Chapter 203

After passing through the initial nervousness, Qin Yun gradually relaxed.

He could feel that Su Huan's parents still liked him very much; there was none of the difficulty he'd imagined, and not a single word about his second marriage.

Throughout, everything was warm and harmonious, filled with blessings for their future.

Qin Yun silently sighed—this was what a normal family was like. What kind of hellish life had he been living before? He had treated others as treasures, but they never saw him that way.

During dinner, Su Huan's mother kept piling food onto his plate; the affection in her eyes wrapped Qin Yun in pure happiness. Perhaps this was how Su Huan felt when she was at his place too.

After dinner, everyone went downstairs to take a walk in the neighborhood.

Su's father, who smoked, lagged behind, so Qin Yun slowed down to keep him company.

"Xiao Qin, you don't smoke, right?"

"Yeah, Uncle, I don't smoke."

"Good not to smoke," Su Changhe sighed. "Your aunt keeps urging me to quit, but I quit for a while every year, then start again—year after year, it's hard."

Qin Yun smiled but didn't agree: "Young people these days are smoking far less—not just because the smell is unpleasant, but because there's simply no benefit. It's not just cigarettes; fewer young people drink alcohol too."

"Yes, healthy habits should definitely be encouraged," Su Changhe agreed. "By the way, Xiao Qin, are you planning to settle in Hangzhou?"

Qin Yun heard this and realized Su Huan hadn't told her parents yet about buying the house.

"Yeah, for now we'll stay in Hangzhou, since the company's there," Qin Yun said—he didn't care where he lived, "but we'll see what Su Huan wants later. My job doesn't require me to settle anywhere in particular."

"Still, it's better to be in a more developed place."

They chatted casually like this; Qin Yun occasionally told funny stories from his livestreams, while Su Changhe talked about problems with his students—there was always something to talk about.

Watching the two most important men in her life chatting with full smiles, Su Huan couldn't help but wrap her arm around her mother's.

"Mom, I'm so happy."

Qin Ran, seeing her radiant happiness, sighed: "I thought you'd never get married until you were thirty-eight. I never expected it would happen so fast—in the blink of an eye, you're already in love. Even though all your classmates and younger sisters are married, twenty-eight isn't late."

"Mom!"

Su Huan was speechless—she'd ruined the whole mood.

"You, Xiao Qin is good, but life is mutual—you must learn to accept each other's flaws, don't be selfish, okay?"

"Love wears thin. Haven't you seen what happened to Xiao Qin?"

Su Huan listened to these words without taking them to heart—she was nothing like Song Ya, that fool who didn't know how to love. And thank goodness she was that way, or how else could Su Huan have gotten him back?

"Also, I'm not joking—you two should get married soon. You're not a girl in her early twenties anymore; after thirty, childbirth becomes advanced maternal age."

Su Huan rolled her eyes, utterly defeated by her mother's thinking.

In Chengde, Qin Yun stayed six days, meeting every relative, inside and out—effectively introducing him to the entire family circle.

Then, in Zhoushan, another round followed. By the time everything ended, it was the thirteenth day of the lunar year.

"Mom, Su Huan and I talked it over—we've decided to return to Hangzhou on the sixteenth."

Hu Fen nodded, a flicker of concern in her eyes: "Okay, you're going to livestream again? Don't you want more rest?"

"I'll probably rest another half-month or so—might start streaming around mid-March."

Qin Yun had tentatively planned this, since he'd be going out to the open ocean; he needed to carefully plan the location, and also figure out how to livestream and what content to show.

Because of the location, timing had to be precise—how to prepare the drones, how to handle the batteries—all needed advance planning.

"I won't pry into your work—just make sure you stay safe."

"I know, Mom, don't worry."

In the blink of an eye, after Lantern Festival, the New Year's atmosphere faded.

Those who needed to work went back to work; those who needed to labor headed far away to find jobs.

Qin Yun's car was packed with fresh seafood, carrying his mother's lingering affection and blessings, and the two set off for Hangzhou.

"Will this livestream have sponsorships?" Su Huan asked.

Qin Yun thought: "DJI, Red Bull, Casio—contact a few more. Since we're simulating a plane crash, we can carry other items: food, clothing, that sort of thing."

Su Huan noted it down: "Got it. With your current fame, we can raise the price for this livestream. Logo exposure deals can go up to fifty, and if you do product mentions, we can negotiate further."

"You decide," Qin Yun said. He knew his career had taken off partly because of the system, but without Su Huan's help in business, he'd have stumbled through countless detours—maybe even been scammed.

So sometimes fate is strange—destined unions are written in the stars; this thread of fate always finds its rightful place.

From Zhoushan to Hangzhou wasn't close, but not far either—three and a half hours' drive, and they didn't even stop at a service area, driving straight home.

Qin Yun made five or six trips up and down, finally stowing everything from the trunk into the fridge.

"You worked hard—have some fruit."

Qin Yun took the fruit bowl, placed it on the dining table, then pulled Su Huan into his arms. Before she could cry out, he kissed her—greedily sucking, and Su Huan, startled by the suddenness, quickly melted into it, wrapping her arms around his neck and responding fiercely.

The kiss lasted several minutes, leaving Su Huan's hair disheveled and her cheeks flushed.

"You're annoying—so sudden, you scared me!"

Qin Yun grinned: "Can't help it. Just seeing you makes me want to kiss you."

This sudden endearment made Su Huan's heart flutter, but since it was still broad daylight, she held back.

"I'll go prepare lunch."

Watching the flustered woman hurry off, Qin Yun smiled silently.

……

"DJI sent over the drones: one latest-model AI main drone capable of streaming simultaneously to multiple platforms, no worries about firewalls; one auxiliary drone; and one action camera. Besides the main drone, the other two also have built-in AI."

Su Huan read aloud from DJI's email list.

"And the batteries: equipped with CATL high-energy solid-state batteries, no need to remove them—fully charged, they last sixteen hours. The built-in solar charging compartment recharges quickly—half an hour to full—so you won't have to worry about power at all."

DJI's tech is truly amazing; and one must also admire CATL's batteries—now that solid-state batteries are here, power is no longer his concern.

"Also, a new Casio waterproof smartwatch—two hundred meters underwater, no problem. The Snickers product is the same as last time on Mount Qixing—no special requirements, just remember to take it out and eat it. We negotiated a Phoenix flashlight with built-in energy storage—it auto-charges during the day and lasts all night without issue."

"Finally, the SOG survival knife and Red Bull—Red Bull provided drinks in bottles, as you requested. That's all: six brands, total price 3.32 million."

Qin Yun nodded and smiled, "Huanhuan, you're amazing."

Su Huan shivered slightly, her face flushed as she grumbled, "Can you not call me that? It feels weird."

"Didn't you love hearing it last night?"

"Don't you dare say it again!"

"Alright, alright, I won't call you that." Qin Yun quickly begged, "But just using your full name feels off too."

"What's wrong with it?" Su Huan rolled her eyes, thought for a moment, then whispered, "Just call me Xiaohuan."

"Alright, Xiaohuan it is." Qin Yun grinned triumphantly. "Now let's pin down the livestream location—what part of the open ocean do you think is best?"

Su Huan tapped her computer screen, where a dynamic world map appeared.

"It's late winter in the Northern Hemisphere now. If you're simulating a plane crash survival scenario, you should go to the Southern Hemisphere." She pointed to two oceans. "Either the Indian Ocean or the Pacific."

"If you choose the Indian Ocean, you can first fly to the Maldives, then depart from there to your destination; if you pick the Pacific, you can land directly in Hawaii and then set out."

Qin Yun nodded slightly—Su Huan's work was meticulous.

"Which do you think is better?"

Su Huan glanced at Qin Yun and smiled. "My suggestion is naturally the Pacific. Though for an ordinary person, there's little difference, for you, the Pacific offers greater safety. But I suspect you'd lean toward the Indian Ocean anyway?"

"You really understand me."

Qin Yun didn't need to maximize the danger level—he was bound by the system's constraints.

Just two days ago, the system suddenly issued a new check-in task—the first ever issued while he wasn't physically at the location.

【Check-in task issued: Host must travel to the Indian Ocean, perform a fixed-point parachute jump into the marked sea point, simulate being a plane crash survivor, survive nine days to complete the check-in.】

A flicker of worry crossed Su Huan's eyes; she bit her lip but said nothing more.

Qin Yun embraced her from behind and whispered softly into her ear, "Don't worry—the dangers in the sea are even less than those on Yaomei Peak. Nothing will happen."

"Mm." Su Huan gripped his hand. "Safety first. I'll go with you."

"Of course. I want to see you the moment the livestream ends. Then we'll have a great time in the Maldives."

"You promise?"

"I, Qin Ye, speak once—and even four horses couldn't drag back my word."

"Stop it, where are you touching?"

For a moment, the room overflowed with springtime charm, the beauty's soft breaths stirring his heart.

After finalizing the preparations, Qin Yun directly posted livestream announcements on Douyin, TikTok, Twitch, and YouTube.

【March 15, 9:00 AM, above the Indian Ocean, a simulated plane crash will occur. Nine days of survival simulation will be shown—how to survive in an endless ocean. Livestream synchronized across Douyin, TikTok, YouTube, and Twitch. Please follow!】

As soon as the announcement dropped, fans both domestic and overseas erupted.

With the growing popularity of his wilderness survival shows, his foreign fanbase increased dramatically every day.

On TikTok and YouTube, Su Huan had already synced all his videos to these two accounts; fan counts had already surpassed ten million. With the continued surge of his wilderness survival content, hitting one hundred million on both platforms was certain.

Popularity works this way: if the wilderness survival hype fades, it fades—and people quickly forget.

But if Qin Yun can sustain it, all that hype will turn into real data and real money.

"Can't wait—I've been waiting and waiting, finally Qin is going live."

"The amazing Chinese man. The amazing livestream."

"OMG, simulated plane crash—so thrilling!"

"Unbelievable—surviving nine days in the Indian Ocean? How is that even possible?"

"Qin Ye is awesome! But seriously, scheduled plane crash? Hahaha."

"666—this is the content we picked out! Hahaha, can't wait!"

"Go Qin Ye, shock these foreigners!"

After posting the livestream, Qin Yun and Su Huan began processing visas and preparing to depart for the Maldives. Once there, they'd need to contact a local helicopter rental company and complete equipment testing and other preparations.

Although it was only the 8th, time was already tight.