Chapter 319: Lottery & Planning (Support Requested)

Time slipped by, and it was August 31st.

At this point, the number of registrants displayed in the program had reached 63 million, with less than seven hours left until the deadline.

After dinner, Qin Yun posted a notice on various social platforms.

【Registration is about to close; the lottery livestream will begin at 9:00 AM tomorrow. Stay tuned.】

As soon as the notice went up, every platform exploded. Everyone knew this lottery was under nationwide attention—even though no details of the livestream had been revealed, anticipation for the next broadcast had reached its peak.

This lottery was also like winning the lottery.

If you were selected, you wouldn’t pay a cent—you’d even receive a $100,000 reward. Where else could you find such a deal? Qin Yun owed them nothing, yet this generosity stirred strong interest among netizens both at home and abroad.

Now, with the lottery finally approaching, every registrant was eagerly waiting.

【I signed up too. The odds are low, but I’ll still pray.】

The person who posted this Weibo was none other than singer Lao Xue.

His revelation triggered a flood of other celebrity registrants, many of whom openly admitted they had signed up.

Netizens were stunned: Holy crap, Yi Yangqianxi, Zhou Shen, Chen He, Deng Chao—all had registered. Even a few retired sports legends had joined in.

This wave of self-revelations pushed the lottery's popularity to its peak, instantly topping trending lists, and within two hours, it climbed to number one.

Some asked: Don’t celebrities earn more than $100,000 just for a single endorsement? Why bother with this livestream?

But those who understood knew that even if they had to pay to join, these celebrities would still want to participate. Qin Yun’s livestreams were phenomenally popular—the viewership far surpassed that of any TV station or online platform.

Such a hot program wasn’t something you could just buy your way onto.

If, by some miracle, they were selected, their exposure wouldn’t be comparable to buying trending spots—they might even become overnight sensations.

Of course, there was risk: if they performed poorly during the livestream, it could backfire.

But the fact they signed up meant they were willing to take the gamble.

Seeing the massive online buzz, Qin Yun took even greater care with this livestream.

Yet so far, he still hadn’t decided what the livestream content would be. Because five ordinary people were involved, he couldn’t make it too casual or treat it like a regular show.

But he also couldn’t make it too extreme—if it became too dangerous and slipped beyond his control, that wouldn’t work either.

That’s why he was torn.

“What if we actually draw some celebrities? Won’t netizens say it’s rigged?”

Su Huan, seeing the huge buzz, couldn’t help but worry.

Qin Yun smiled, reached out, and brushed his fingers against her cheek—he noticed, for some reason, her skin had become increasingly luminous and elastic these past few days.

“We don’t need to draw celebrities. As soon as the results are out, someone will claim it’s manipulated behind the scenes. Doesn’t matter—as long as most people accept it. As for whether celebrities will be drawn, I’m actually reluctant.”

“You don’t want them to be drawn?”

“Mm.” Qin Yun nodded. “Mainly because I don’t want the trouble.”

“The odds are too low. I don’t think it’ll happen.” Su Huan thought the chance was minuscule—five out of sixty million was even lower than winning the lottery.

In fact, over these past few days, Su Huan had received many calls from artist agencies trying to pull strings. She’d turned them all down—without even telling Qin Yun.

“Let’s go take a walk in the park.”

Holding Su Huan’s hand, they went downstairs to the community park.

“When should we tell our parents?”

Su Huan thought for a moment: “No rush. Let’s find a good time and get our marriage certificate first.”

“Won’t you have to tell them before getting the certificate?”

“Mm. Let Mom pick the date.”

Su Huan tugged Qin Yun’s hand and added, “Let’s just have the wedding in Hangzhou—keep it simple. Just our families and a few close friends.”

Qin Yun nodded. “Okay. Whatever you want.”

They’d originally planned to marry in two years, but pregnancy changed everything. Yet Qin Yun felt no frustration at the disrupted plans—on the contrary, these past few days, even in his sleep, his heart was light and happy.

“Do you want a boy or a girl?”

Qin Yun answered without hesitation: “If we’re only having one, I hope it’s a girl. If two, then a boy and a girl. If three, then two girls. If four…”

*Slap!*

Su Huan smacked his arm hard, glaring at him: “Do you think I’m a sow?”

“Hahaha.”

Their laughter drifted away on the park breeze.

…

Midnight. Registration closed. Nine hours remained until the lottery livestream.

Online discussions showed no sign of stopping; four trending topics were directly related to his lottery and livestream.

“Damn it, please pick me—I can’t pay my loan anymore.”

“666, so this is like buying a lottery ticket.”

“Sob sob, my girlfriend wants 388,000 yuan as bride price. Please, heaven, grant me luck once.”

“Is your girlfriend from Jiangxi?”

“How did you know?”

“Last time, a guy from Jiangxi had his 288,000 yuan bride price settled—then someone else swooped in with 388,000. So 388,000 isn’t safe enough.”

“I don’t care about the money. I just want to livestream with Qin Ye. I hope the challenge isn’t too easy.”

“It won’t be too hard—otherwise, how could ordinary people handle it?”

“True. Look at Qin Ye’s past livestreams—the easiest was probably the one at Qixing Mountain in Zhangjiajie. I couldn’t survive any of the others.”

“Relax. We can think of it—how could Qin Ye not have considered it?”

“Can’t sleep. Just waiting quietly.”

Online, discussions on every social platform remained at fever pitch. After confirming the final registration count, Qin Yun wrapped his arms around his love and fell asleep in under two seconds.

The next day, the sun blazed brightly.

Qin Yun woke at seven, prepared a lavish breakfast, then woke Su Huan.

As they ate, they listened to the morning news on their phones, utterly relaxed.

“Today’s Saturday. I’ll tell Mom.” Qin Yun tapped his phone and selected WeChat voice call.

After two rings, it connected.

“Hey, Mom, up yet?”

Hu Fen’s voice sounded breathless.

“I’m… I’m jogging… Why are you calling so early… huff…”

“Mom, you’re still jogging?”

Hu Fen snapped: “What, can’t I jog and exercise? You little brat, spit it out—I’ve still got to run.”

Qin Yun grinned: “Mom, nothing urgent. Just wanted to tell you Su Huan and I are going to get our marriage certificate. Pick a good date for us.”

“Huh? What?” Hu Fen’s eyes widened. “You’re getting married?”

“Mm.” Qin Yun nodded. “We’ve decided to get the certificate first. So you pick the date.”

Hu Fen beamed: “Perfect! This is wonderful news! I’ll go right now—I’ll find a good day!”

She stopped jogging immediately and turned around.

As she walked, she kept talking: “Better to get the certificate early. After that, both families can meet, and we can start planning the wedding.”

But after two steps, she suddenly halted.

She knew her son well—this sudden decision to get married didn’t fit his usual habit of sticking to plans.

Then, a sudden thought struck her.

She lowered her voice sharply: “Son… is Su Huan pregnant?”

Qin Yun looked at Su Huan, expression blank.

Su Huan covered her mouth and laughed—the sound carried through the phone to Hu Fen, who instantly realized Su Huan was listening.

“Auntie, you’re amazing—you guessed it right.”

“Su Huan, is it true? Are you really pregnant?” Hu Fen’s voice shot up in pitch.

“Mm.” Su Huan nodded. “We went to the hospital. It’s been nearly a month.”

“Good! Good! Wonderful!”

Hu Fen was overwhelmed with excitement.

Then, seizing the moment, Su Huan mentioned the plan for both families to meet in Hangzhou during the Mid-Autumn and National Day holidays.

…

9:00. Qin Yun opened the program on his computer and started streaming. Two screens appeared: one large one on top showing the lottery interface, one smaller below showing him.

As soon as the livestream began, fans flooded in across four platforms—within a minute, tens of millions had entered.

“Hello, everyone, good morning. Did you have breakfast?”

Qin Yun waved at the camera.

“Good morning? Look at the time—hurry up!”

“Draw already! I didn’t sleep all night!”

“My fortune is about to change!”

“Qin Ye, who’s behind you? She looks gorgeous.”

Qin Yun glanced at the comments, torn between laughter and exasperation, then cut straight to the point.

Qin Yun looked at the comment section, torn between laughter and tears, then got straight to the point.

Since everyone can't wait any longer, I won't waste time—there are five slots total, and the first one will be drawn from within the country.

Qin Yun had already pre-set the program; on screen was a spinning sphere covered in a dense array of names. As Qin Yun clicked, the sphere's spinning speed surged dramatically.

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