Chapter 258

When Qin Yun opened his eyes again, it was noon on July 5th, and he was in a hospital.

The private ward was empty except for him.

The only sound in the room was the monitor's beeping; he turned his head to check the numbers on the device, then pulled it off his body.

His body still felt weak, utterly lacking the usual energy he once had.

At that moment, the ward door opened and Su Huan walked in.

Their eyes met, and Su Huan burst into tears of joy.

"You're finally awake—the doctor said you were just exhausted, but I was terrified."

Holding her hand, Qin Yun smiled: "I was just exhausted, nothing else. What date is it today? How long was I asleep?"

"It's the 5th—you slept for nearly forty hours. I'll call the doctor right away."

Saying this, Su Huan hurried out again.

Qin Yun didn't stop her; though he knew his own condition and what caused it, she didn't.

"Overclocking skills—this side effect is too severe."

Qin Yun sighed inwardly.

Yet despite the strong side effects, the positive results were clear.

At that time, his entire body had been enhanced, his potential squeezed to its absolute limit.

"If the duration were shorter, the side effects might be less severe—I'll need to test this properly sometime."

Muttering to himself, the doctor and Su Huan entered together.

The doctor asked Qin Yun a few questions, then flipped through the reports and smiled: "Miss Su, Mr. Qin's body is perfectly fine—his weakness is purely due to exhaustion. His prolonged sleep was his body's self-repair mechanism. Now that he's awake, he just needs rest."

"Mr. Qin's physical condition is the strongest I've ever seen—every single indicator is normal. At his age, that's almost impossible."

"Thank you, doctor."

"You're welcome—Mr. Qin can check out anytime."

With that, the doctor took his leave.

Since the doctor said so, and after confirming Qin Yun could move freely, Su Huan immediately checked him out and returned to the hotel.

"Your fainting scared everyone—we thought there was a problem with the pressure reduction. When I told Wei Heng and Lu Sicheng, they were terrified."

Qin Yun smiled: "Are they still in Guangxi?"

"They left this morning—call them later."

"Okay!"

"What about Fabio Rossi's body?"

"His family came to collect it. By the way, there's a letter they left for you."

……

"Twenty-three million?" Qin Yun stared at Su Huan in shock, "That much?"

This figure was the total income from the live stream—before taxes, yet earned in just six or seven hours, meaning four million per hour, 1, 11 yuan per second.

Fuck…insane!

He'd expected decent earnings, but never this high—it was equivalent to three days' income from his Indian Ocean stream.

"I was shocked too when I tallied it," Su Huan said, sticking out her tongue, her eyes sparkling with dollar signs. "Your livestream revenue far surpasses anyone else's—your influence is incredible. Next time, sponsors will pay even more."

Qin Yun checked all four platforms: domestic platforms accounted for two-fifths, while the three overseas platforms made up three-fifths.

"In just one year, you've reached the top of self-media. Honey, you're amazing."

Su Huan wrapped her arms around Qin Yun's neck from behind, sighing in awe.

Qin Yun leaned over and kissed her cheek, smiling: "Yeah, can't believe it's already been a year—time flies."

At the end of last July, he divorced Song Ya and activated the system—now it's almost exactly one year.

In just one year, he went from an ordinary man to the peak—gained countless skills, built a thriving career, and found love. This is what a true winner looks like.

"We're both twenty-nine now, but you don't look anywhere near thirty." Su Huan gazed at the man right before her—his face flawless, blemish-free, not a single pimple, skin impossibly smooth, not a single wrinkle.

Most people his age already had cloudy whites in their eyes, but Qin Yun's were crystal clear—those eyes alone could charm countless people.

"Hehe, you don't look like thirty either—you look more like a naive college graduate fresh out of school." Qin Yun touched her face; her skin was soft, clean, and rosy, nothing like a woman nearing thirty.

Touching her own face, Su Huan felt strange: "I used to have crow's feet, and my skin wasn't this good—but since being with you, my skin has kept improving."

"That's because you've got an amazing husband—I'm the reason for your glow," Qin Yun said shamelessly taking all the credit.

But Su Huan didn't deny it; instead, she nodded seriously: "I feel it too—every day with you makes me happy."

Her face flushed slightly, and she added: "Body and soul."

Seeing Qin Yun's gaze turn dangerous, she quickly added: "For a woman's health, hormonal balance is key—and the most important factor for hormonal balance is a good mood."

Qin Yun agreed: "True."

Su Huan's eyes shifted: "Honey, do you think we can get married before we turn thirty?"

Qin Yun froze at the question.

"Marriage?"

He'd never considered it—he'd only divorced Song Ya a year ago. But seeing her hopeful eyes, he nodded without thinking: "Of course we can. Let's aim to marry before next July."

Hearing this, Su Huan went weak with joy, her eyes sparkling with delight.

"Honey, really?"

"Absolutely," Qin Yun said seriously. "Think about it—we'll have dated two years by then, which is normal. Then let's try to get pregnant before the wedding, so you can give birth at thirty."

Hearing Qin Yun mention having a baby, Su Huan impulsively kissed him, her tongue swirling in his mouth, before whispering breathlessly: "If you want me pregnant before marriage, you'll have to work hard."

Oh, so she's challenging me?

Qin Yun roared with laughter, flipped over, and lifted her up in his arms.

As passion surged and ebbed, spirit and flesh collided at their peak.

When Su Huan opened her eyes, she immediately felt a scorching gaze fixed on her face.

She looked up to see Qin Yun smirking, his right hand resting unashamedly on her chest.

Remembering yesterday's frenzy, she blushed furiously.

"You're such a nuisance—I almost died."

Qin Yun laughed heartily: "That's an exaggeration."

At that moment, morning light poured in; Qin Yun suddenly threw back the covers, exposing the flawless body on the bed to his view.

In his current aesthetic judgment, Su Huan was utterly exquisite inside and out—but between lovers, compatibility matters more than mere physical appeal.

Su Huan curled up, glaring at him in mock anger.

Qin Yun grinned, leaned close to her ear, and whispered two words. Instantly, her face flushed visibly, her eyes filled with nervousness.

"I… I'm scared!"

"Haha, I was just joking."

Su Huan gazed at Qin Yun with sultry eyes, suddenly wrapping herself around him: "But for you, I'm willing to try."

"Really?"

"Mm, really."

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They returned to Hangzhou on the afternoon of July 8th.

Back home, Qin Yun suddenly remembered they still hadn't taken possession of their house in Hangzhou.

"Didn't the Poly Tianyi place become available for handover by the end of May?"

Su Huan nodded: "Yeah, we've been so busy. They've called me several times—we can go take possession anytime."

"We should go get it. We'll need to renovate, air it out, and probably won't move in until October."

"No need to air it out—it's already completely odor-free. But we still need to handle water, electricity, gas, and other utility registrations—there's still a lot to do."

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