Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

Jiang Fan arrived at 6:05.

The private restaurant on the Bund is hidden on the second floor of an old Western-style house from the Republican era.

The storefront is small and has no sign; once you push the door open, you'll discover a hidden gem inside.

Several unidentified oil paintings hung on the wall, and the lighting was just right, making it impossible to see the faces of the people in them.

Su Yuyan was already sitting inside.

She changed into a black velvet dress, her hair was put up, and she wore a pair of delicate pearl earrings.

Her makeup was touched up again, and the beauty mark at the corner of her eye was made even more eye-catching by the glitter.

The professional woman who was just discussing music arrangement in the conference room has transformed into a bewitching enchantress after changing her outfit.

Jiang Fan pulled out a chair and sat down, glancing at the dishes on the table.

Garlic-roasted oysters, stir-fried eggs with chives, stewed lamb with goji berries, and oyster and tofu soup.

"Teacher Su."

"Um?"

"Are you treating me to dinner, or are you giving me a tonic?"

"These are the only signature dishes at this private kitchen restaurant. What are you thinking?"

Su Yuyan slowly raised her eyes to look at him.

"If you don't feel you need it, you don't have to eat it."

Jiang Fan picked up a soup spoon, scooped up a bowl of oyster soup, and took a big gulp.

"I didn't say I wouldn't eat it."

Su Yuyan took her phone out of her bag, turned on a page, and handed it to her.

Listen to this.

Jiang Fan took it.

The screen displays the finished remix of "Poisonous Perfume".

After listening to the entire song, Jiang Fan took off his headphones.

"No problem. You sang even better than I expected."

Su Yuyan's lips curled up slightly.

"I plan to go online in a couple of days."

"No rush." ​​Jiang Fan took a sip of soup.

Su Yuyan paused for a moment.

"Not in a hurry? The publicity schedule is all set, and you're telling me there's no rush?"

"My own songs are going to be released in the next few days. If you release them now, the traffic will be much lower. Wait until the data for my songs has passed its peak before you release them. By then, the popularity of my songs will have dropped, and your 'Poisonous Perfume' will be ready to take its place."

Su Yuyan thought for a moment.

Jiang Fan's new song has been incredibly popular lately, receiving top-tier recommendations from Tencent Music.

If both sides go online at the same time, they will indeed compete with each other.

"Okay, whatever you say."

She picked up her wine glass and swirled it.

"By the way, there's something I'd like to talk to you about."

"explain."

"Our company has taken on a music collaboration for a film project. The director is Lu Chuan. The production company wants to find someone to write the theme song, with a budget of three million."

Jiang Fan picked up a piece of food with his chopsticks.

A theme song costing three million is considered a top price in the industry.

"What type of film?"

"Campus youth. The production team originally wanted me to sing, but I felt my voice might not be suitable."

"Did you bring the script? Let me see."

"The script is at my house."

Su Yuyan's expression was normal when she said this.

She poked at the oysters on her plate with her chopsticks. "How about we go take a look after we finish eating?"

Jiang Fan put down his chopsticks and looked at her.

"Just look at the script?"

Su Yuyan raised her eyelids and put the oyster into her mouth.

"Of course I'll look at the script. It's a three-million-dollar job, aren't you going to take it seriously?"

She brushed her toe against his calf under the table, then casually withdrew it.

"What, you don't want to go?"

"go."

Su Yuyan chuckled and raised her plum wine cup.

"Let's eat first."

The two clinked glasses.

The plum wine is sweet, with little alcohol taste upon entry, and its aftereffects are hard to predict.

We ate dinner until 8:30, and the conversation went from the movie theme song to the arrangement progress of "The Wind Blows," and then to Shen Nian's preparations for appearing on "The Voice of China."

"Fang Yiming is stubborn; if he says he won't cut it, he really won't." Su Yuyan rested her chin on the back of her hand. "Are you even sure about Shen Nian's mental state?"

"no problem."

Su Yuyan hummed in agreement and didn't ask any further questions.

"Let's go." Su Yuyan stood up with her bag, put on her hat and mask.

This place wasn't far from the private hotel on the Bund from last time, and the two of them walked along the riverbank there.

Su Yuyan walked to his right, her shoulder occasionally brushing against his arm.

Ten minutes later, the two went upstairs.

The Steinway still sits in the center of the living room, its black paint reflecting the river lights outside the window.

Su Yuyan rummaged through her desk drawer and pulled out a kraft paper document, taking out the printed copy and handing it to Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan took it and sat down on the sofa.

Su Yuyan went to the wine cabinet, opened a bottle of red wine, poured two glasses, and placed one on the coffee table next to him.

She kicked off her high heels, stepped barefoot onto the carpet, walked to the piano, sat down, and casually played a tune on the keys.

Jiang Fan opened the script outline.

The story's framework is familiar—the male and female protagonists fall in love during their middle school years and spend a pure and beautiful time together.

Entering university brings a series of tests in love and friendship.

They went through misunderstandings and arguments, and finally broke up on a rainy day.

Years later, at a friend's wedding, everyone reunited, but they were all now someone else's lover.

When Jiang Fan turned to the last page, the piano music stopped.

Su Yuyan walked over with a glass of red wine and sat down at the other end of the sofa.

"Finished watching?"

"I've finished watching it."

"How is it?"

"The theme song could start with regret and remorse. It could focus on the irreversible consequences of choices made."

Su Yuyan looked at him while holding her cup.

"You can deduce all this from just a few pages of the outline?"

"The emotional arc is clear; the rest is up to the film to handle, it has nothing to do with the song."

Su Yuyan took a sip of wine.

"Three million, will you take it or not?"

"Of course I'll accept. But I have one condition."

"What are the conditions?"

"I'll decide who sings."

Su Yuyan frowned.

"Once the song is written, the decision of whose voice is most suitable is in my hands. Even the best song will be diminished if the wrong person sings it."

Su Yuyan looked at him.

After three or four seconds, put the cup down.

"Okay. I'll talk to the production company."

She leaned against the sofa armrest and turned her body slightly towards Jiang Fan.

"We've read the script and discussed the terms."

"Um."

"Then let me ask you—" Su Yuyan's voice lowered by half an octave, "Do you really believe I only called you to see the script tonight?"

Jiang Fan turned his head.

Su Yuyan was looking at him, and the beauty mark at the corner of her eye was particularly noticeable under the warm light.

"I believe you," Jiang Fan said.

Su Yuyan was stunned for a moment.

She probably didn't expect Jiang Fan to give this answer.

The next sentence I had prepared was stuck in my throat, leaving me in a dilemma.

There was a two-second silence.

Su Yuyan got up and straddled Jiang Fan's lap, snatched the script from his hand and threw it on the coffee table.

"Then you've believed the wrong person."

The aroma of red wine mingled with the scent of rose perfume, all coming together to create a harmonious atmosphere.

"I've finished reading the script." Su Yuyan pressed her knees onto the sofa cushions, facing him directly. "It's time to discuss serious matters."

Jiang Fan didn't move.

Su Yuyan lowered her head, her lips brushing against his earlobe.

"Three million, you should at least show some sincerity, shouldn't you?"

Jiang Fan reached out and put his hand around her waist.

Su Yuyan let out a muffled groan.

The next second, she was flipped over and her back was pressed into the sofa cushion.

Jiang Fan's hands were on either side of her head, and her hair was spread out, covering half of the cushion.

"Three million is too little. How about I give you three hundred million back?" Jiang Fan looked down at her.

Su Yuyan's smile froze for a second—

Then she realized what Jiang Fan was saying, and her cheeks immediately turned red.

"rogue."

-

Su Yuyan was later carried horizontally into the bedroom.

Her velvet dress was crumpled up and draped at the foot of the bed.

At one point, she bit Jiang Fan's shoulder, her voice escaping from her throat, trembling with sobs.

"Jiang Fan—are you... really not human...?"

Jiang Fan brushed her loose hair aside.

"Teacher Su, let's talk this out."

Su Yuyan no longer had the strength to even glare at him.

-

One o'clock in the morning.

The system panel appeared in Jiang Fan's field of vision.

[Total Lifespan Gained: 3000 points] (Deep Compatibility x3)

Current lifespan: 24500 points

[Remaining lifespan: 13 days and 5 hours]

Jiang Fan directly exchanged for 45 days of lifespan.

Su Yuyan lay on the pillow, one hand resting on Jiang Fan's arm, her thumb unconsciously rubbing the Patek Philippe watch on his wrist.

"Who gave you this watch?"

"A friend."

"Xu Qingya?"

Jiang Fan didn't say anything.

Su Yuyan snorted.

"Nautilus, starting at 1.2 million. She's quite generous."