Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

Gu Qingqiu hung up Jiang Fan's call.

Immediately press the intercom button on the desk. "Connect to the Greater China Business Director."

"Notify Gucci, Puda, Diao... and six other brands to immediately and unilaterally terminate all contracts with Ye Anran. The reason given is damage to their image. The legal department will follow up and claim the highest level of damages for breach of contract."

"I want to see the termination announcement trending on social media within an hour."

Half an hour later, in Shanghai, at Ye Anran's personal studio.

Fang Jie gripped her phone tightly.

"Anran... Gu Chi has sent a termination letter."

After hanging up the phone, Fangjie's legs went weak, and she slumped onto the sofa next to her.

"Anran, Puda, Diao, Xiangnaier... all have stopped."

The news is trending on Weibo: six international luxury brands almost simultaneously released statements announcing the termination of their contracts.

The reason is the same: Ms. Ye Anran's recent negative public opinion has seriously violated the brand image, and all cooperation is suspended from today.

Along with terminating the contract, a lawyer's letter demanding exorbitant compensation was also attached.

"Anran, what do we do?" Fangjie couldn't hold back her tears, covering her face with her hands. "If this continues, the studio will go bankrupt."

The finance manager pushed open the door and put several reports on the desk.

"Sister Fang, the breach of contract fees for the six high-end companies add up to more than 300 million yuan. Just ten minutes ago, the company's corporate account was frozen by the court."

The public relations director followed closely behind and handed in a resignation letter.

"Sister Fang, we can't suppress the smear articles. Chairman Wang of Longyao Media has said that anyone in the industry who dares to take our jobs is going against Longyao. Sorry, I still have to support my family."

Within half a day, more than half of the people in the studio had left.

The office area was empty, with only scraps of paper scattered on the floor.

Night falls at Ye Anran's private villa.

Two empty wine bottles lay overturned on the coffee table.

Ye Anran sat on the carpet, holding a half-glass of red wine in her hand. She was wearing loose pajamas and her hair was messy.

Fangjie pushed the door open and rushed forward, snatching the wine glass away.

"Stop drinking!" Her voice was hoarse, and her bloodshot eyes glared at Ye Anran. "Think of something!"

Ye Anran raised her head, her eyes vacant.

"What can I do? Wang Qiang wants to kill me, and Chen Kai is using me to clear his name. I don't even have a way to speak out. What can I do?"

"Go beg Wang Qiang!" Sister Fang squatted down and grabbed Ye Anran's shoulders tightly. "Go and apologize to him. Go and offer him a toast. There's a gathering in Beijing tonight, he and several big investors are there. Go and have a few drinks with them, lower your stance, and ask them to go easy on us and let us live!"

Ye Anran stared at Fang Jie as if she were looking at a stranger.

"Accompany you for drinks?"

"Even at a time like this, you're still putting on airs like a diva?" Sister Fang raised her voice, her tone harsh. "Three hundred million in breach of contract fees! Are you going to go to jail instead of entertaining clients? If you want to die, don't drag me down with you!"

"Get out." Ye Anran raised her hand and pointed to the door.

"safely……"

"I told you to get lost!"

Ye Anran grabbed an empty wine bottle from the table and smashed it against the wall.

Glass shards were scattered all over the ground.

Fangjie stood up, gave a cold laugh, picked up her bag, and slammed the door shut as she left.

The living room became completely quiet.

Ye Anran hugged her knees, buried her face in her arms, and shrugged her shoulders slightly.

Just then, the door was pushed open, and several bodyguards in black stood in two rows on either side.

Gu Qingqiu walked into the living room in high heels.

She was wearing a burgundy cashmere trench coat, with her long hair flowing over her shoulders, and she exuded a very strong aura.

Ye Anran stood up and looked at the newcomer warily.

"Who are you?"

Gu Qingqiu waved her hand, and the bodyguards left, closing the door behind them.

"Shengda Group, Gu Qingqiu."

Ye Anran swayed slightly and reached out to steady herself on the back of the sofa.

The Greater China general agents for those six high-end luxury brands are all in the hands of Shengda Group.

"You did it." Ye Anran swayed slightly and grabbed the back of the sofa for support.

Gu Qingqiu walked to the sofa and sat down, her gaze brazenly sweeping over Ye Anran.

"Empress Ye, nice to meet you. Do you like the gift I gave you?"

"I have no grudge against you, why are you treating me like this?"

"In the business world, there are no grudges, only interests."

Gu Qingqiu stood up and walked to Ye Anran.

She raised her hand, her fingertips landing on Ye Anran's cheek.

"She has a good-looking face; no wonder she became the number one diva in the Chinese entertainment industry."

Slide your fingers down your cheek to your chin and pinch it gently.

"What do you want to do?" Ye Anran asked through gritted teeth.

Gu Qingqiu leaned closer, her warm breath brushing against Ye Anran's cheek.

"I can settle the 300 million yuan breach of contract penalty for you. I can also shut up Longyao Media's blacklist."

Gu Qingqiu looked at her, her voice low.

"The conditions are very simple."

"What are the conditions?"

Gu Qingqiu's gaze swept downwards, lingering on the neckline of her pajamas.

"Be my canary."

Ye Anran was stunned. She looked at the undisguised desire in Gu Qingqiu's eyes.

"Get out of my way!" Ye Anran suddenly exerted her strength, slapped Gu Qingqiu's hand away, and took two steps back.

She was breathing rapidly, and her shoulders were trembling uncontrollably.

"You're dreaming! Even if I, Ye Anran, go bankrupt, I will never sell myself out!"

Gu Qingqiu looked at her hand, which was red from being slapped, but didn't care at all.

She took a wet wipe out of her bag, wiped her hands, and tossed it onto the coffee table.

"Empress Ye, you've got some backbone." Gu Qingqiu tossed the wet wipe onto the coffee table. "We'll see how long you can hold out."

Gu Qingqiu turned and walked towards the gate.

She stopped at the door and looked back.

"Let me give you a heads-up. Besides me, there's another man in this industry who can save you. But his appetite is much bigger than mine right now."

The door closed, and Ye Anran slumped onto the carpet.

Gu Qingqiu's words before she left echoed in his mind.

The spacious CEO's office came into view.

Jiang Fan sat in the swivel chair. "You'll come back begging me. Then, the price won't be the same."

Ye Anran closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face.

Half a month has passed, and Ye Anran has emptied all her personal savings to make up for it, but it is still a drop in the bucket. The daily penalties and late fees for breach of contract at the studio are like a bottomless pit.

She contacted a real estate agent and put the private villa where she had lived for three years up for sale. The car, jewelry, and luxury watches were also sold.

Even so, there is still a shortfall of 100 million.

Late at night, Ye Anran stood under the eaves of a convenience store on the street, dragging a suitcase.

She wore a baseball cap and a mask, looking at the meager 3,000 yuan balance remaining in her mobile banking account.

Open the Contacts app.

Those directors and producers who used to call her brothers are now all unreachable by phone, and some have even blocked her.

The screen scrolled to the bottom and stopped at Jiang Fan's name.