Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

The curtains in the villa weren't fully drawn, and a ray of light cut in at an angle, landing right on the edge of the bed.

Xu Qingya lay on Jiang Fan's chest, sleeping soundly.

Jiang Fan placed his right hand behind his head and his left hand on her bare back, staring at the ceiling for a long time.

The system panel floats quietly on the right side of the field of view.

[Total Lifespan Gained: 4000 points] (Deep Compatibility x4)

Current lifespan: 17600 points

[Remaining lifespan: 5 days and 8 hours]

He did the mental calculation: 3000 points for thirty days of lifespan.

Current lifespan: 14600 points

[Remaining lifespan: 35 days and 8 hours]

Thirty-five days. Much more comfortable than when I first transmigrated.

Xu Qingya moved slightly and rubbed her face against the base of his neck.

Jiang Fan looked down at her.

The diva's eyebrows were relaxed, and her lips were slightly pouting, like a little girl who was still in bed.

Only the faint red marks above the collarbone reminded people of what happened last night.

Xu Qingya's eyelashes trembled, and she opened her eyes.

She leaned back and met Jiang Fan's gaze.

"Awake?" Jiang Fan's voice was a little hoarse.

Xu Qingya didn't say anything, but stretched out an arm and turned it over to look.

Her skin was so white it glowed, and you couldn't even find a single pore on the back of her hands.

Every time she spends a night with this man, her body undergoes these changes that defy common medical knowledge.

Xu Qingya propped herself up, and the blanket slid down her shoulders.

Why did you wake up so early?

"Settling accounts."

"What bill?"

"It's about figuring out how much longer you can live."

Xu Qingya thought he was joking and glared at him.

"Yesterday, Su Yuyan, what conditions did she offer you?"

"A full contract with Era Media, plus a verbal promise of a grand slam at the Golden Melody Awards."

"You refused?"

"Rejected."

"Before or after rejection?"

Jiang Fan paused for a moment.

"What before and after?"

Xu Qingya tilted her head to look at him, the meaning in her eyes needing no translation.

Jiang Fan didn't reply.

Xu Qingya withdrew her gaze: "Don't let me smell another woman's scent next time."

This woman has a better sense of smell than a police dog.

Last night, after leaving Su Yuyan's suite, he went back to the hotel to change his clothes and take a shower.

The scent of rose perfume on the shirt should have dissipated long ago.

Xu Qingya threw off the blanket, stepped barefoot onto the floor, and strode into the bathroom.

The door slammed shut with a "bang".

The sound of rushing water filled the air.

Jiang Fan touched his nose.

It's a shame the system hasn't developed any skills to counter women's sixth sense.

He threw off the covers, got out of bed, got dressed, and went to the kitchen.

There were eggs and milk in the refrigerator, so he made two simple breakfasts.

Forty minutes later, the bathroom door opened.

Xu Qingya came out wearing a white bathrobe, her hair wet and draped over her shoulders.

She glanced at the breakfast laid out on the table, walked straight to the dressing table, sat down, and picked up a towel to dry her hair.

Jiang Fan walked over, took the towel, and stood behind her to help her dry off.

Xu Qingya looked at Jiang Fan in the mirror. He was more than half a head taller than her. He gently stroked her hair from the top to the bottom with a towel wrapped in his palm.

"Has the address for Fanyin Studio been decided?" Xu Qingya asked, looking at Jiang Fan in the mirror.

"We'll use a short-term rental office for now."

"There are three empty office floors downstairs from Tianyu Media. Why don't you just move there?"

Jiang Fan's hands didn't stop moving.

"No need. Fanyin will operate independently."

Xu Qingya turned her head and stared into his eyes.

Are you afraid people will say you rely on women?

"I'm relying on you to stay alive anyway," Jiang Fan said frankly, meeting his gaze.

Xu Qingya was stunned for a moment.

She turned around, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"At least you have a conscience."

Breakfast was eaten quietly. Xu Qingya took a sip of milk and put down her cup.

"How's Shen Nian's case going?"

"Li Cheng is in contact with lawyers. Hua Xingyu's songs have been removed from all platforms, so he has a very good chance of winning the copyright case."

"Sheng Hai won't let this go. Cao Qiming is the kind of person who will always bite back if a piece of his flesh is bitten."

"He's too busy taking care of himself right now." Jiang Fan put the last bite of toast into his mouth. "Liu Qingyang's tax problems will keep him quiet for months."

Xu Qingya asked no more questions.

After finishing breakfast, she put the tray in the sink and when she came back, she saw that Jiang Fan had already stood up and was adjusting his cuffs.

"I have to go now."

"Do you have any plans for today?"

"Okay, let's go to the studio."

Jiang Fan turned and walked out.

Xu Qingya's voice came from behind.

"Jiang Fan," Xu Qingya called out to him.

Jiang Fan stopped in his tracks.

"You are not allowed to write songs for Su Yuyan."

The tone wasn't harsh, but there was no room for negotiation.

"OK."

Jiang Fan opened the door and went out.

Xu Qingya stood there, staring at the empty doorway, and didn't move for a long while.

She walked back to the dressing table, sat down, changed her clothes, and picked up the foundation.

The hand stopped in mid-air.

The face in the mirror didn't need any foundation at all.

Her pores and nasolabial folds disappeared, and her skin was so clear it looked like it was glowing, even cleaner than in her debut photo when she was eighteen.

Xu Qingya put the foundation back on the table.

"My skin looks better again."

There were too many things about this man that she couldn't explain.

It can cure her insomnia, write songs that crush the entire music scene, and make her skin age in reverse.

An orphan who grew up in a welfare home, now working as a night shift security guard with a monthly salary of 3,200 yuan.

Every word on the resume reads "ordinary".

But everything this person does points to the same conclusion—he is no ordinary person.

But Xu Qingya did not intend to pursue the matter further.

She knew all too well that once some answers were revealed, the relationship between the two of them might not be able to continue.

So she chose not to ask.

She wanted to keep this person by her side forever.

My phone vibrated.

News about Chen Lan.

"Qingya, Chen Weiyang has been officially terminated by EE-Media. Also, the master tapes of your new album 'Red Bean' have been sent for recording and are expected to be released next week. There's one more thing—"

Xu Qingya continued scrolling down.

"Su Yuyan of Times Media shared a clip of Jiang Fan's performance of 'Nocturne' on her personal social media this morning. The caption was just two words: 'Stunning'."

Xu Qingya's thumb hovered above the screen for three seconds.

She exited the chat window and opened Su Yuyan's Weibo homepage.

That post already has 20,000 comments.

The most liked comment reads: "Has Sister Yu Yan fallen for Jiang Fan? I'm totally shipping them!"

Xu Qingya placed her phone face down on the table.

She stood up, walked to the walk-in closet, and opened the innermost row of cabinet doors.

There was a neatly folded men's security guard uniform hanging inside.

It was the shirt Jiang Fan wore when he left Tianyu Entertainment, which she had Yang Lele retrieve from the security department.

Xu Qingya touched the tear mark on her sleeve with her fingers.

-

Fanyin Culture Studio.

Li Cheng laid out the three offers on the table; judging by the numbers alone, they were already top-tier treatment for a first-rate singer.

"We split the profits 80/20, the copyright belongs to Fanyin, and we have exclusive distribution rights for three years. We've crossed all three companies' bottom lines."

Li Cheng rubbed his hands together, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

He has been in the industry for over a decade and has mentored many top stars, but he has never seen a newcomer force the three major platforms to raise their prices simultaneously.

"Moreover, Zhang Lei from Tencent Music just sent me a message saying that if we sign today, the advance payment can be increased to 15 million."

Jiang Fan leaned back in his swivel chair, tapping his knuckles on the table.

"Then let's sign Tencent. After all, they have the widest distribution channels."