resonates through the monitor speakers.

Tang Yingxue closed her eyes and quickly got into the zone.

"The red sun rises in the east, its great road is filled with rosy light..."

Her voice was incredibly powerful, steadily holding up the grand accompaniment.

In the chorus, the transition between true and falsetto voices is incredibly smooth, conveying a rich emotional range.

Jiang Fan leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the table.

As a top star, Tang Yingxue's professional skills are impeccable.

The progress bar has reached the opera singing section.

Tang Yingxue took a deep breath, and her voice instantly changed.

Clear, high-pitched, and full of twists and turns, a single line of opera singing directly elevates the song's patriotic sentiments to their peak.

The song ended.

The recording studio fell silent for a few seconds. Tang Yingxue took off her headphones, looked at Jiang Fan outside the glass window, and her eyes were filled with smugness.

"How is it?"

Jiang Fan pressed the intercom button.

"Not bad. Just make the pronunciation of the operatic parts a little smoother. Let's do it again."

Tang Yingxue raised an eyebrow but did not refute.

For a full two hours, Tang Yingxue sang the song more than a dozen times in the recording studio.

After the last take, her throat was practically burning.

"It's done." Jiang Fan saved the file. "Perfect."

Tang Yingxue pushed open the soundproof door and walked out of the recording studio.

She walked to the mixing console, picked up the bottled water on the table, unscrewed it, and filled half the bottle.

A few strands of hair, damp with sweat, clung to her fair neck.

"I'm exhausted." Tang Yingxue put down the water bottle and straddled Jiang Fan's lap.

She wrapped her arms around Jiang Fan's neck, her eyes glazed over.

Jiang Fan placed his hands on her waist.

"What are you doing? Still want to stay here?"

Tang Yingxue lowered her waist slightly.

"That bitch Su Yuyan was causing trouble the whole time that day, I couldn't even unleash my full potential." She raised her chin, her eyes defiant. "Let's have a one-on-one fight today, do you dare?"