196: Chapter 196 I've already given myself to you, why are you still charging me?

"Jiang Fan, hurry up, I'm really hungry." Su Yuyan urged him weakly.

"Don't rush, I'll feed you in a bit."

"Get lost, I meant eating food." Su Yuyan gave him a push, but couldn't budge him.

"I'm giving you food right now."

"Mmph..."

Half an hour later, Su Yuyan wiped her mouth.

Jiang Fan grabbed her ankles and pulled her toward him.

"Are you ever going to stop..."

Jiang Fan didn't answer, responding with his actions instead.

The two of them messed around until late at night.

Jiang Fan rolled out of bed, picked up the pants thrown on the carpet, and put them on.

"Let's go, let's go eat."

Su Yuyan lay face down in her pillow, her voice muffled: "Eat my ass. I can't even get out of bed."

She rolled over and pulled the quilt over herself.

She had exhausted herself filming the MV in the afternoon, and after being messed around with all night, her energy was completely spent.

Jiang Fan walked to the wardrobe, grabbed one of her pajamas, and tossed it over.

"Put it on, I'll make you some noodles."

Su Yuyan reached a hand out from the quilt and put on the pajamas.

She sat up against the headboard; the neckline was loose and slipped down, revealing one shoulder with several red marks on it.

She looked down at the marks and irritably tugged at the neckline.

Jiang Fan was already rummaging through the fridge in the kitchen.

There wasn't much in Su Yuyan's fridge; just a few green onions and half a box of shredded pork in the fridge section.

Ten minutes later, the savory aroma of green onions and shredded pork drifted into the bedroom.

Jiang Fan brought a bowl of scallion oil noodles with shredded pork and placed it on the nightstand.

Su Yuyan took the chopsticks and lifted a mouthful into her mouth.

"Mmm, your cooking is not bad."

She was indeed starving.

She didn't care about the image of a diva she usually maintained outside, picking up the noodles and eating them in big mouthfuls, finishing the entire bowl, broth and all, in a few minutes.

She wiped her mouth with a tissue and leaned back against the pillow in satisfaction.

"By the way, I heard about the physical book release for your journey to the west."

Jiang Fan turned his head to look at her.

Su Yuyan had connections in both the entertainment and cultural circles and was very well-informed.

"Vice Chairman Liu Qingshan and his gang are making a huge fuss right now. The Writers Association has joined forces with three local literary federations to issue a statement, claiming you've distorted the traditional mythological system and are causing serious misleading influence on the spiritual world of teenagers."

Jiang Fan gave a grunt, with no other reaction.

"Aren't you anxious?"

"Why be anxious? The more they make a fuss, the more money I save on advertising."

Su Yuyan looked at him, tapping her fingers on the quilt twice.

"Do you need money? I have some if you don't have enough."

"No need. I have enough money. When the book hits the market, just help me post a Weibo."

"That's it?"

"That's it."

Su Yuyan huffed, crumpled the tissue into a ball, and threw it at him.

"Stingy guy. I offered to invest money and you refused."

"Keep your money for buying clothes. That 38,000-yuan period costume is nice; you can buy a few more styles."

Su Yuyan rolled her eyes at him.

"Being with you is too hard on my clothes."

She picked up her phone and scrolled for a while, then suddenly remembered something and flipped the phone face down on the quilt.

"I have a concert next month. At the Shanghai Stadium, you have to write me a new song. I want to premiere it at the concert."

Jiang Fan leaned against the headboard, his hands behind his head.

"I charge a lot for writing songs now."

Su Yuyan's eyes widened.

"I'm already yours, and you're still talking to me about money?"

"Business is business."

Su Yuyan was so angry she kicked him under the quilt.

"Get down."

Jiang Fan grabbed the ankle she had kicked with and squeezed it in his palm.

Su Yuyan's feet were small; he could wrap his hand around it.

"Alright, alright, this one is on the house."

Su Yuyan retracted her foot in satisfaction, rolled over, and turned her back to him.

"Go to sleep. I'm exhausted."

Jiang Fan turned off the wall lamp.

The bedroom plunged into darkness.

He lay down and reached out to pull Su Yuyan into his arms.

Su Yuyan hummed in protest, but her body honestly found a comfortable position, resting her head on his chest.

Her breathing soon steadied.

The next morning at ten, Jiang Fan arrived at the company.

He opened his computer; the Word document lit up, with the cursor resting at the end of chapter ninety-two.

He flexed his wrists and placed his fingers on the keyboard.

The final chapters were about the successful completion of the pilgrimage.

The master and his three disciples had gone through eighty-one tribulations to reach the Great Thunderclap Monastery in the Western Heaven.

From the cracking of the immortal stone on Flower-Fruit Mountain to the cicada shedding its shell at Mount Ling, the journey filled with demons, monsters, and the warmth and coldness of human nature was wrapped up in the final tens of thousands of words.

Jiang Fan's typing speed had been getting faster and faster during this time.

Except for a takeout meal in the middle, he had barely left his chair.

Three forty in the afternoon.

The final period was typed.

The end of the book.

Jiang Fan leaned back in his chair, looking at the word count in the bottom right corner of the screen—the entire book was 860,000 characters.

He saved the file and sent the complete final draft to Song Siyi.

After sending it, he stretched and rotated his neck from side to side.

After writing for a month, he had finally sent off this big Buddha.

Next was waiting for Song Siyi to set up the company framework, arrange for the printing of the physical book, and choose a date for its release.

Jiang Fan closed the computer and picked up the coffee that had gone cold on the desk, taking a sip.

Just then, there was a knock on the office door.

Brother Cheng pushed the door open and entered, holding a folder in his hand.

"Brother Fan, the business registration for Qitian Culture is all done." He placed the document on the table and pushed it over.

Jiang Fan picked up the business license and took a look.

Qitian Culture Media Co., Ltd.

Legal Representative: Song Siyi.

He put the license back.

"Thanks for your hard work, Brother Cheng. By the way, how are things with the film crew?"

Brother Cheng closed the folder and sat in the chair opposite Jiang Fan.

"Everything is normal. Director Ning is ridiculously efficient; the progress is faster than expected. At this rate, we can wrap up by the middle of next month."

Jiang Fan nodded.

The filming progress of goodbye mr. loser had always kept him worry-free. Although Director Ning had a foul temper, his work was truly impeccable.

Brother Cheng closed the door as he left, and the office quieted down.

Jiang Fan leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and thought for a while.

Su Yuyan needed a new song for the premiere at her concert next month.

This matter could not be taken lightly.

The song premiered at the concert would directly determine the buzz for that night.

Jiang Fan thought, and the system panel appeared before his eyes.

[Host: Jiang Fan]

[Lifespan: 157 days]

[Remaining Lifespan Value: 110,600 points]

The Lifespan Value had already broken the 100,000 mark.

He generously exchanged for two hundred days of lifespan.

20,000 Lifespan Value points were deducted.

A warm current instantly flowed through his entire body.

Jiang Fan clenched his fist, feeling his physical functions strengthen another notch.

His gaze shifted to the song category in the mall and he entered a keyword.

The list refreshed, and a song popped up.

[《Itch》 — Exchange Price: 200 Lifespan Value]

Jiang Fan clicked to listen.

The lyrics wrote about a feeling of having one's heartstrings stirred, unable to stop, ambiguous to the core.

The voice was lazy and charming, the melody seductive.

He replayed Su Yuyan's state from the MV shoot yesterday in his mind.

Red dress, ancient style, body movements under dim light.

The song 《Itch》, paired with Su Yuyan's vocal timbre—

That magnetic bass, with the tail end dragging out a hint of lingering affection.

Jiang Fan imagined the image of Su Yuyan singing this song on the concert stage.

The spotlight shining on her alone.

She was wearing some kind of semi-transparent gauze dress, walking slowly to the center of the stage.

The first line she sang, the whole venue would definitely go crazy.

Jiang Fan was about to confirm the exchange, his finger hovering in mid-air, when he stopped.

For a concert premiere, if he only gave her 《Itch》, the scale was a bit small.