Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

Chapter 62: Write one poem, return two.

afterwards.

The two sat on the carpet in the recording studio, their backs against the wall.

The walls are covered with sound-absorbing cotton, which is soft and not uncomfortable.

Xu Qingya's trench coat was crumpled up and thrown on the ground, with a small patch getting wet.

The recording studio was so soundproofed that it was so quiet you could hear each other's rapid breathing.

Xu Qingya turned to the side, picked up Jiang Fan's left hand, and looked at the watch.

"Did you break anything when you fell?"

Jiang Fan rotated his wrist. "Sturdy."

Xu Qingya snorted.

"This watch costs 1.2 million. Be careful."

Jiang Fan looked down at his wrist.

One million two hundred thousand?

When he was a security guard, it would take him thirty years of not eating or drinking to afford it.

"You should have said so earlier. I wouldn't have worn it then."

Xu Qingya smiled and rested her head on Jiang Fan's shoulder.

Her hair fell down and brushed against the side of his neck, making him feel a little itchy.

There are no windows in the recording studio, so you can't see the sky outside.

The two of them just sat there.

After an unknown amount of time, Xu Qingya spoke.

"I don't like you getting too close to Su Yuyan."

"understood."

"What does 'I understand' mean? Does it mean 'I heard it' or 'I agree'?"

"I heard it."

Xu Qingya reached out and pinched his waist.

Jiang Fan took a breath but didn't dodge.

This spot has been twisted at least five times; it's almost become muscle memory.

"Empress Xu, you must have practiced your grip strength, right?"

Xu Qingya didn't reply, but her fingers loosened.

The two remained silent for a while.

The small clock on the mixing console jumped to 6:30.

Xu Qingya stood up first.

She bent down to pick up the trench coat from the ground, shook it a couple of times, and instead of wearing it, tucked it under her arm.

The high heels were askew next to the piano, one upright and one upside down. She walked over and put them on, instantly gaining seven or eight centimeters in height.

Xu Qingya seemed like a completely different person after putting on the shoes.

The aura is back.

The "Queen Mode" has been relaunched.

"You see me out."

Jiang Fan stood up and buttoned up his shirt.

The two walked out of the recording studio and through the corridor of the office area.

Xu Qingya paused when she reached the front desk.

She glanced at the "Fanyin Culture" logo pasted on the wall behind the reception desk.

Who came up with your company name?

"Li Cheng".

"That's so outdated."

I think so too.

"The car's downstairs." She didn't turn around. "No need to see me off."

"I'll take you downstairs."

"Need not."

The elevator doors opened, and Xu Qingya stepped inside, turned around, and pressed the open button.

Jiang Fan stood outside the elevator.

The two people stared at each other through a car door less than two meters wide.

"Jiang Fan".

"Um."

"From now on, for every poem you write for her, you have to return two to me. That's the rule."

Jiang Fan couldn't help but twitch his lips.

Xu Qingya glared at him.

That look probably translates to something like, "If you dare laugh, I'll kill you."

"Okay." Jiang Fan nodded.

Xu Qingya released her grip.

The elevator doors began to close.

Her voice drifted out from inside when the door was closed only a crack.

"And—that watch, keep it on. Don't let me see you take it off."

The elevator doors closed.

Jiang Fan stood there for two seconds, then turned and walked back to his office.

He looked down at his left wrist.

One million two hundred thousand.

He had never even worn a digital watch that cost 120 yuan before.

He picked up his phone from the table; there was an unread message.

Su Yuyan's.

"I received the song, and I really like it. Also, Shen Nian's spot has been confirmed. You can have Li Cheng sign the contract with the contact person."

Jiang Fan replied with an "okay" and put his phone in his pocket.

He glanced out the window.

The rain lessened, the streetlights came on, and the light shone on the wet road.

He turned off the office lights, left, and locked the door.

In the apartment building's elevator, Jiang Fan didn't go back to his twenty-first floor.

He pressed 23 directly.

The elevator doors opened.

The second room on the left at the end of the corridor is Shen Nian's room.

He knocked gently on the door.

After about ten seconds, the door opened a crack.

Shen Nian was wearing a black hoodie, with only her fingertips showing.

Her hair was casually tied into a ponytail, and her face was pale, but she looked much better than a week ago.

"it's me."

Shen Nian opened the door and took two steps back to let him in.

The new apartment is so much better than the one she used to live in.

It's 50 square meters, one bedroom and one living room, and the furniture was arranged by Li Cheng.

There was a laptop on the coffee table in the living room, its screen still lit up, with a music production software open.

There was a half-full glass of water and two strips of unfinished medicine next to it.

Jiang Fan sat down on the sofa.

"Don't worry about the lawsuit next Monday. The lawyers are almost ready. Sheng Hai is too busy to handle his own affairs right now, so they'll make concessions during the pre-trial mediation."

Shen Nian sat down in the chair opposite her, placing her hands on her knees.

"What are the conditions?"

"Copyright returned, plus economic compensation, and Huaxingyu issued a public apology."

Shen Nian clenched her fists, then relaxed them.

A public apology was issued.

She had been thinking about those four words for a year, even dreaming about them.

Will he agree?

"He has no choice." Jiang Fan's tone was calm. "You should have seen the news about Sheng Hai's current situation. Hua Xingyu has already been abandoned by the company. If he doesn't agree, Cao Qiming will agree for him."

Shen Nian remained silent.

He stared at his hands resting on his knees for a few seconds, then nodded.

"There's something else." Jiang Fan leaned back on the sofa. "A variety show is looking for you. Li Cheng will handle the details with you."

Shen Nian raised her head.

"What variety show?"

"The Voice of China. It's on Hunan TV."

Shen Nian was stunned.

The Voice of Heaven.

It is a top-tier music variety show in China, consistently ranking among the top three in viewership, and each season produces at least two A-list singers.

"Why...why are you looking for me?"

"We fought for this spot. Recording will be on the 15th of next month."

Shen Nian stood up from the chair and then sat down again.

"Am I in a good enough condition...?"

This question wasn't directed at Jiang Fan, but rather at herself.

The last time I performed on stage was the night of the guest performance battle.

The moment the stage lights shone down, her hands trembled, and it was only Jiang Fan's voice that kept her from collapsing.

On the stage of "The Voice of China", she had to hold on all by herself.

"Didn't you also participate in the guest singing competition?" Jiang Fan looked at her.

"That's different. That time you were there—" Shen Nian started to say, but then swallowed the rest of her words.

"I'll give you the song in advance," Jiang Fan said. "There are still more than three weeks between now and recording, enough time for you to prepare."

Shen Nian looked at Jiang Fan, her eyes a little red, but she didn't shed a tear.

She cried so much that year that she eventually got annoyed with herself.

"it is good."

"Okay, I'll go now. You should get some rest."

"Li Cheng will take you to see a lawyer before the court hearing next week to go through the process. Don't overthink it; it's useless to worry."

Jiang Fan stood up and walked towards the door.

Shen Nian followed behind him.

"Jiang Fan".

"Um?"

"Thanks......"

She paused, shook her head, and swallowed the rest of her words.

The door closed.