176: Chapter 176 SSS-level, indeed fierce!

Nine o'clock in the evening, the underground garage of Terminal 2 at Hongqiao Airport.

With Director Ning Yuan and Li Cheng watching over the film crew, Jiang Fan drove over personally.

He parked the car in a secluded spot near the VIP exit and lowered the window slightly for some fresh air.

His phone lit up. [Xu Qingya: Just landed.]

At nine-forty, the door to the VIP passage was pushed open.

Sister Lan pushed two suitcases in front, followed by a woman wearing a black baseball cap and a mask, wrapped tightly in a long trench coat, with only her eyes and a glimpse of her lower legs visible.

Seeing Jiang Fan's car, she pulled open the passenger door and sat in, casually taking off her hat and mask.

Sister Lan shoved the suitcases into the trunk, walked over to the window, and leaned down to tap on the glass.

"Director Jiang, she's in your hands now. She's been working non-stop for the past two days, so let her get some rest."

Sister Lan emphasized the words "get some rest" heavily, accompanied by a meaningful look.

Jiang Fan nodded. "Don't worry, Sister Lan."

Sister Lan straightened up, patted the roof of the car, and turned to walk toward another vehicle.

Jiang Fan started the car and merged into the flow of traffic on the airport expressway.

He tilted his head to glance at the passenger seat.

Xu Qingya was leaning back in the seat, her seatbelt crossed over her chest, her body curled into the backrest, eyes closed.

Jiang Fan lingered for a second, and the system panel popped up on its own.

[Ding—]

[Target: Xu Qingya]

[Height: 169cm ↑]

[Weight: 53kg ↑]

[Beauty: 9.3 ↑]

[Compatibility Change: SS → SSS]

[Note: Thanks to the exposure from "as you wish" and the National Day Gala, the target's influence has significantly increased, and her compatibility has broken through to the SSS-rank.]

Jiang Fan stared at that rating.

Previously, Xu Qingya was SS, and Tang Yingxue was SS+.

Now, Xu Qingya had jumped two levels, surpassing Tang Yingxue.

"What are you looking at?"

Xu Qingya opened her eyes, her voice slightly hoarse.

Jiang Fan withdrew his gaze and turned the steering wheel to merge into the fast lane.

"Your fan count has broken 100 million. How does it feel?"

It took a few seconds for Xu Qingya to respond.

"Tired."

She shifted her posture, turning her head toward Jiang Fan.

"I've met more people in the last two days than I did in the past year. Everyone is praising me. Leaders, producers, brand representatives, reporters..."

"Isn't this what you wanted?"

"It is. But right now, I only want to see you."

Her hand reached out from the armrest and rested on the back of his hand.

Jiang Fan flipped his palm and gripped her hand.

Neither of them spoke again.

There weren't many cars on the elevated road; the engine hummed in a low drone as the city's nightscape swept past on both sides.

—

The car exited the highway and turned onto the road where Xu Qingya lived.

Ten minutes later, it slid into the underground garage of the townhouse.

As soon as Jiang Fan unbuckled his seatbelt and turned off the engine, Xu Qingya ripped off her own seatbelt, scrambled over the center console, and straddled his lap.

The movement was crisp and decisive, showing no signs of fatigue.

The space inside the car was already tight; her back pressed against the steering wheel as she cupped Jiang Fan's face and kissed him immediately.

Xu Qingya's movements were urgent.

For the past two days, she had been trapped in the capital, surrounded by countless people, smiling for forty-eight hours until her face felt stiff.

From the moment the plane landed, only one thought had remained in her mind—to see him.

Jiang Fan's hand reached under the hem of her coat to support her waist.

Through a layer of thin shirt, her waistline was clearly defined.

Xu Qingya let out a soft "Mm," tightening her knees against his sides to close the distance as much as possible.

The steering wheel dug into her lower back, so she changed her angle, pressing her entire body against him.

After kissing for nearly two minutes, Xu Qingya pulled away, her forehead resting against his, gasping for breath.

"...I missed you to death."

Jiang Fan's thumb rubbed against her waist.

"Sister Lan told you to get some rest."

"Rest my foot." Xu Qingya straightened up, wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, "I slept for two hours on the plane, I'm wide awake."

She reached down to tug at Jiang Fan's belt buckle.

Jiang Fan adjusted the seat back to its maximum position, leaving a little more room for them both.

Xu Qingya took off her trench coat and threw it onto the passenger seat, revealing only a silk shirt underneath, so thin that the silhouette within was visible.

She straddled him again, resting her hands on his shoulders, looking down at him.

"A diva with over 100 million fans is sitting on your lap." She lowered her head, her lips brushing against his ear, "Aren't you going to show some appreciation?"

Jiang Fan locked his hand behind her head, pulled her down, and sealed her lips.

His other hand followed the buttons of her shirt, undoing them from top to bottom.

The silk slid open, revealing the lace edge of her black lingerie.

Xu Qingya's hand slipped under the hem of his shirt, her cold palm pressing against his abs.

Jiang Fan took a sharp breath.

"Your hands are so cold."

"They'll be hot in a moment."

Xu Qingya bit his lower lip and reached further down.

The windows quickly fogged up with mist, and nothing could be seen outside anymore.

Xu Qingya's shirt was pushed up to her shoulders, her skirt bunched at her waist.

She braced her hands against the car's roof lining, her body swaying with the rhythm.

The driver's seat creaked, the suspension system bearing a workload it wasn't designed for.

The steering wheel shook behind her back—

"Beep—"

The horn let out a long, loud blast that exploded in the empty underground garage, the echo reverberating for several seconds.

Both of them jumped in shock.

Xu Qingya's movements froze, her body stiff in mid-air.

Two seconds later.

"Pfft—"

Xu Qingya buried her face in his shoulder and burst out laughing, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

Jiang Fan reached out and adjusted the steering wheel up one notch, moving it an inch away from her lower back.

"Alright, continue."

Xu Qingya was still laughing, tears of mirth welling in her eyes.

She straightened up, tossed her hair back, and grabbed his shoulders again.

This time, both of them tried to avoid the steering wheel, but the space in the car was so limited that they kept bumping into things as they changed positions.

Jiang Fan's elbow hit the window switch, and the window slid down two centimeters with a hum, letting the night breeze blow in and brush against their flushed skin.

Xu Qingya shivered, and Jiang Fan freed one hand to press the window back up.

"Should we... go upstairs?"

Xu Qingya bit her lower lip and shook her head, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

"Right here."

The car rocked faster and faster, the shock absorbers emitting muffled thuds.

Finally, Xu Qingya's voice broke; her whole body tensed, and her nails dug into Jiang Fan's shoulder.

She buried her face in his neck, biting the collar of his shirt, and a suppressed moan escaped her throat.

After a long while, she finally went limp.

All her strength drained away, and she hung weakly against him.

Only the sound of their intertwined breathing remained in the car.

The system panel lit up in the corner of Jiang Fan's vision.

[Deep Compatibility × 1, Lifespan Value + 3000]

[Current Lifespan Value: 65100 points]

[Remaining Lifespan: 202 days]

SSS-rank, truly intense.

Jiang Fan closed the panel, his hand resting on Xu Qingya's back, his palm pressed against her slightly sweaty spine.

"Do you still have the strength to go upstairs?"

Xu Qingya muffled her voice against his neck, sounding sticky and sweet.

"You carry me up."