Chapter 136: Luxury Car Arrives in Jin

The noise faded, but the feast sparked by Qin Yun did not subside with the end of his livestream; instead, it erupted completely online.

The name "【Qin Ye】" truly entered the broad public's awareness, spreading far beyond Douyin.

For most people, it was merely a spectacle—they glanced once and lost interest. Those intrigued, however, traced the path to Qin Yun, following him, commenting, engaging.

This surge of popularity, within just a few hours, propelled him straight onto three trending topics.

The first was the trending topic for his downhill livestream; the second, for "Wu Ha" and him—likely purchased; the third, for his world-record-breaking feat.

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

On Weibo alone, his follower count surged 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 far more about Douyin. With traffic drawn from Weibo, his Douyin followers successfully breached fifty million, officially entering Douyin's top ten.

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

Su Huan's legs went weak, 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 leaned on his arm, steadied herself, her eyes slightly damp: "I'm… fine. I was tensed up the whole time; now that I've relaxed, my legs gave out. I just need to rest a bit."

"Really fine?" Qin Yun frowned, noting her flushed complexion.

"Don't worry, 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? 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 stiff, standing there dumbfounded, 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 pounding faster than during his downhill run—his blood rushed, 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 in panic.

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 around 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 that her bold hug would elicit such a stronger reaction than she'd imagined.

In her mind, Qin Yun would either hug her back or act as if nothing happened—but this flustered, panicked state—what was that?

Anyone hearing this would doubt whether you were even a married man.

Yet precisely this unexpected reaction ignited a sudden thrill in Su Huan—a thrill that made her want 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 racing so fast? Why? Even when I dated Song Ya, I never felt this way.

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, snapping himself out of his reverie, took several deep breaths, and calmed his turbulent emotions.

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

He told himself not to overthink, yet standing in the room, his thoughts drifted involuntarily.

"Why did Su Huan hug me?"

"Does she actually have feelings for me?"

"I just got divorced—am I being a total jerk jumping into another relationship so fast?"

"Maybe she was just worried as a friend—maybe I'm reading too much into it."

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

He glanced at the caller ID. He almost hung up, but after hesitation, he answered.

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

"Laura?" Qin Yun was surprised. It had been nearly a week since they last parted; 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 after I returned, I sent you a few gifts—I figured they'd arrive these past few days, so I wanted to remind you."

"Gifts?" Qin Yun dismissed it lightly. "You didn't have to go to so much trouble."

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

"Alright, thanks. By the way, were those people who hurt you caught? In Germany, attempted murder should carry a heavy sentence, right?"

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

"Uh… did karma strike that fast?"

The two chatted for a while, then wished each other well and hung up the phone.

Afterwards, Qin Yun began to claim his reward.

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

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

In an instant, countless memories flooded into his mind; all the Hardcore techniques related to wilderness survival surged in.

Some were skills he already possessed, but now these original abilities deepened further—such as using stars to determine direction, reading clouds to predict weather, identifying edible and useful plants, fire-drilling, purifying water in the wild, and building simple shelters—all became second nature.

Moreover, this Wilderness Survival Skill was comprehensive and adaptable to all environments.

From basic survival in temperate forests, to extreme adaptation in desert wastelands, to coping with subzero temperatures in arctic wilderness, every extreme environment—terrain, climate, biological hazards—felt etched into his instinct; how to choose, how to avoid, everything was clear and precise.

In short, his wilderness survival techniques were now fully maxed out—he could find a way to survive even in the harshest conditions.

This influx of memories lasted five full minutes before finally subsiding.

His head even felt slightly swollen.

The Wilderness Survival Skill was truly vast and varied; any single component pulled from it would be an excellent skill on its own.

Originally, for the Wilderness Survival program heading to Lin Hu in Canada, he had no real confidence—because in the wild, especially in extreme environments like Canada with its rich native fauna, any accident could occur.

You have to understand that in January, the average daily temperature at Atlin Lake is -15°C to -25°C, and in extreme cases it can even reach -35°C.

But with this Wilderness Survival Skill, he felt he could survive—even thrive—in even harsher environments.

Moreover, with this skill, his livestreaming scope could expand greatly; he could actively explore new livestreaming possibilities.

For example, the truly terrifying deserts—the core of the Taklamakan Desert, known as the Sea of Death; Siberia's permafrost tundra; the depths of the Amazon rainforest; uncharted Pacific islands, and more.

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

After resting for a couple of hours, just before lunch, he arrived at Su Huan's door.

Then he remembered Su Huan's soft body, and immediately felt uneasy.

"Slap!"

He gave himself a slap and muttered, "Damn, weakling."

The moment his hand came down, Su Huan's door suddenly opened, making Qin Yun step back in surprise.

When he saw the figure behind the door, his eyes lit up instantly.

Su Huan had changed into a red high-neck knitted dress that hugged her curves, revealing her elegant, sensual, yet restrained figure.

His breath paused for half a beat.

He knew Su Huan had a good figure, but this was too much—the slender waist, the long neck, the half-smiling gaze fixed on him—left him utterly flustered.

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

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

She wanted to tease him a little, but feared he'd think her frivolous, so she completely set aside all her scattered thoughts.

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

For him, time was plentiful; he never intended to rush this nationwide journey. China still had so many places he hadn't properly seen or walked through.

Besides, over such a long period, check-in tasks would inevitably appear in various locations—all of which were skills for him.

After lunch, the two prepared to go upstairs and pack their luggage when a call from Tianjin disrupted his plans.

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

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

"What is it? Delivered to the Tianjin Port?" Su Huan asked, curious.

"A car. Sent by Laura." Qin Yun inwardly whistled. "I didn't know Laura was a wealthy woman—she gave me two cars outright."

"Laura?" Su Huan immediately recalled—the German woman Qin Yun had saved in the desert. "What kind of car? Imported and shipped directly? And how fast is this?"

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

"Really generous."