Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the hotel's floor-length curtains.

Ye Anran opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling, her consciousness gradually returning.

There was no fatigue from being over-exploited as expected, nor the heavy oppression brought about by being strangled by capital in recent days.

Her body felt light, and her limbs seemed to be filled with a long-lost vitality.

Ye Anran threw off the covers and stepped barefoot onto the carpet.

She walked to the bathroom, pushed open the glass door, and stood in front of the sink.

Ye Anran was stunned when she saw her reflection in the mirror.

For the past two weeks, she has been suffering from insomnia due to the huge penalty for breach of contract and the negative rumors circulating online.

The dark circles under my eyes couldn't be covered even with the thickest concealer.

But now, the woman in the mirror has fair and radiant skin with a healthy blush.

The fine pores are barely visible, and the fine lines around the eyes have completely disappeared.

She looked radiant, even better than when she first debuted.

Ye Anran reached out and touched her cheek, feeling the smooth and firm texture on her fingertips.

This isn't just my imagination; could it be because of last night?

The scene from last night flashed through Ye Anran's mind.

Jiang Fan's forceful demands, that ultimate experience that threw her completely to the clouds.

A tingling, sore feeling returned to my lower back.

Ye Anran unconsciously brought her legs together, a strange heat rising from her lower abdomen.

She seems to be addicted to that man.

This realization made her feel ashamed, but more than that, it was a longing.

The abandonment by capital, the suppression by Chen Kai, and the online abuse were all insignificant in the face of that ultimate pleasure.

"Click".

The suite door was pushed open.

Jiang Fan walked in wearing a black bathrobe, the collar open, revealing his muscular chest.

Jiang Fan stopped when he saw Ye Anran standing at the bathroom door.

Ye Anran was only wearing a thin silk slip dress.

She did not back down, nor did she show the wariness she had when they first met last night.

She strode over and walked directly to Jiang Fan.

Raising her hands, Ye Anran climbed onto Jiang Fan's neck and pressed her body against him on tiptoe.

"President Jiang," Ye Anran said softly, her voice filled with flattery and pleading.

Jiang Fan raised an eyebrow; Ye Anran must have noticed the changes happening to her.

He put one arm around Ye Anran's slender waist and supported her thigh with the other, then lifted her up in his arms.

Ye Anran wrapped her arms around his waist, buried her face in the crook of his neck, and took a deep breath of his scent.

The morning light is just right.

Another lively exchange ensued.

Ye Anran abandoned all the reserve that belonged to a diva and completely cooperated with Jiang Fan's rhythm.

Only heavy breathing and the sounds of bodies colliding remained in the room.

An hour later.

Jiang Fan leaned against the headboard, Ye Anran nestled against his chest, her long hair disheveled.

Her eyes were closed, her lips were slightly parted, and a satisfied smile played on her lips.

"Chen Kai called you expressionless online, are you convinced?" Jiang Fan suddenly asked.

Ye Anran slowly opened her eyes, her gaze darkening.

"The script for 'Martial Arts' is completely illogical." Ye Anran's voice was somewhat muffled. "Chen Kai never gave any acting instructions on set, he just let me pose. In the end, the box office flopped, and he blamed it all on me."

"But he's right about one thing," Jiang Fan said, looking down at her. "You really can't act."

Ye Anran propped herself up and looked directly into Jiang Fan's eyes.

She could accept Jiang Fan conquering her physically, but in the professional field, she possessed the pride befitting a top-tier diva.

"I've won two Golden Rooster Awards for Best Actress," Ye Anran retorted.

"That's an art film. You can just play yourself," Jiang Fan flicked his cigarette ash. "But commercial films are different. You're being too pretentious."

Ye Anran bit her lower lip and remained silent.

"There's one more important character left in Journey to the West," Jiang Fan said, looking at her. "I'm thinking of letting you give him a try."

Ye Anran was stunned for a moment, then an excited expression appeared on her face.

"Really? Which character?"

"Chang'e, the most beautiful woman in Heaven. High above, aloof and lonely. That perfectly matches your current situation and persona."

Ye Anran frowned.

"I've read Journey to the West. Chang'e has very little screen time; she's just a background character. Can this help me turn things around?"

"You're just a background character in other people's scripts. In mine, you're not." Jiang Fan patted her waist. "Get up. I'll teach you myself."

Ye Anran threw off the covers and casually put on a white hotel bathrobe, loosely tying the belt around her waist.

Jiang Fan walked to the French windows, turned around and looked at her.

"Chang'e's core performance revolves around 'aloofness' and 'disgust.' If Marshal Tianpeng were to flirt with you, how would you react?"

She slightly raised her chin, her eyes turned cold, and her brows furrowed.

Jiang Fan shook his head.

"It's so fake. This part of the scene has no lines; it relies entirely on eye contact and movements."

Jiang Fan unleashed his masterful acting skills, his eyes transforming from their original languidness into a lewd, greedy yet somewhat timid obsession.

He was hunched over, his steps unsteady, staring intently at Ye Anran.

Ye Anran felt a chill run down her spine from that gaze and unconsciously took a half step back.

"See that? That's Tianpeng. Your reaction just now is like an ordinary woman encountering a thug, not Chang'e."

Ye Anran adjusted her breathing and tried again.

Jiang Fan interrupted without hesitation. "No. Your gaze is too intense."

"Let's try again. Tuck your chin in a little."

"No. Your gaze needs to be a little more haughty."

Jiang Fan, with his masterful acting skills, patiently taught her again and again.

Ye Anran adjusted her breathing repeatedly, trying to grasp the absolute indifference that belonged to the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden.

After half an hour.

Ye Anran stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

She watched as Jiang Fan, once again transformed into "Tianpeng" and pounced on her.

This time, she gracefully turned aside, lowered her eyelids slightly, and looked past Jiang Fan's shoulder, landing in the void.

His eyes were ethereal, conveying an inviolable holiness and an air of indifference.

Jiang Fan stopped what he was doing and nodded.

"Barely passable." Jiang Fan was finally satisfied. "Let's do it one last time."

Jiang Fan took two steps back and lunged at "Chang'e" again.

This time, Ye Anran didn't dodge; she opened her arms and threw herself into Jiang Fan's embrace.

The two collided, and Ye Anran tightly wrapped her arms around Jiang Fan's neck, her legs around his waist, and her whole body hanging on him.

The sash of the bathrobe came undone, exposing large expanses of fair skin to the air.

Jiang Fan was stunned for a moment. He supported Ye Anran's buttocks to prevent her from falling.

"Empress Ye, you're not holding back at all," Jiang Fan teased with a smile.

Ye Anran buried her face in his neck, her voice carrying a hint of coquettishness.

"Even Chang'e, who stayed in the Moon Palace for so long, must have felt cold. Mr. Jiang, I need you to explain the play to me in more detail."