Chapter 136: Luxury Car Arrives in Tianjin

The noise faded, but the feast sparked by Qin Yun did not end with his livestream—it erupted fully online.

The name "Brother Qin" truly entered the broad public consciousness, spreading far beyond Douyin.

For most people, it was just fleeting entertainment; those uninterested glanced once and moved on. Those intrigued found Qin Yun through various channels, following him or leaving comments.

This wave of popularity propelled him straight to three trending topics within hours.

The first was for his speed descent livestream, the second for his collaboration with Wu Ha, likely purchased, and the third for his world record-breaking feat.

These three trending topics triggered an insane surge in his follower count.

On Weibo alone, his followers jumped from ten million to twenty million in less than a day.

The scale of this growth was absurdly extreme.

Yet Weibo was a social platform; Qin Yun cared more about Douyin. With traffic drawn from Weibo, his Douyin followers surged past fifty million, officially entering the platform's top ten.

After handling everything, Qin Yun and Su Huan quietly returned to their guesthouse.

Su Huan's legs gave out, and she collapsed to the floor.

Qin Yun, quick as lightning, grabbed her and yanked her up urgently: "Su Huan, what's wrong?"

He felt her body trembling slightly.

Su Huan steadied herself by gripping his arm, her eyes slightly damp: "I'm… fine. I was tensed up the whole time, and now that I've relaxed, my legs just went weak. I'll be fine after a rest."

"Really fine?" Qin Yun frowned. Her complexion looked flushed, though.

"Relax, I'm truly fine," Su Huan brushed her hair back and patted his arm. "I was on edge the whole time—now it's finally over."

"Alright."

Qin Yun placed his hand on her shoulder: "Why don't you sleep for a bit? I'll wake you when it's time for lunch."

"Mm, okay."

Qin Yun smiled and walked toward the door.

Just as he was about to step out, a warm body suddenly flung itself against his back, arms tightly encircling his waist. Instantly, Qin Yun froze, standing there dumbstruck, utterly at a loss.

Su Huan, hugging him from behind, said nothing.

For a moment, silence settled between them.

After a full two minutes, Su Huan finally spoke slowly: "Next time, I'm never coming to watch your livestream in person again."

Qin Yun opened his mouth, but his heart was racing faster than during his speed descent—his blood surged, his mind went blank.

"Why aren't you saying anything?"

Su Huan, puzzled, loosened her grip, turned him around, and saw his face flushed crimson, his eyes darting nervously.

In that instant, she sensed something amusing.

"Qin Yun… you…"

Qin Yun, who had felt nothing before, now looked at Su Huan's face and found it breathtakingly beautiful. His heart raced—he spun away and hurried toward the door.

"Uh… I'm also tired. I'm going to rest."

Watching Qin Yun leave the room, Su Huan's lips slowly curved upward—her shyness vanished. She hadn't expected his reaction to her bold hug to be so intense.

In her mind, he'd either hug her back or act as if nothing happened. But this flustered, panicked state—what was that?

Anyone hearing this would doubt he was even married.

Yet precisely this unexpected reaction sparked sudden excitement in her—she now wanted to tease him even more.

…

Back in his room, Qin Yun slapped his burning face.

He cursed inwardly:

Damn it, what's wrong with me? I'm not a virgin—why is my heart pounding so hard? What's going on? I never felt this way with Song Ya!

But Su Huan… she's truly beautiful. How did her face turn out so flawless? I just want to reach out and touch it…

*Slap!

Qin Yun lightly slapped his own face, cutting off his wandering thoughts, took several deep breaths, and calmed his turbulent emotions.

Thinking back on his hasty escape, he felt regret. Why did he act like some inexperienced kid? He was nearly thirty—why did he suddenly chicken out?

He told himself not to overthink, yet standing in the room, his mind drifted uncontrollably.

"Why did Su Huan hug me?"

"Could she actually have feelings for me?"

"I just got divorced—am I being a jerk by jumping into something new so fast?"

"Maybe she was just worried as a friend, with no other meaning. I'm probably overthinking this."

He pondered this for a full hour, his hair now a mess from constant scratching—until an overseas call jolted him back to reality.

He glanced at the caller ID. He almost hung up, but hesitated, then answered.

The moment he picked up, familiar German echoed: "Qin, it's me, Laura."

"Laura?" Qin Yun was surprised. It had been nearly a week since they last met—she hadn't called, and he'd assumed she'd forgotten.

Laura's voice sounded excited: "Qin, I just watched your livestream—it was incredible! How did you dare? 144 km/h? You're so adventurous!"

Qin Yun chuckled: "Didn't expect you'd watch my livestream. How's your recovery? Are you doing well?"

"Thank you for asking, Qin. I'm fine," Laura said. "I'm calling because I sent you a gift after returning home—I figured it should arrive in the next couple days, so I wanted to remind you."

"Gift?" Qin Yun dismissed it. "You didn't need to go to so much trouble."

"These are carefully chosen items—I'm sure you'll love them, hehe."

"Alright, thanks. By the way, were the people who hurt you caught? Attempted murder should carry heavy penalties in Germany, right?"

Mentioning Mia and the others, Laura's tone grew somber: "They had an accident while boarding a boat—no one's been recovered yet."

"Uh… karma came fast, huh?"

They chatted a while longer, exchanged farewells, and hung up.

Then Qin Yun claimed his reward.

【Congratulations, host! Check-in successful. Random reward obtained: Wilderness Survival Skill +1】

【Wilderness Survival Skill LV1: In the wild, you are the apex predator—nothing can challenge you.】

Instantly, countless memories flooded his mind—all core techniques of wilderness survival surged in.

Some he already knew, but now these skills deepened further: star navigation, reading clouds for weather, identifying edible plants, fire-by-friction, water purification, building simple shelters—all became second nature.

Moreover, this wilderness survival skill was comprehensive and universal.

From temperate forests to desert wastelands, from arctic tundra to extreme climates—terrain, weather, biological threats—all were etched into instinct. How to choose, how to avoid—everything became clear and precise.

In short, his wilderness survival techniques were now maxed out—he could survive even the harshest environments.

The memory influx lasted five full minutes before ceasing.

His head even throbbed slightly.

The wilderness survival skill was incredibly vast—any single component alone would be a valuable ability.

Originally, for his planned trip to Atlin Lake in Canada, he hadn't been confident. In the wild—especially in Canada's extreme, biologically rich terrain—any accident could happen.

In January, Atlin Lake's average temperature ranges from -15°C to -25°C, plunging as low as -35°C in extremes.

But with this skill, he felt he could survive—even thrive—in even harsher conditions.

With this skill, his livestreaming scope could expand dramatically—he could now actively explore new livestream possibilities.

Like the heart of the Taklamakan Desert, known as the Sea of Death; Siberia's permafrost tundra; the depths of the Amazon rainforest; or uninhabited Pacific islands.

"No rush. Life is long—I can take my time, no need to hurry."

After resting two hours, just before lunch, he stood before Su Huan's door.

Then he remembered her soft body—and instantly felt uneasy.

*Slap!

He slapped his own face, muttering: "Damn, weakling."

The moment his hand dropped, Su Huan's door swung open—he stepped back in surprise.

When he saw the figure inside, his eyes lit up.

Su Huan had changed into a red high-neck knitted dress that hugged her curves, accentuating her figure with elegant, restrained sensuality.

His breath caught.

He knew she was fit—but this was excessive. That slender waist, long neck, and her half-smiling gaze left him utterly flustered.

"Uh… Su Huan, let's go eat. After lunch, I'll take you to the airport."

Su Huan nodded: "Mm, okay. Do you want to return to Hangzhou with me first, or fly straight to Qinghai?"

She wanted to tease him, but feared he'd think her forward—so she abandoned all her chaotic thoughts.

Qin Yun thought: "I'll fly straight to Qinghai. I've got nearly a month—I'll circle around before returning to Hangzhou, then head directly to Beijing."

For him, time was ample. He never intended to rush this nationwide journey—China still had countless places he hadn't properly seen or walked through.

Besides, over such a long trip, check-in tasks would inevitably appear—each one a skill for him.

After lunch, they prepared to go upstairs and pack—when a call from Tianjin disrupted his plans.

"Parcel? Car? Okay, I understand. I'll come tomorrow."

Qin Yun shrugged at Su Huan: "A friend sent me a gift—it's at Tianjin Port. Why don't you skip returning to Hangzhou and come with me to Tianjin?"

"What is it? Delivered to Tianjin Port?" Su Huan was curious.

"A car. Sent by Laura." Qin Yun was stunned. "Didn't expect Laura to be rich—she sent me two cars."

"Laura?" Su Huan recalled—the German woman Qin Yun saved in the desert. "What kind of cars? Imported and shipped directly? And so fast?"

Qin Yun spread his hands: "One BMW, one Mercedes. You'll see when we get there."

"How generous."