Chapter 258: The Terrifying Revenue (Support Please)

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 himself.

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 vitality 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 indeed exhausted, nothing else wrong. What date is it today? How long was I asleep?"

"It's the 5th already—you slept nearly forty hours straight. 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 the cause, Su Huan didn't.

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

Qin Yun sighed inwardly.

Yet despite the heavy 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 shows no issues—his weakness is purely from 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 stress 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."

"Mm."

"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 livestream—before taxes, earned in just six or seven hours, meaning four million per hour, 1,111 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 livestream.

"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 exceeds anyone else's—your influence is incredible. Next sponsorship rates can go up again."

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

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

Su Huan hugged Qin Yun from behind, wrapping her arms around his neck, sighing in awe.

Qin Yun turned and kissed her cheek, smiling: "Yeah, can't believe it's been a year already—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, acquiring countless skills, plus a thriving career and love—this is what it means to win at life.

"We're both twenty-nine now, but you don't look anything like you're about to turn thirty." Su Huan gazed at the man so close, his face flawless, blemish-free, not even 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 it either—you look more like a naive college grad fresh out of school." Qin Yun touched the woman's face; it was soft, clean, and rosy, utterly unlike someone nearing thirty.

She touched her own face, feeling strangely puzzled: "I used to have crow's feet, and my skin wasn't this good—but since being with you, my skin keeps improving."

"That's got to be thanks to your husband—I'm the reason," Qin Yun shamelessly took 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 cheeks flushed slightly, and she added: "Body and soul."

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

Qin Yun agreed: "That's true."

Su Huan's eyes shifted: "Husband, 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. Was he already moving on to another marriage? But seeing Su Huan's hopeful eyes, he nodded without thinking: "Of course we can—we'll aim to marry before next July."

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

"Husband, really?"

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

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

Oh? Daring to challenge me, huh?

Qin Yun erupted in fury, rolled over, and lifted the woman into his arms.

As the tide rose and fell, the collision of spirit and flesh reached its peak.

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

She looked over and saw Qin Yun wearing a half-smile, his right hand still unashamedly pressed against her chest.

Thinking of yesterday's frenzy, Su Huan was instantly overcome with shame.

"Stupid, you nearly killed me."

Qin Yun burst out laughing: "That's an exaggeration."

At that moment, the morning light was bright; Qin Yun suddenly flung back the covers, exposing the flawless, bare body on the bed entirely to his view.

In his current aesthetic judgment, Su Huan was undeniably exquisite inside and out; yet between man and woman, what mattered more was compatibility, not one-sided submission.

Su Huan pulled her body back, glaring at him with shame and anger.

Qin Yun chuckled, leaned close to her ear, and whispered two words. Instantly, her face flushed visibly red, her eyes filled with flustered panic.

"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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Back in Hangzhou, it was already noon on July 8th.

When the two returned home, Qin Yun suddenly remembered they still hadn't taken possession of their house in Hangzhou.

"Didn't the Baoli Tianyi place become available for handover at the end of May?"

Su Huan nodded: "Mm, we've just been so busy. They've called me several times already—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 procedures for water, electricity, gas, and other bindings. There's still a lot to do."

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