Chapter 220: Traveling with Beauty (Happy May 2nd)

"Woo—" Only by clinging tightly to Qin Yun could Su Huan feel how much thinner he had become. "You smell awful."

"Hahaha."

Seeing the woman before him, Qin Yun couldn't help bursting into laughter; the pressure of recent days finally lifted completely. He pulled her into his arms with such force it seemed he meant to fuse her entirely into his body.

Feeling the man's fervor, Su Huan, though repulsed by his stench, felt no disdain. She pressed her face against his solid chest, sensing the hot, powerful heartbeat within.

After releasing his turbulent emotions, Qin Yun closed the cabin door and gave the pilot a thumbs-up.

The pilot, receiving the signal, immediately began the return flight.

"Xiao Huan, shall we stay a little longer in the Maldives?" Qin Yun suggested.

Su Huan gripped his hand tightly, offering no objection: "Mm, I'll follow you. Stay as long as you want—I'll be with you always."

"You're so good."

"..." Su Huan looked up at him, seeing Qin Yun gazing at her with tender affection. Her face flushed instantly. She lightly slapped him. "Stop it. What's so good about that?"

"Hehe, I just think you're wonderful."

"You're ridiculous!"

"Xiao Huan."

"Hmm?"

"How many kids do you think we should have?"

"Uh… two? Three?"

…

When Qin Yun returned to the hotel and lay down on the soft bed, it was already noon.

He stared at the system's reward, finding it strangely surreal.

This so-called overclock skill felt too detached from reality. But if viewed as a computer's ability to forcibly boost power temporarily—gaining strength at a cost afterward—it made sense.

This skill allowed his body and mind to overclock, much like the Heavenly Demon Body Shattering Art in xianxia novels.

As he pondered, a server pushed in a meal cart and, following Su Huan's instructions, arranged the dishes on the table.

"Qin Yun, get up and eat. I ordered you millet and sea cucumber porridge, a plate of steamed dragon tongue fish, a small bowl of coconut-scented silver ear soup, a stir-fried seasonal vegetable dish, and some fruit."

Su Huan saw off the server, locked the door, then entered the room to call him.

Qin Yun pulled his thoughts back and spoke lazily.

"Call me husband, and I'll get up."

Su Huan was defeated by his shamelessness. Furious, she lunged at him.

"Hmph! You stink so bad, yet you dare lie in bed? Get up right now! Even if you're my husband, you're still a stinky husband!"

"Hahaha, my dear Xiao Huan, your husband's a bit tired. Let me take a hot shower first."

"Then go quickly."

"Call me husband!"

Su Huan gritted her teeth, then leaned close to Qin Yun's ear and whispered softly.

"Husband, time for your shower and meal."

Qin Yun shuddered instantly. He stared at Su Huan, dazed, unable to recover from the simple word.

He thought of his first marriage—he'd been willing to use pet names for Song Ya, but she'd always called him by his full name. Now he realized: she needed someone who loved her, not someone she loved.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Such a common term now carried a special bond between them. Su Huan herself hadn't noticed that, the moment she spoke it, a deep inner acceptance had taken root in her heart.

"Nothing. Since you called me husband, I'll get up."

After bathing, he sat at the table and ate slowly.

Though he hadn't been truly hungry in nine days, his meals had been abysmal. His stomach and body were severely deficient in nutrients. So despite the delicious food before him, he didn't wolf it down—he chewed thoroughly, absorbing every bit in his mouth before swallowing.

This meal lasted a full hour and a half before Qin Yun finished everything.

He patted his belly and smiled contentedly: "Finally alive again. This is what real food tastes like."

One good thing about hotels: no need to worry about hygiene. You just eat, drink, and play.

After the server cleared the remnants, the two stepped out of the hotel and onto the beach.

"Really not sleeping?"

Su Huan asked again.

Qin Yun shook his head: "I slept well enough last night. No need to disrupt my rhythm—I'll sleep tonight."

They strolled along the beach under the sun. Su Huan said: "Let me take you for a local essential oil SPA? Help you relax?"

Qin Yun had no objections.

Soon, they reached a dense tropical greenery zone, with wooden walkways winding through the air, scented faintly with coconut oil and sandalwood.

Inside the semi-open treatment room, through the glass, a tranquil ocean stretched out, waves gently lapping, blending with the background music.

Qin Yun had never had a SPA before. He'd always disliked strangers touching him, never even tried foot baths or massages. This was his first time.

Lying on the warm treatment bed, warm towels gently rested on his neck, shoulders, and back. Then cool-warm essential oils spread along his meridians. Under the therapist's skilled hands, a tingling relaxation slowly softened his tense nerves and muscles.

The sound of waves, the scent of oil, the perfect pressure—released a deep weariness from his marrow. All fatigue seemed to drain from his pores, leaving him weightless, nearly asleep.

Over an hour later, the two stepped out of the SPA center, utterly relaxed.

"How was it? Comfortable?" Su Huan asked.

"Very comfortable. But still not as good as you." Qin Yun leaned close to her ear. "Tonight, when you sleep, give me a full-body massage."

Su Huan felt the heat against her ear and glared at him.

"Hmph! Up to no good!"

In the following days, Qin Yun slowly regained his strength while accompanying Su Huan in unrestrained play across the Maldives.

They tried every activity the place offered. In the end, their only pleasures were eating and sunbathing.

After about half a month, time slipped by, and it was April 10.

The two finally prepared to return home.

After half a month of recovery, Qin Yun's physique and physical condition had fully returned.

Feeling completely restored, he could no longer suppress his long-suppressed urges—he decided to act.

"Still need to buy anything?" Su Huan counted the local specialties in the suitcase, feeling something was missing.

Qin Yun shook his head: "Enough. No need to buy so much—just enough for your family and my mom. Friends can wait."

"No, proper etiquette matters." Su Huan shook her head. "Food's fine. Tomorrow, check the airport duty-free shop for other things."

As Su Huan zipped up the suitcase and stood, a scorching body pressed tightly against her back.

"Ah… you scared me to death!"

Qin Yun whispered against her ear: "It's getting late. Time to rest."

"Beast! It's only five… ah!"

With a startled cry, she was swept up in his arms, and he rushed toward the bedroom.

The bedroom windows were one-way glass, so sunlight still streamed in.

"Wait… don't you need more rest? Your body isn't fully recovered yet—you'll hurt yourself!" Su Huan blushed, staring at the man's burning gaze, struggling weakly.

Qin Yun swiftly stripped off his clothes.

"What do you think?"

Su Huan knew she was in for trouble—pleasure.

Soon, the bed rocked like ocean waves, never stopping. Qin Yun unlocked many new positions.

To write it all down would take two hundred thousand words.

…

"Everything's been arranged for staff to mail out. Phones, computers—all ordered officially."

Back in Hangzhou, Qin Yun, rare as a normal company boss, appeared before his employees for the first time.

"Mm, good."

Qin Yun didn't look up, his fingers moving the mouse, eyes locked on the screen.

After a while, he caught Su Huan still standing there. He looked up: "What's up, Su Huan? Need something?"

Su Huan rolled her eyes gracefully: "I was wondering, Chairman, it's almost noon. What are we eating? Should I order for you?"

"How do you usually handle lunch?"

"Sometimes I order takeout. Sometimes I eat out with staff."

"What about today?"

"Eat out with staff."

Qin Yun thought: "How about I join you?"

"Then hurry up!" Su Huan tossed him her back. "I'll wait two minutes. And since the chairman's eating with us lowly staff, you're paying."

Qin Yun regretted it, but seeing the empty office, he had no choice but to accept.

The company had only five employees—two women, three men—all young. They'd never seen their boss before. When they arrived that morning and saw Qin Yun, they acted like fans meeting a celebrity. The office buzzed like a market.

After fulfilling their demands for photos and autographs, Qin Yun finally escaped their persistent pursuit and rushed back to his office.

Though they all knew Qin Yun was the hidden owner, he'd never appeared before.

"Yeah! Boss is awesome! I want roast duck!"

"I want beef and grilled meat!"

From outside, the cheers confirmed Su Huan had already spread the news of his treat.

With the five employees, Qin Yun chose Xiayan at Haichuang Park—it had everything they wanted, and cost under three hundred per person.

During meals, everyone was young, and once they got comfortable, they spoke without restraint, throwing out all sorts of questions that left Qin Yun overwhelmed.

"Mr. Qin, when's your next live stream? Will you go abroad again?"

The one asking was a young girl from the company—Hu Tong—a recent graduate with a naturally baby-faced appearance, very cute.

"I haven't decided yet. Let's talk about it in May—I'm planning to take this month off."

"Alright."

"Mr. Qin, you should go to the African savanna and follow the animal migrations across the grasslands—it'd be fascinating, and the danger would be low."

"I think the primeval forest is better—like the Amazon rainforest. I heard the anacondas there are dozens of meters long, terrifying."

"I also want to see Mr. Qin go to the desert—the Taklamakan Desert, the Sahara Desert."

Hearing their suggestions, Su Huan snapped: "Are you all itching for a beating? This is my man—can't you suggest something safer, like Xiao Tong?"

The others immediately shrank back.

Watching Su Huan assert herself, Qin Yun found it strange—this side of her was rarely seen at home—and immediately found himself in trouble.

Su Huan looked at him: "What are you staring at?"

Qin Yun quickly lowered his head: "Nothing, nothing. Everyone, eat, eat some more."

Seeing Qin Yun like this, everyone struggled to hold back their laughter.

Hu Tong thought: I never imagined Mr. Qin, so mighty and commanding in his livestream, would be so submissive to Sister Su. Clearly, Sister Su is terrifying—she's tamed a man like Qin Yun. I'd better not be late for work again; losing pay is small, but getting beaten later? No thanks.

"Are you not planning to collaborate with Lin Nan and the others anymore?" Su Huan said suddenly as they sat in the car after work. "I notice your videos are all with Douyin now."

Qin Yun shrugged: "No choice—it's good for me. It saves me a ton of hassle. Even publishing is handled for me; I just hand everything over to Douyin. If I gave it to Lin Nan's company, their efficiency wouldn't match Douyin's."

"That's true," Su Huan nodded. "How about this: keep regular livestreams with Lin Nan's company?"

"Of course," Qin Yun had no objection. "Are Lin Nan's company's operations struggling?"

"Traditional video content isn't doing well anymore. With AI's rise, short dramas and animated series are trending, so they're spending heavily to pivot—buying copyrights, nearly half a million already—but their short dramas haven't made a splash at all."

Qin Yun wasn't in this industry, so he didn't fully understand. But he remembered a classmate who wrote a novel in his spare time—he'd glanced at it twice, and even someone who never read novels found it interesting.

"I have a friend who wrote a novel called something like 'Bound to…' I think it could be adapted. If you need it, I can contact my friend and get you a free license."

"Let's see," Su Huan hesitated. "I actually want to launch another business line at the company and try short dramas."