Chapter 204: Ah... I'm in Trouble

The Maldives, also known as the Republic of Maldives, is an island nation in the northern Indian Ocean, near Sri Lanka and India, with a land area so small it's less than some county-level cities in my country, totaling less than 300 square kilometers.

Even including its territorial waters, the total area is only 11. 3 square kilometers—slightly larger than Jiangsu Province, but Jiangsu is pure land area.

Yet despite its size, the Maldives is a highly developed aviation hub due to its heavy reliance on tourism and shipping, with an extremely simple economic structure, scarce resources, and severe dependence on imports.

On the 12th, a plane landed at Velana International Airport in Malé.

Not long after, a man and a woman were picked up by hotel staff with their luggage and taken to the Paradise Island Resort.

Although their main purpose was to livestream, Qin Yun wasn't just there for streaming; it was rare to travel with his girlfriend, so he naturally wanted to enjoy himself.

He rented a luxury ocean-view suite, where the floor-to-ceiling windows offered a view of the beautiful sea, and just a short walk outside led directly to the water.

As soon as he placed the luggage by the entrance, Su Huan was instantly captivated by the scenery outside, forgetting to put down her bag, her feet moving instinctively toward the window, her voice brimming with excitement: "Wow, Qin Yun, look—so beautiful."

It was 2 p. . local time, the sun at its peak, golden light shimmering across the sea, dazzling the eyes.

The distant seawater was unnaturally clear, incomparably better than the sea near Zhoushan—it was truly worlds apart. This was Qin Yun's first real trip to an island, and he was deeply awed.

He put down his luggage and walked beside Su Huan, gazing at the shallow green near shore, gradually deepening as it stretched toward the open ocean. A few coconut trees swayed gently in the breeze, their broad leaves dappled with sunlight. At this hour, many people were sunbathing under the intense heat.

"Yeah, so beautiful. Let's go outside for a walk? The sunlight's perfect right now—let's take some photos."

"Okay!" Su Huan's eyes lit up, nodding immediately, then turning to change into her swimsuit in the wardrobe.

When she emerged, Qin Yun was already dressed in loose shorts, but his eyes were instantly drawn to Su Huan. She wore a light two-piece swimsuit: a simple strap top that accentuated her slender, elegant neck and shoulders, a tight, toned waist with not an ounce of fat, skin as white as sheep's fat jade.

The bikini bottom clung tightly to her, emphasizing her long, straight legs, the delicate lace trim along the hem swaying with each step.

Sensing Qin Yun's burning gaze, even though they were already intimately familiar with each other, Su Huan still felt a faint blush. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, cheeks slightly flushed, pretending not to notice his stare as she walked straight toward the door.

Qin Yun chuckled, quickly following, and soon they stepped onto the sand in their slippers.

Because the Maldives lies near the equator, temperatures remain consistently between twenty and thirty degrees Celsius, making it a pleasant resort destination. A gentle sea breeze stirred Su Huan's hair, carrying a faint saltiness and floral fragrance that was utterly refreshing.

Watching the girl ahead, Qin Yun's eyes held only her—he felt no scenery outside could match her beauty.

"Hey, have you had enough staring?"

Su Huan couldn't take it anymore. Even though they'd been intimate countless times, her nature still made her slightly flustered. She turned, giving him a mock glare.

Qin Yun laughed, stepped forward, and took her hand, striding ahead.

"How could I ever have enough? Not even in a lifetime."

Su Huan let him hold her hand, scolding playfully: "Hmph, you're impossible."

Sunlight fell on them, the sea breeze occasionally brushing past; between the turquoise sea and white sand, their hearts naturally grew clear and light.

…

"Alright, about here," Qin Yun nodded to the pilot, signaling it was time.

As the helicopter hovered high above, Qin Yun picked up the blue cubic beacon and opened the helicopter door, throwing it hard downward—it plummeted and slammed onto the blue ocean surface.

Looking out, the endless ocean held nothing, saw nothing—just water, nothing but water.

This spot was over 1, 00 kilometers from the Maldives, with no island within an 800-kilometer radius, eliminating any chance he might find land.

He checked his phone's location, confirmed the signal was still connected, then turned back for the return flight.

The beacon was for precision skydiving.

Back at Paradise Island, Su Huan was lounging lazily on the beach, drinks and fruit beside her, a towel draped over her, sunglasses on—perfectly embodying the tourist vibe.

"Beautiful lady, all alone? May I borrow the lounge chair next to you?"

Su Huan lowered her sunglasses, a smile spreading across her face: "Of course not for anyone else—but since you're so handsome, sure."

Qin Yun sat down cheerfully: "You've got an amazing figure. Want me to put some sunscreen on you?"

"Perfect," Su Huan pointed to the box beside her. "Use a lot—I don't want to get tanned."

Qin Yun eagerly grabbed the sunscreen, squeezed out a large glob into his palm, then pressed it onto Su Huan's thigh. The coolness of the cream mixed with the warmth of his palm made her cheeks flush unexpectedly.

"Handsome, don't cross the line—I've got a boyfriend."

"Boyfriend?" Qin Yun's hands moved like engines, applying even, firm pressure as he kneaded her long, rounded thighs. "Is your boyfriend as handsome as me? In this world, looks are justice—I'm tall, handsome, and fit. Why not ditch him and be with me?"

"You're shameless!"

Joking, once he'd finished applying sunscreen to her front, Qin Yun told her to turn over, then pinched the strap—immediately, it snapped open, making Su Huan cry out.

"Ah… what if someone sees?"

Qin Yun squeezed sunscreen onto her back: "Relax—only because no one's around. If anyone were here, I wouldn't dare."

Su Huan shot him a withering look and spat out two words: "Beast."

Su Huan had an excellent figure: 1. 8 meters tall, perfect proportions. Though not exaggeratedly busty or curvy, her body carried an indescribable beauty that made it hard to look away.

Even though he'd studied it countless times, he never grew tired of it—his boundless energy always stirred unimaginable urges.

Like now—just applying sunscreen, his thoughts turned thoroughly wicked. Had conditions allowed, he might have already launched a sneak attack.

"How far did you throw the beacon?"

"About 1, 00 kilometers from here."

Su Huan froze, turning to look at him: "That far?"

She reached behind, fastened the straps, then sat up.

"Why so far?"

"Not that far," Qin Yun shook his head, wiping the leftover sunscreen from his hands. "Too close, and the beacon might drift onto an island."

A flicker of worry appeared in Su Huan's eyes: "Actually, there's no need for precision skydiving—even jumping straight into the sea would be fine, right?"

"Don't worry, nothing will happen." Qin Yun grabbed her arm and gently pulled her up from the lounge chair. "Come on, let's go swim."

The nearshore water was clear to the bottom, the temperature perfect—comfortable.

But as they walked deeper, water pressure gradually increased; soon, their feet couldn't touch the bottom, and they floated entirely on the surface.

Su Huan could swim, though not as well as Qin Yun. Still, navigating this calm nearshore water was effortless for her.

Qin Yun, of course, was even better—he'd mastered expert-level diving, moving in water like a fish. If not for needing oxygen, he wouldn't even have to worry about drowning.

"Ah!"

Su Huan was swimming happily when suddenly something wrapped around her like an octopus—she screamed in shock. But the next instant, her lips were sealed shut, no sound escaping.

Looking at the man so close, flushed with anger, she bit him lightly, then stopped swimming, letting herself be held in his arms, no longer fearing the danger of inhaling water.

"You scared me to death!"

"Hehe!" Qin Yun held her slender waist tightly, lying on the water's surface, basking in the sun's warmth. "So comfortable!"

"Xiao Huan, what do you think about settling in Sanya after this?"

"Sanya?" Su Huan frowned. "Why Sanya?"

"I'm not saying it has to be Sanya—just that its climate is closest to here."

"I'll follow you wherever you go."

"Mm, husband leads, wife follows."

"I haven't married you yet—how can you say that?"

"So you won't marry me?"

"Ugh… you're annoying."

…

March 15, 8: 5 a. ., 3, 00 meters above the Indian Ocean.

Inside the helicopter, Qin Yun double-checked his gear.

One Red Bull, one SOG survival knife, one watch, two Snickers bars, one solar-powered flashlight. He wore casual T-shirt and jeans, sneakers—aside from the drone equipment, that was everything.

At this moment, countless netizens both domestic and abroad were already waiting on Qin Yun's homepage, gathered before his livestream.

Qin Yun looked at Su Huan beside him: "I'm about to start livestreaming. When I jump, go back to the hotel and wait for me. Don't keep watching the stream—this is a rare trip, just enjoy yourself."

Su Huan hid her worry, smiling: "Don't worry—I'll spend the next nine days on a food and drink tour."

He leaned in and kissed her lightly, then immediately turned on three cameras and clicked "Go Live" on the drone's screen.

Simultaneously, on four platforms—Douyin domestically, TikTok, YouTube, and Twitch abroad—Qin Yun's livestream flickered, and the video instantly appeared.

"Hello, everyone, I'm Qin Yun, a temporary air crash survivor, currently en route to an air crash. I'll begin a nine-day simulated survival journey as an air crash survivor. Nine days later, a helicopter will miraculously appear and rescue me."

Because the drone has real-time translation, subtitles appear instantly whether he speaks Chinese or English—no language barrier.

"Hahaha, waited so long—Qin Ye is the best."

"Qin, air crash survivor—so thrilling."

"What the hell is a 'temporary' air crash survivor? Can you even be temporary?"

"Qin Ye's livestreams are getting wilder."

"OMG, Qin is really going to survive nine days out here? He'll die."

"If it's not dangerous, why livestream at all?"

Watching the comments on the screen, Qin Yun continued: "I'm carrying a parachute pack. I'll perform a precision skydive from 3, 00 meters. Do you see the blue flashing dot on the sea? That's my landing point."

"Besides that, I only brought one Red Bull, two Snickers bars, my left hand holds the latest Casio XX watch, plus the SOG survival knife and flashlight—that's all I have."

After speaking, Qin Yun walked to the helicopter door, turned his back to the outside, nodded to Su Huan, then faced the screen again.

He raised his index and middle fingers, forming a V above his head.

"Ah… I'm in trouble!"

As he spoke, Qin Yun leaned backward and fell instantly into the air—the endless ocean instantly filled the livestream's frame.

"Puh—what trouble? You're full of it."

"Laughed to death—Qin Ye just f***ing did it."

"666."

"WindLady gifted the streamer 10 Carnival Tokens—Qin Ye, keep going!"

"BoLang brother sent the streamer 10 Carnival gifts—Master Qin is mighty."

"Chen He sent the streamer 10..."

"Emily sent the streamer..."

As he stepped from the helicopter, gifts surged across domestic and international platforms, flooding the screen—officially launching the live broadcast of a plane crash survival.