153: Chapter 153 Tang Yingxue's Biggest Secret

The room fell silent.

Only the small nightstand lamp was lit, casting light onto the off-white wall and stretching their shadows long.

Jiang Fan's fingertips traced down the curve of her waist.

Tang Yingxue's skin was very smooth.

That exquisite texture, maintained through long-term use of top-tier skincare products and strict self-discipline, was different from both Xu Qingya and Shen Nian.

Xu Qingya was resilient, with a foundation built from years of dancing. Shen Nian was slender, youthful and delicate.

Tang Yingxue was soft.

It would sink at a touch, then quickly spring back.

"Teacher Tang, your figure management is really excellent."

Tang Yingxue didn't reply. She tilted her head back, her breathing already starting to grow erratic.

A woman in her thirties was at a fully ripe age, and her body's sensitivity far exceeded her own expectations.

Jiang Fan's hand grasped her ankle, gently parting it outward.

Tang Yingxue's leg trembled, her knees instinctively trying to press together.

Jiang Fan held her down.

"Teacher Tang, we've already reached this point, and you're still shy?"

Tang Yingxue turned her face away, gritting her teeth in silence.

With every inch Jiang Fan's hand moved, a piece of the rationality she had maintained for over a decade shattered.

Having navigated the entertainment industry for years, she was used to being in control of everything.

The current situation was completely out of her control.

This feeling of losing control frightened her, yet it was inexplicably thrilling.

When the silk fabric was slipped off, Tang Yingxue closed her eyes.

Then Jiang Fan froze.

Sensing his movement stop, Tang Yingxue opened her eyes and met Jiang Fan's gaze.

She followed his gaze and looked down, the blush on her face spreading from her ears down to her entire neck.

"Have you seen enough?!"

She reached out to pull the blanket, wanting to wrap herself up.

Jiang Fan pinned down her wrist. His grip wasn't heavy, yet she couldn't break free.

"Teacher Tang." His tone changed, carrying a hint of playfulness.

"...What do you want."

"Your constitution—" Jiang Fan looked down. Flawless as white jade and perfectly clean, she was born without a certain layer of coverage.

The "rare physique" often mentioned in web novels, he had actually encountered a real one today.

"Shut up!"

Tang Yingxue was so embarrassed that she covered her face with her other arm.

This was her biggest secret in thirty-two years.

No one had ever known about this.

Jiang Fan pulled her arm away from her face.

Tang Yingxue's eyes glistened with tears, her expression a mix of embarrassment and anger.

The aloof persona she usually maintained on stage lay shattered all over the floor.

Jiang Fan, however, was quite intrigued.

On stage, this woman was an icy mature beauty, and off stage, she was a decisive, iron-fisted powerhouse.

Yet she harbored such a secret, getting this embarrassed just from a single glance. The contrast was incredibly vast.

"Don't look anymore." Tang Yingxue turned her head away, her voice carrying a nasal tone, even the corners of her eyes completely flushed.

"Teacher Tang, don't be nervous." Jiang Fan leaned down, his warm breath brushing against her ear.

"Don't... don't go too far."

Her voice was hoarse and soft, almost like she was acting spoiled.

She probably hadn't expected herself to make such a sound either.

"Wait..." She tried to regain some initiative. "Go get that..."

"Didn't Teacher Tang say that whatever Xu Qingya could give, you could give too?" Jiang Fan's voice was right behind her ear, interrupting her.

The next second, her entire body stiffened.

Tang Yingxue buried her face in the pillow, her shoulder blades arching high.

There was a bit of pain, along with a sensation of fullness she had never experienced before, surging up her spine and sending her floating to the clouds.

Her thirty-two years of blankness were completely filled on this night.

Her inexperienced innocence and the charm of a mature woman blended together, creating a fatal attraction.

Jiang Fan waited for a few seconds as Tang Yingxue went from stiff to gradually relaxing.

"Teacher Tang, look at me." Jiang Fan's voice came from above.

Tang Yingxue gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with tears.

Those eyes, which usually looked at everyone with scrutiny and pride, now held only dazed desire and pleading.

She tried to struggle slightly, but just as her waist lifted halfway, Jiang Fan pressed her back down.

All her defenses completely crumbled.

—

This round lasted from twelve o'clock until one-forty in the morning.

In the end, Tang Yingxue didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.

She lay on her side in bed, her body still trembling slightly.

Her fair skin was covered in red marks.

Jiang Fan lay beside her, waiting for the numbers on the system panel to refresh.

[Deep Compatibility ×2, Lifespan Value +4,000]

[Current Lifespan Value: 44,100 points]

[Remaining Lifespan: 125 days]

Jiang Fan stared at the numbers for a few seconds, then closed the panel.

An SS+-tier target indeed provided a generous amount of Lifespan Value.

It took Tang Yingxue a long time to recover from that dazed state.

Jiang Fan sat up from the bed, picked up his clothes from the floor, and put them on.

Tang Yingxue didn't move. She just lay there watching him get dressed, an inexplicable, strange emotion budding in her heart.

It wasn't until he reached the door that her voice drifted from behind him:

"Jiang Fan."

"Hmm?" Jiang Fan stopped in his tracks.

"The song... when can you give it to me?"

Even at a time like this, she was still thinking about the song.

Jiang Fan turned around to look at her.

"Within two weeks."

Tang Yingxue nodded and said nothing more.

Jiang Fan opened the door and walked out.

—

Tang Yingxue lay alone in the presidential suite, staring at the ceiling for a long time.

Only then did she remember to pull up the blanket and wrap herself tightly.

She reached out to cover her face.

She was crazy.

Truly crazy.

One of the prestigious Four Heavenly Queens, using her own body to trade for a song.

But that feeling just now...

Tang Yingxue bit her lower lip and buried her face a little deeper into the blanket.

For over thirty years, this was the first time she figured out what that thing was actually used for.

Previously, she thought those actresses talking about their "happy lives" on variety shows were just bragging.

It turned out she was just ignorant.

She had always believed that a career was everything to a woman, and men were merely ornamental accessories, or even stumbling blocks.

Today, Jiang Fan had taught her a lesson.

She rolled over and hugged the pillow Jiang Fan had slept on into her arms.

His body heat and scent still lingered on it.

She recalled Jiang Fan's back as he was getting dressed just now.

There were no sweet words, no post-coital tenderness, not even a single word of unnecessary nonsense.

If it were any other man who climbed into her bed, he would probably have knelt down long ago to declare his loyalty, wishing he could dig out his heart to show her.

Jiang Fan, on the other hand, just pulled up his pants and left.

Yet it was precisely this attitude that sparked a competitive desire deep in Tang Yingxue's heart.

She hoped this bastard's songwriting speed would be faster than his clothes-stripping speed.

Otherwise, next time, she would have to make him pay extra.

No, what extra pay?

She would have to make him stay for two more hours.

Tang Yingxue clutched the pillow, closed her eyes, and drifted off to sleep.

This sleep was the most peaceful one she had had in nearly half a year.

—

Jiang Fan walked out of the InterContinental Hotel's main entrance. The night breeze blew over, carrying away some of the heat from his body.

He fished out a cigarette pack, pulled one out to hold between his lips, and leaned down to light it.

Jiang Fan exhaled a ring of smoke, running through the situation just now in his mind.

Tang Yingxue was a smart woman, and her special physique was indeed a pleasant surprise.

Jiang Fan flicked the ash.

Producing a Golden Melody Award-level song within two weeks was not a difficult task for him.

With so many classic songs in Earth's music library, picking any one at random would be enough for Tang Yingxue to sweep all the major charts.

Since she had shown enough sincerity, he naturally wouldn't be stingy.

After finishing the cigarette, Jiang Fan stubbed out the butt in the ashtray atop the trash can, turned around, and walked toward the hotel where he was staying.

As the night deepened, only the sound of steady breathing remained in the presidential suite.

Tang Yingxue rolled over in her sleep, her lips curving up unconsciously.