Chapter 220: A Joyful Journey with Beauty (Happy May 2nd)

"Wuuu—" Only by clinging tightly to Qin Yun could Su Huan feel how much thinner he had become; "So stinky."

"Hahahaha."

Looking at the woman before him, Qin Yun couldn't help bursting into laughter; the pressure of days past finally dissolved completely—he pulled her into his arms with such force it seemed he meant to crush 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 command, 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 stay 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, and she lightly slapped him. "Stop it—what's so good about that?"

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

"You're ridiculous!"

"Xiao Huan."

"Mm?"

"How many kids do you think we'll have someday?"

"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 reward granted by the system, truly feeling it was bizarre.

This so-called overclock skill felt far too detached from reality; yet if understood as a computer's ability to forcibly boost power temporarily—becoming stronger for a while, but paying a price afterward—

this skill allowed his body and mind to overclock, something akin to the Heavenly Demon Body Dissolution Art in xianxia novels.

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

"Qin Yun, get up and eat—according to you: millet and sea cucumber porridge, a plate of steamed dragon tongue fish, a small bowl of coconut-scented silver ear soup, a dish of stir-fried seasonal vegetables, and 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 Qin Yun's shamelessness; furious, she lunged at him.

"Hmph, you stink so bad and still dare lie in bed—get up right now! Even if you're my husband, you're still a stinky husband!"

"Hahaha, my dear Comrade 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 in frustration, but finally leaned close to Qin Yun's ear and whispered softly.

"Husband, time to shower and eat."

Qin Yun shuddered instantly, gazing dazedly at Su Huan, unable to snap out of the simple word for a long moment.

He thought back to his first marriage—he'd been willing to use pet names for Song Ya, but she'd always addressed 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 commonplace term now felt like a special bond between them; Su Huan herself hadn't noticed that, the moment she spoke it, a deep-seated acceptance had begun to take root in her heart.

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

After bathing, seated at the dining table, Qin Yun ate slowly and calmly.

Over nine days, though he hadn't gone hungry, his meals had been utterly unappetizing; his stomach and body were severely deficient in nutrients. So despite the fine food before him, he didn't wolf it down—he chewed thoroughly, absorbing every bit in his mouth before swallowing.

This meal took a full hour and a half before Qin Yun finished every last bite.

Patting his belly, he smiled contentedly: "Finally alive again—this is what real food tastes like."

One good thing about hotels: you never had to worry about hygiene—just eat, drink, play, and enjoy.

After the server cleared the remains, the two stepped out of the hotel hand in hand, stepping 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 circadian rhythm. I'll sleep tonight."

They strolled along the beach, basking in the sun; Su Huan said: "Let me take you to try the local essential oil SPA—help you relax?"

Qin Yun had no objections.

Soon, they arrived at a dense tropical greenery zone, with wooden walkways winding through the foliage, the air filled with a faint blend of coconut oil and sandalwood incense.

Inside the semi-open treatment room, through the glass, a tranquil ocean stretched out; gentle waves blended seamlessly 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 experience.

Lying face-down on the warm treatment bed, warm towels gently pressed against his neck, shoulders, and back; then cool-warm essential oils spread along his meridians, and under the therapist's skilled hands, a tingling relaxation slowly softened his tense nerves and muscles, day after day of strain melting away.

The sound of waves, the scent of oils, the perfect pressure—released a deep fatigue from his marrow; all exhaustion seemed to drain out through his pores, leaving him light as air, nearly falling asleep.

Over an hour later, the two walked 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. "When you sleep next to me, 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 as she freely explored the Maldives.

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

After staying for about half a month, the time swiftly arrived at April 10th.

The two finally prepared to return home.

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

Once he felt completely restored, he could no longer suppress the exhaustion of recent days and decided to act.

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

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

"That won't do. Proper etiquette must be observed." Su Huan shook her head. "Food's fine as is. We'll check the airport duty-free shop tomorrow for other things."

Zipping up the suitcase, Su Huan had just stood up when a scorching body tightly embraced her from behind.

"Ah… you scared me to death."

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

"Beast! It's only five o'clock… ah…"

With a startled cry, she was swept up in a waist-hold, and the man rushed impatiently toward the bedroom.

The bedroom windows were one-way glass, so sunlight still streamed into the room.

"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 feebly.

Qin Yun swiftly stripped off his clothes in three quick motions.

"What do you think?"

Su Huan knew she was in for suffering (or pleasure).

Soon, the bed began to sway like ocean waves, never stopping, and Qin Yun successfully unlocked many new positions.

If written out, it would take two hundred thousand words to finish.

…

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

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

"Mm, okay."

Qin Yun didn't look up, operating the mouse, eyes locked on the computer screen.

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

Su Huan gave him a beautiful eye-roll: "I'm asking, Chairman, it's almost noon—what are we having for lunch? Want me to order for you?"

"How do you usually handle lunch?"

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

"What about today?"

"Eat out with staff."

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

"Then hurry!" 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 swallow the loss.

The company had only five employees—two women, three men—all young. It was their first time seeing the boss; when they spotted Qin Yun that morning, they acted like they'd met a celebrity, turning the office into a bustling market for the first time.

After satisfying everyone's demands for photos and autographs, Qin Yun finally escaped their pestering and fled back to his office.

Though they all knew Qin Yun was the company's behind-the-scenes boss, he had never appeared before.

"Yeah, Boss forever! I want roast duck."

"I want beef and grilled meat."

Listening to the cheers outside, clearly Su Huan had already spread the news that he was treating everyone.

Then, with the five employees, Qin Yun chose a place called Xia Yan in Haichuang Park—it had everything the staff wanted, and cost under three hundred per person.

Over dinner, with everyone young and already relaxed, conversation flowed without restraint, questions flying at Qin Yun nonstop.

"Boss Qin, when's your next livestream? Going abroad again?"

The speaker was a little girl from the company—Hu Tong, a fresh graduate of one year, with a naturally baby-faced, adorable appearance.

"Not decided yet. We'll see in May. This month, I'm taking a break."

"Alright."

"You should go to the African savanna, follow animal migrations across the grasslands—sounds fun, and low risk."

"I think the primeval forest's better—like the Amazon jungle. I heard the anacondas there are dozens of meters long. Terrifying."

"I want to see Boss Qin in the desert—Taklamakan, Sahara."

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

The others instantly shrank back.

Watching Su Huan unleash her authority, Qin Yun found it strange—this side of her was rare at home—and immediately drew fire upon himself.

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

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

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

Hu Tong thought: Who'd have thought Boss Qin, so mighty and commanding in his livestream, is completely 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—what if I get beaten?

"Are you not planning to cooperate with Lin Nan 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 better for me—saves me tons of trouble. Even publishing's handled for me. I 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?"

"Their traditional video business isn't doing well. With AI's rise, short dramas and animated series are trending, so they're pouring money into transformation—buying copyrights, nearly half a million already—but their short dramas haven't made a splash."

Qin Yun wasn't in this industry, so he wasn't very clear on it. However, he recalled a classmate who had written a novel in his spare time; he'd glanced at it twice, and even he, a person who didn't read novels, had found it quite interesting.

"I have a friend who wrote a novel, called something like 'Binding...'. I think we could try adapting this one. If needed, I can contact my friend to license it to their company for free."

"Let's see." Su Huan hesitated. "Actually, I also want the company to open another line of business and try making short dramas."