Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

"Sister Nian, I'm here!"

Zhou Yutong rushed in carrying a breakfast bag, still wearing her canvas shoes.

Then—she froze.

Jiang Fan had one arm around Shen Nian's waist, while Shen Nian had one arm around his shoulder.

The two walked out of the bathroom, their posture incredibly intimate.

The key point is that Shen Nian was wearing a loose silk nightgown with the neckline askew to one side, revealing half of her shoulder.

Her hair was a mess, and her face still had a lingering blush.

The three people looked at each other.

There was silence for about three seconds.

The breakfast bag in Zhou Yutong's hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

White soy milk was dripping out of the plastic bag.

"Ah, I—I—I didn't see anything!!"

Zhou Yutong turned and ran towards the door, her right hand already in her pocket, reaching for her phone.

"Stop right there!"

Jiang Fan's voice wasn't loud, but Zhou Yutong's feet seemed rooted to the ground, and she froze on the spot.

"Pick up the breakfast."

"Oh, oh, oh."

Zhou Yutong squatted down to pick up the bag. Half of the soy milk had already spilled, but the steamed buns were fine.

Shen Nian wished she could shrink into the wall.

She withdrew her hand from Jiang Fan's shoulder, grabbed her collar and pulled it up, her voice hoarse: "It's not what you think."

Zhou Yutong nodded vigorously, almost breaking her neck.

"I know, I know, Sister Nian, you don't need to explain. I didn't see anything, I don't know anything, I'm very tight-lipped—"

"She had a fever and her legs were weak, so I helped her to the toilet." Jiang Fan released Shen Nian's waist and offered a rare explanation.

Zhou Yutong nodded even faster.

"Yes, yes, going to the toilet is normal, perfectly normal—"

She said "normal" but her eyes kept darting back and forth between Jiang Fan and Shen Nian.

That expression screamed, "I don't believe you for a second."

Shen Nian slowly moved two steps while holding onto the wall, and glanced back at Zhou Yutong.

That look needs no translation—

Zhou Yutong pulled her hands out of her pockets and obediently folded them in front of her, standing like a primary school student who had made a mistake.

"I'll go set out breakfast."

Zhou Yutong slipped into the kitchen, placed the breakfast bag on the table, tidied up her things, and couldn't help but peek out again.

Jiang Fan had already helped Shen Nian back to the bedside and sat her down.

Shen Nian lowered her head, clutching the corner of the blanket with both hands, her ear tips turning bright red.

"Let's take your temperature again." Jiang Fan picked up the thermometer from the bedside table and handed it over.

Shen Nian took it and tucked it under her arm without saying a word.

In the quiet room, only the rustling sound of Zhou Yutong arranging plates coming from the direction of the kitchen could be heard.

Five minutes later, the thermometer was taken out.

Thirty-seven and six degrees.

"Most of it has subsided." Jiang Fan put the thermometer back. "Stay home today and don't overthink things."

Shen Nian nodded.

"Take your medicine on time."

"Um."

Jiang Fan walked out of the bedroom.

In the kitchen, Zhou Yutong was arranging steamed buns on a plate.

Seeing Jiang Fan come out, he paused for a moment.

"Brother Fan."

"Um."

"Did you really sleep on the sofa last night?"

Jiang Fan glared at her.

Zhou Yutong immediately pulled her head back: "They must be sleeping on the sofa. I was just asking."

She put the last bun on the plate.

"Brother Fan, um... Sister Nian's illness, is it really possible for her to be cured before the recording?"

"You just need to make sure she eats and sleeps well; you don't need to worry about anything else."

"And also, what happened this morning—"

Zhou Yutong quickly answered, "What happened? Nothing happened this morning. When I arrived, Sister Nian was lying in bed alone, and Brother Fan was sleeping on the sofa. The scene was perfectly normal and healthy."

She finished speaking in one breath, her big eyes blinking as she looked at him.

Jiang Fan grabbed his coat and left.

Zhou Yutong waited until he closed the door before leaning against the counter and letting out a long breath.

She carried the plate towards the bedroom.

Shen Nian leaned against the headboard, the blanket pulled up to her chest, the redness on her face had faded a bit.

"Sister Nian, have some breakfast."

"Um."

Zhou Yutong placed the plate on the bedside table and pulled up a chair to sit next to it.

Shen Nian picked up a steamed bun and took a bite.

My throat still hurt when I swallowed, and I frowned slightly.

Zhou Yutong quickly handed over the soy milk.

"Sister Nian, did you drink the pear soup that Brother Fan made?"

Shen Nian took a bite of her steamed bun and hummed in agreement.

Zhou Yutong's mind had already automatically filled in the complete picture—

Fan Ge held a bowl and fed Nian Jie pear juice spoonful by spoonful. The lights were dim, and background music started playing.

"What are you thinking about?" Shen Nian's hoarse voice brought her back to reality.

"No, no, I didn't mean for Brother Fan to feed you water."

-

Jiang Fan returned to his room, took a shower, changed his clothes, and arrived at the company at 9:20.

Li Cheng walked into Jiang Fan's office with a tablet in his hand.

"How is Shen Nian?"

"The fever has subsided, but my throat is still the same."

Li Cheng sighed: "Is Zhou Yutong keeping watch today?"

"Um."

Li Cheng nodded and placed the tablet on the table.

"Blue and White Porcelain and Nocturne are available online today."

Jiang Fan sat down and glanced at the tablet.

Zhang Lei gave him an S-level recommendation spot.

Penguin Music's homepage banner, splash screen, and new song recommendations—it's packed with all the resources it can offer.

Nine hours after it went online.

"Blue and White Porcelain" - 1858 million views.

Nocturne – 1720 million.

He opened the backend and clicked on the overall chart of trending songs.

"Sorrow" ranks third.

It has always been ranked behind "Red Bean" and "Easily Hurt Woman".

On the new song chart, "Blue and White Porcelain" is number one, and "Nocturne" is number two.

Moreover, at the current rate of growth, these two songs will soon break into the top five of the overall hot songs chart.

In addition to the previously released "Sorrow," "The Ordinary Road," and "Under the Sea"—

Five songs were on the charts at the same time.

In the entire Chinese music scene, you can't find another person who can do this.

"Xiao Chou" has never surpassed Xu Qingya's song on the hot song chart.

Li Cheng glanced at him.

"You actually listen to her?"

Jiang Fan didn't respond.

"By the way, Fang Yiming's assistant called today to confirm whether Shen Nian can participate in the competition as scheduled on 'The Voice of China'."

"able."

Li Cheng glanced at him for two seconds.

"Give me your honest answer: what method do you have to get Shen Nian back to a performance-ready state within a week?"

Jiang Fan leaned back in his chair.

"Let her rest well, her throat will get better on its own."

"just in case--"

"There's no 'what if'."

Li Cheng opened his mouth, then swallowed his words back.

Before leaving, he muttered, "Talking to you is fucking exhausting."

The door closed.

Jiang Fan's expression darkened.

He brought up the system panel.

[Tip: Deep compatibility with the target organism can accelerate the repair of its immune system.]

He stared at those words for a long time.

This is the fastest and only way.

But Shen Nian is neither Xu Qingya nor Su Yuyan.

She was hurt by Huaxingyu and trampled underfoot by the entire industry.

That year, she didn't dare to leave the house and couldn't even engage in normal social interactions.

She trusted him because he had given her a hand, helped her with her lawsuit, and paved the way for her.

Now, let him speak to Shen Nian and say, "If you sleep with me, your throat will get better."

Jiang Fan reached up and pressed his hand to his brow.

No matter how you look at it, that's wrong.

He turned off the panel and his gaze fell on Shen Nian's manuscript of "The Wind Rises" on the table.

To record this song well, Shen Nian spent all her time in the recording studio, even eating her meals there.

But he paved the road and set the direction.

They can't shirk their responsibility.

After a long time, he dialed Zhou Yutong's number.

"Brother Fan!" Zhou Yutong answered quickly.

"Has Shen Nian eaten?"

"I ate two steamed buns and drank about half a cup of soy milk."

"Where's the medicine?"

"I just finished eating and I'm sleeping now."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

"Brother Fan, are you coming again tonight?"

"We'll talk about it tonight."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Fan tossed his phone onto the table.

If things continue as normal, Shen Nian's throat won't be fully healed in five days.

When she was recording "The Voice of Heaven," she stood on stage, and when she opened her mouth, it was hoarse—

All the previous preparations were wasted.

The little bit of confidence Shen Nian had painstakingly built up would be crushed once again.

Jiang Fan turned his chair around to face the window.

The system gave him an answer.

But this is not an answer he can decide unilaterally.