Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

6:40 PM.

It's still that private suite by the Bund.

Tonight's dinner was brought up by Su Yuyan.

Black truffle steamed egg, a steamed sea bass, several stir-fried seasonal vegetables, plus a bowl of turtle soup that had been simmering for who knows how long.

Jiang Fan sat at the dining table and glanced at the dishes.

It was much more subtle than the last bullwhip feast.

Su Yuyan wore a silk loungewear set that hung loosely on her body, with an excessively large neckline that exposed her collarbone and shoulder line.

Her hair was loose, and most of her makeup had been removed, except for the glitter on the beauty mark at the corner of her eye.

Two glasses of red wine were placed on the table.

The two chatted while eating, discussing everything from the data trends of "Poisonous Perfume" to the effectiveness of short video campaigns for "The Wind Blows".

Su Yuyan spoke in a normal tone, showing no signs of anything amiss.

But Jiang Fan noticed that she hadn't mentioned the words "Fleet of Time" even once since she sat down.

This is very abnormal.

When they were almost finished eating, Su Yuyan picked up her wine glass and stared at Jiang Fan.

There was silence for about ten seconds.

"Jiang Fan".

"Um."

Do you think I have a particularly good temper?

Jiang Fan picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and didn't dare to say anything.

"A three-million-dollar project, I was the one who connected us, I found the director, I provided the resources. And what do you do? You finished writing the song, recorded it, and the singer is Xu Qingya?"

She spoke slowly, uttering each word one by one.

"You didn't even say hello to me."

Jiang Fan put down his wine glass.

"Would you agree to be hit?"

Su Yuyan choked for a moment.

That's not the point.

"What's the key point?"

Su Yuyan glared at him.

"The main point is that you made me listen to Xu Qingya's voice for three minutes and fifty-eight seconds in front of Lu Chuan, and I had to smile and say 'no problem.' Do you know how I felt at that moment?"

Jiang Fan thought for a moment.

"It must have been quite uncomfortable?"

"You still know that?"

"But you also know that she's more suited to sing this song than you are."

Su Yuyan opened her mouth slightly, then closed it again.

Xu Qingya's voice naturally carries a clean, youthful quality, making her a perfect fit for singing about campus life and youth.

If Su Yuyan were to sing it, her sexy undertones would distort the overall feel of the song.

She understood this principle better than anyone else.

But knowing is one thing.

"Couldn't you have told me beforehand? Even just a message like, 'President Su, I've chosen Xu Qingya for the theme song, please don't mind,' is that so difficult?"

Jiang Fan looked at her.

"You won't mind if I tell you?"

Su Yuyan: "..."

"You'll get angry whether I say it sooner or later, so I might as well wait until it's a done deal. By the time you're done getting angry, it'll be over. It'll save you a step."

Su Yuyan slammed the wine glass down on the table with considerable force.

The wine swayed twice and almost spilled.

"I helped you get Shen Nian's spot on the show for 'Poisonous Perfume.' I acted as a go-between for the movie theme song, but in the end, Xu Qingya got all the benefits."

She counted on her fingers.

"Tell me, what are you going to use to repay this?"

Jiang Fan looked at Su Yuyan and thought for a moment.

"Shall I write you another one?"

Su Yuyan snorted.

"Is one song enough?"

"Those two songs?"

"Do you think I'm a vegetable market?"

Jiang Fan smiled.

He stood up, walked to Su Yuyan, bent down, and rested one hand on the edge of the dining table.

"So, how does Mr. Su intend to repay?"

Su Yuyan looked up at him, very close to him.

The sequins on that beauty mark reflected a sliver of light.

She reached out and grabbed Jiang Fan by the collar, pulling it down a bit.

"Pay your interest for tonight first."

-

As Jiang Fan was pulled down, his lips landed right on the side of her neck.

Su Yuyan's body tensed for a moment, then went limp.

"Lu Chuan praised me for my righteousness today, saying that I took the initiative to push Xu Qingya into his project."

Su Yuyan's voice came from beside him, with a hint of gritted teeth.

"When I smiled and said it was no problem, do you know how much I wanted to strangle you?"

Jiang Fan put his hand on her waist and lifted her up from the chair.

"So now I'm giving you a chance to vent your anger."

When Su Yuyan was picked up by him, her legs naturally wrapped around him, and the hem of her pajamas slipped down to her upper thighs.

"To vent?" She wrapped her arms around his neck, her lips brushing against his earlobe. "Are you sure?"

"Sure."

Su Yuyan bit him on the shoulder.

It was a pretty hard bite.

Jiang Fan hissed, but didn't stop walking, heading straight for the bedroom.

"pain."

"Serves you right."

-

Su Yuyan's silk loungewear was already on the verge of falling off as she walked from the living room to the bedroom; one shoulder strap slipped down to her elbow, while the other was ripped open by Jiang Fan.

When she was placed on the bed, she was only wearing a small black lace dress.

Su Yuyan reached out to unbutton his shirt, but when she got to the third button, she lost all patience and simply pulled it to both sides.

"My shirt—"

"You have the nerve to feel sorry for the shirt?"

Su Yuyan was indeed angry tonight.

This anger had been building up since the moment I heard Xu Qingya's voice in the conference room that afternoon. I held it in for the entire afternoon and dinner, and now it's finally all out.

Her fingernails left several red marks on Jiang Fan's back.

She straddled Jiang Fan, her hair falling down to cover half her face, panting as she looked down at him.

"Two songs... only..."

Her voice was broken and intermittent, each word trembling.

"It can only be considered... interest..."

Jiang Fan held her waist, pressing his thumbs into the two shallow indentations on her lower back.

"Two songs aren't enough."

"Then add more—ah..."

Jiang Fan suddenly sat up, and Su Yuyan was flipped over, her back pressed into the mattress.

The second half of the sentence was thus cut off.

-

Night was falling.

Su Yuyan lay face down on the bed, her face buried in the pillow, her back rising and falling with her breath.

Jiang Fan's hand slid from her shoulder blade down to her waist and then back down.

"Are you calm now?"

Su Yuyan turned her head from under the pillow, revealing half of her face.

Her eyes were red, and the glitter on her beauty mark had been rubbed off sometime during the night.

"It hasn't disappeared."

"Shall we continue?"

Su Yuyan slapped his arm.

"Are you even human?"

Jiang Fan chuckled, turned her over, and pulled her into his arms.

Su Yuyan didn't struggle, and leaned in to him, pressing her face against his chest.

Her breathing hadn't completely calmed down, and she was covered in a thin layer of sweat. The lingering scent of rose perfume mingled with her body heat.

"If you do this again, first and then ask for permission..."

"how?"

Su Yuyan raised her hand and pinched his crotch.

"I'll bite you to death."

"OK."

"Really bites."

"Take whatever you want."

Jiang Fan pressed her head down.

"Ah—what are you doing? You bastard—uh…"