Chapter 221: Tasting the Marrow and Craving More (Fifty-Two for Support Edition)

"Short drama?"

Qin Yun paused, momentarily stunned; though he didn't browse these short dramas on TikTok, he knew they'd been wildly popular over the past two years.

"How much investment is needed?"

Su Huan perked up at Qin Yun's question: "Initial investment is around three million. I plan to buy up potential copyright stakes on various novel websites, then take over Lin Nan's company—they already have a mature team and a streamlined workflow, which will save us a lot of trial and error."

She asked cautiously: "What do you think?"

Qin Yun laughed: "Why are you asking me? I don't understand this stuff. If you think it's good, go ahead and do it boldly. Just remember—you and I are one. Whatever you do, I'll support you."

Hearing this, Su Huan happily leaned in and kissed Qin Yun on the cheek.

"Hehe, thank you, dear Chairman."

Qin Yun feigned a sigh: "Alas, the morals of society are declining—CEOs are openly seducing Chairmen just to get projects approved."

The two bantered playfully and soon returned home.

"By the way, when are we picking up the Baoli Tianyi unit?" Qin Yun asked suddenly after putting his things away.

Though this place is convenient enough, it's still a small one-bedroom apartment—now that the two of them live here, space feels cramped, so ever since returning to Hangzhou, he'd been thinking about moving to the new place.

"They say we can only take possession at the end of May—about two more months."

Speaking of the house, Su Huan's eyes lit up—it was her first home in Hangzhou after years of living here. Though Qin Yun bought it, the title was in her name, and that made all the difference.

"That's still a long way off," Qin Yun shook his head. "Are you planning to redesign the interior or just go with the developer's finish and add some soft furnishings?"

"No redesign," Su Huan said. "Baoli's finish is already good—no need to tear it all down. It's a waste of time and money. We'll just hire someone to design the soft décor and maybe build some cabinets."

"When the renderings are ready, show them to me—I won't hold back on furniture shopping."

"Mm-hmm, don't worry—I'll make our new home absolutely beautiful."

There's a saying, isn't there?

Ah yes—"tasting the marrow and craving more"—meaning once you've tasted the sweetness, greed takes hold, and you want even more, addicted, unable to stop.

That's exactly how Qin Yun and Su Huan had been these past days.

Sometimes Qin Yun didn't even need to initiate—while scrolling on his phone in bed, her warm, supple body would coil around him like a snake, requiring no effort from him.

As they grew more familiar with each other's bodies, Su Huan grew increasingly enamored with the feeling of merging with her beloved—it left her floating in the clouds, reluctant to return to earth.

Online, some say men are a special species constantly preoccupied with sex. Scientific studies show men experience sexual thoughts every twenty-eight minutes on average—so a man's lust is actually a sign of excellent physical health.

But if a woman is lustful, it's pure desire at work—purely physiological craving driving her.

Su Huan had become exactly that—she found herself utterly obsessed with Qin Yun's body. Since their first time together, whenever they were in a safe environment, she craved him—more frequently than he ever did.

Yet women's innate ability to perform allowed her to restrain herself. Several times, when Qin Yun initiated, she was secretly overjoyed.

But she'd read online that you can't do this every day—there's no such thing as worn-out land, only exhausted oxen. Afraid of tiring Qin Yun, she deliberately spaced things out.

But two days ago, while lying in bed chatting and playfully wrestling, they accidentally touched—and Qin Yun noticed something unusual. She then confessed everything to her beloved.

Finally…

"Husband, you don't hate me, do you?"

Su Huan spoke hesitantly, fearing Qin Yun would think her promiscuous—who else would think of doing these things with their husband every day?

But Qin Yun, upon hearing this, flew into a rage.

"I'm furious! Do you know how hard I've been holding back just to protect your body, afraid you couldn't handle it—turns out you could handle it all along? Now I'm going to make you pay."

So since the day before, Su Huan had stopped restraining herself.

Today, after their bath, they embraced in the bathroom.

The two moved in perfect sync, leaving traces of passion in every corner of the small apartment.

…

"Senior, did you receive the money?"

Looking at Lin Yao's message, Qin Yun opened the text and saw a bank notification—twelve ten thousand had been deposited.

He frowned: "Why'd you add two extra ten thousand as interest? Ten is ten—don't pull this kind of thing. I'll transfer it back to you."

Lin Yao replied quickly: "Senior, that's not interest—that's profit sharing. You said you weren't investing, just lending me money. But thanks to your connections, I'm thriving in Hengdian—earning four or five ten thousand in pure profit each month. So I decided to give you fifty percent of the profits. It's been about half a year, so I wanted to send you your first share."

Qin Yun shook his head—this kid.

Seeing Qin Yun's expression, Su Huan asked curiously: "What's wrong?"

Qin Yun explained: "Lin Yao insists on turning my loan into equity—he just sent me twelve ten thousand, calling it half-year dividends."

"Then take it," Su Huan said after thinking. "As he said, he got off the ground so fast partly because of you. Besides, if you accept, he'll feel more secure—and he can use your name to attract business without hesitation."

Qin Yun didn't really care about the money—but after hearing Su Huan's words, he agreed.

"Fine, I won't refuse. By the way, how's things with Shi Lulu?"

At the Hengdian restaurant, Lin Yao watched Shi Lulu bustling around inside and out, and smiled.

"Thank you for asking, Senior. We're doing well—we're together now. She quit her other jobs and is helping me run the restaurant, occasionally taking on private shoots."

Su Huan leaned over to read the message, curious: "Has Shi Lulu changed her ways?"

"Who knows," Qin Yun shrugged. "But Lin Yao's an adult now—we shouldn't overadvise him. He has his own judgment."

He replied: "Good. I'll come visit when I get the chance."

"Got it, Senior—I'll get back to work."

Seeing Lin Yao put down his phone, Shi Lulu hurriedly asked: "Did Senior accept it?"

"He did," Lin Yao said.

"Great!" Shi Lulu beamed. "Now we can operate more freely in Hengdian using Senior's name."

"Still… try to be a little cautious," Lin Yao warned.

Shi Lulu rolled her eyes: "I'm not an idiot, don't worry."

Coincidentally, just two days after contacting Lin Yao, someone in Hengdian called him.

"Chao Ge?" Su Huan looked at the caller ID. "Which Chao Ge?"

Qin Yun took the phone and tapped speaker: "Who else? The one I added after Miaofeng Mountain."

Su Huan instantly understood—it was him.

"Hey, Chao Ge, why the call? Not here to recruit me for a show, are you?" Qin Yun asked.

"Hahaha, no, no! Brother Qin, I'm begging for help—are you busy?" Deng Chao laughed before speaking.

"No live streams planned for now—I'm taking a break. What do you need, just say it."

Deng Chao was currently on a Hengdian set, filming constantly; now nearing the end of production, the male second lead had fallen from his harness and broken his leg, leaving several extremely difficult scenes unshot.

After searching everywhere, no suitable replacement could be found—Deng Chao suddenly thought of Qin Yun.

After explaining, Deng Chao pleaded: "Brother Qin, I've run out of options—the director insists on real filming, and I've invested heavily in this movie. If it flops, I'll have to sell my house and move back under a bridge."

"Pfft—!"

Su Huan couldn't help laughing at Deng Chao's exaggeration.

"Uh… Sister-in-law's here too?"

Su Huan greeted: "Chao Ge, you're exaggerating—even if you lived under a bridge, your wife wouldn't."

"Hehe, that's just how you beg for help—you make yourself sound pitiful to win sympathy," Deng Chao said solemnly.

Qin Yun deadpanned: "I'm still right here."

"Oh right, right." Deng Chao switched back to his persona. "Brother Qin, you absolutely must come help me—or I'll have to kneel."

Qin Yun said: "First tell me what you need me to do—why can't you find any actor?"

"It's like this…"

As Deng Chao explained, Qin Yun gradually understood.

The film was a crime thriller—Deng Chao played a cop, the male second lead was also a cop but a villain. There were many chase and fight scenes—including a long underwater struggle and forest pursuit sequences.

Qin Yun glanced at Su Huan, who immediately smiled and nodded: "If Chao Ge asks, you should say yes. Next time we go to Shanghai, make them treat us to dinner."

"Sister-in-law, you're generous!" Deng Chao beamed. "No need to wait—come this time too. My wife's filming here—I'll introduce you. I'll cover all meals during filming."

"Really?" Su Huan's eyes lit up. "I'm really coming?"

"Come, you must come. If you're interested, I'll get my wife to find you a cameo role."

After hanging up, Qin Yun said: "Good idea—let's go to Hengdian together, and drop by to see Lin Yao."

He smirked: "Didn't know Senior Su had a hidden acting dream. Why not debut? We'll hire more people and make you our star."

"Stop it," Su Huan blushed, as if her secret thought had been exposed. "I'm just going for fun. I'm too old to debut—besides, what's good about being a star? No privacy, can't even go out without being careful."

"Mm, you're right," Qin Yun suppressed his laughter.

Su Huan instantly got angry, flipping over to pin him down: "What? I can't act?"

"Of course you can—you can! I never said you couldn't!" Qin Yun pretended to struggle. "If you can't act, no one can."

"Hmph, good thing you're sensible," Su Huan turned away. "I'm going to pack clothes—we leave early tomorrow."

On Deng Chao's end, having secured Qin Yun's help, he finally sighed in relief. Qin Yun's fame now surpassed many stars—he had no agency, but couldn't be treated as an ordinary person. The director knew of Qin Yun and welcomed his involvement wholeheartedly.

"Chao Ge, how much should we pay him?"

Deng Chao thought for a moment, estimating internally: "Can all scenes be done in three days?"

"If everything goes smoothly, yes."

"Then one million," Deng Chao didn't haggle—he'd heard Qin Yun earned nearly a hundred million from one Indian Ocean livestream; if he tried to pay a few ten thousand, he'd lose a friend for good.

This wasn't about money—it was about face.

"Got it."

After finishing, Deng Chao went to find his wife. She'd been living and working nonstop on set, unreachable—he had to go there in person.

The first thing he said upon seeing Sun Li: "Take tomorrow off—I'll introduce you to two people."

Sun Li paused, but knew her husband wasn't someone without judgment, and immediately nodded: "Alright, I'll tell the director later."