Chapter 48: Song Ya's Shock

Last night, Song Ya had just finished a date with Zhang Tao and was sitting in her car waiting at a red light. Seeing there was still plenty of time before the light changed, she casually picked up her phone and started scrolling Douyin.

As she scrolled, a Douyin notification suddenly popped up.

【Your Contacts' Friends】

Above the notification was a profile picture.

Song Ya took a look and was immediately surprised—the profile picture was clearly Qin Yun.

Frowning, she tapped in, and was momentarily shocked by the information on Qin Yun's homepage.

"One hundred and eighty thousand followers? How is that possible?"

Seeing the follower count, Song Ya rubbed her eyes hard and immediately figured Qin Yun must have bought fake followers.

"So vain—even playing on Douyin he has to buy followers. Who's he showing off for?"

Song Ya muttered a complaint, then was about to back out, but the like counts on a few videos below seemed a bit off.

Douyin videos on a creator's main page are sorted by default with the newest at the top.

So the top video Song Ya saw was the rock-climbing video Qin Yun had posted at the East Cliff.

"Three hundred thousand likes?"

Song Ya felt it was too ridiculous—good lord, not only did he buy followers, he also bought likes. How vain could he get.

"Hmph, after the divorce he's actually become so pathetic."

The corner of Song Ya's mouth lifted slightly as she tapped on the newest video.

"Hello everyone, I'm Qin Yun. The location I'm at right now is the starting point of 'Dragon-Slashing Cut' on the East Cliff of Shengsi, Zhoushan, seventy meters…"

As the voice from the video played, a car horn suddenly sounded from behind.

"Beep beep…"

The urgent sound seemed to carry its own anxiety, startling Song Ya so badly she jumped, and her phone dropped beside her.

She hurriedly hit the gas and drove through the intersection, but the images she had just seen kept lingering in her mind.

She hadn't driven far when she pulled over and stopped at a bus stop.

She picked up her phone again and tapped the video play button once more.

For the next forty minutes, Song Ya's mouth never closed.

The man in the video was bursting with hormones—handsome, great body, sunny, cheerful and confident—anyone who saw him would feel favorably disposed.

"How is this possible? When… when did he learn rock climbing… it's only been two months… how could he have changed so much…"

Song Ya tapped open a few other videos and watched them one by one.

Then, in the comment sections of the various videos, she quickly discovered that all the numbers were real, and all the comments were genuine.

Qin Yun really did have over a hundred thousand followers.

For a moment, she couldn't quite accept that her ex-husband had transformed from a broke, unemployed man who'd left the marriage with nothing into a Douyin self-media video creator who even seemed to be doing somewhat well.

She also played on Douyin and counted herself as half a video blogger, but after all these years, she hadn't even reached a thousand followers and didn't qualify to open a showcase window.

Yet Qin Yun, in just two short months, had built up over a hundred thousand followers.

Looking at the newest video, there was clearly a sponsored deal attached. She kept up with the trends of the times, after all—how could she not know what those two words "DJI" meant.

Being able to land a DJI sponsored deal meant, by any measure, a certain degree of success.

Thinking of the man in the video, and then thinking of the man in real life who had taken care of her down to the smallest detail, Song Ya felt an intense sense of dissonance.

Before the divorce, although Qin Yun had been extremely attentive to her, he had always looked listless and utterly exhausted.

But now, having left her, he had a great body and smiled more. Could it be that leaving me, he was the one who found relief?

"No… impossible…" Song Ya ground her teeth, her eyes glaring furiously. "I have Zhang Tao. Once I marry Zhang Tao, so what if you become a blogger with a million followers—you'll still be risking your life to please others, living off their tips. I'm different. I'm going to be the General Manager's wife at Hengyuan Technology, and in the future, the Chairman's wife."

Saying this, she immediately left a comment: "Hmph, earning your measly pennies—I hope you live long enough to spend them. One day you'll fall and smash yourself to death."

Commenting wasn't enough—she forwarded the video to a few good friends and told them to leave nasty reviews too.

Qin Yun didn't know about any of this, and even if he did, he wouldn't care—in fact, he'd say thank you.

Bad reviews and good reviews are all comments, and they all add weight to his video's traffic pool.

……

Driving from the East-West Expressway to the bridge, Qin Yun had held back until he reached the section with the 100 km/h speed limit, only then did he pick up speed.

Anyone who has driven on the highway knows that when your sense of speed doesn't match your actual speed, it feels very uncomfortable.

Especially when there's barely any traffic, it's even more obvious.

Around nine-thirty, he officially got onto the highway section, and this 5.0T beast finally began to roar, tearing off its gentle mask.

Accelerating, overtaking—this Defender was the best thing ever for the driver.

Just as he was about to reach the Yuyao service area, his phone rang.

"Hello, awake?"

Su Huan replied from her end: "Mm, are you on the highway?"

"I've already passed the Yuyao service area." Qin Yun glanced at the service area on his right as he spoke. "Don't you have work today?"

"I took the day off." Su Huan stretched lazily, displaying her beautiful curves to perfection—pity no one was there to appreciate it. "About what time will you arrive?"

"Two and a half hours and I'll be downstairs at your place."

"Okay, I'll get ready then. By the way, how much is your red envelope?"

Qin Yun said: "I'm different from you—you can wrap up around eighteen hundred and you'll be fine."

The two of them had different relationships with Gao Feng, which naturally determined the size of the red envelope.

When he had gotten married back then, Gao Feng had blown three thousand eight hundred on him. After all these years, he ought to double it for him.

"Alright. Have you looked at your video? It's already over one million five hundred thousand likes, and your follower count has broken two hundred thousand."

Speaking of this, Su Huan seemed a bit excited: "At this rate, it won't be long before you become a top influencer with a million followers."

"Haha, you had a hand in this too, I won't forget you. Once Dajiang's payment lands, we'll split the loot."

Qin Yun naturally wouldn't take Su Huan's help for granted—he wasn't that shameless.

Since that was the case, he planned to split the incoming money fifty-fifty.

But...

"Get lost, you earned all this by risking your life, I don't want any of it." Su Huan frowned. "Don't mention money to me, helping you is entirely my own choice."

Qin Yun quickly said, "Then how am I supposed to feel about it? I don't understand business dealings either, and I'll inevitably need to trouble you in the future. If you won't take money, how could I feel right asking you to do things?"

Su Huan felt a vague displeasure, as if her efforts had been tainted.

But Qin Yun's words weren't unreasonable either, so she simply changed the subject: "Let's not talk about this for now. Anyway, don't give me Dajiang's money—if you do, I'll cut ties with you. As for the future, we'll talk about it later."

Qin Yun felt a bit helpless—there were actually people who didn't want money.

If you don't want money, what do you want?

But since Su Huan had said so, he couldn't really say anything more.

"Fine, fine, we'll talk about it when the time comes."

After hanging up the phone, Qin Yun focused on driving. He stopped once at the Shaoxing service area, grabbed a hamburger, and continued on his way.

By the time he drove to Su Huan's apartment building, it wasn't even noon yet.

"Come up and help me carry my suitcase."

Qin Yun looked up at the person leaning out from the balcony, then obediently went upstairs.

This kind of old residential complex didn't even have an elevator—truly inconvenient for elderly people.

Su Huan's door was open. After Qin Yun came in, a quick glance told him the place was at most fifty square meters—a one-bedroom.

The home was very clean, very much in line with his impression of Su Huan, and there was a faint, pleasant fragrance.

A 25-inch suitcase stood already packed in the living room.

"How is it? Can you lift it?"

Su Huan raised an eyebrow, gesturing for Qin Yun to give the suitcase a try.

Qin Yun found it amusing. He stepped forward and lifted it—the huge suitcase came up effortlessly in his hands.

But his expression still showed surprise and confusion: "What did you pack in here? Did you move your whole house? Why is it so heavy?"

Su Huan laughed, "Nonsense, it's just some change of clothes and cosmetics. After all, I'm staying in Harbin for so many days, I have to pack some winter outfits. Don't tell me you didn't bring any?"

"..."

The two went downstairs, Su Huan in front, Qin Yun behind.

She was wearing a skirt today, and her slender figure was fully revealed as the hem fluttered.

She had always known Su Huan was pretty, but back in college her mind was entirely on Song Ya—after all, Song Ya was also very pretty, and in terms of looks she was no less than Su Huan.

Setting aside personality, the two were each lovely in their own way when it came to figure and looks. Su Huan's edge was her more flawless skin.

After putting the suitcase in the trunk, Qin Yun placed his phone on the wireless charging pad and said, "Let's head out then, nothing else, right?"

"Nothing else, let's—wait, I think I forgot my red envelope."

Qin Yun was speechless.

"Go grab it for me, the code is 8979, it's on the nightstand in my room, I packed it up already."

Shaking his head, Qin Yun got out of the car and went back into the building.

Not long after Qin Yun left, the phone charging on the charging pad suddenly rang with an incoming call.

Su Huan had no intention of paying it any mind, but after the phone stopped on its own it rang again. She picked it up to look and her heart skipped a beat.

Then, somehow, she accidentally pressed the answer button.

"Son, have you arrived in Hangzhou?"

Su Huan opened her mouth, then finally said, "Auntie, Qin Yun went upstairs to get something for me, he didn't bring his phone."

Hu Fen on the other end was momentarily stunned, then broke into a smile: "Is that Xiao Su?"

"Auntie, it's me, you still remember me?"

Su Huan thought to herself that Qin Yun must have mentioned her to his mother.

Hu Fen laughed, "Xiao Yun has mentioned you to me plenty, and even showed me photos from his phone. Xiao Su, you're really beautiful."

Su Huan felt a sweet warmth inside, her face slightly flushed: "Qin Yun is exaggerating."

"Haha, no, that rascal rarely compliments girls." Hu Fen left it at that. "By the way, a man like him definitely can't take care of himself properly. Xiao Su, Auntie is asking you to look after him for me—make sure he eats on time and drinks less."

"Mm, Auntie, I will."

"Good, Auntie doesn't have anything else to tell him, so I won't keep you. Come visit Zhoushan when you have time, Auntie will cook seafood for you."

"Okay, Auntie, goodbye Auntie."

The call ended. Qin Yun opened the door and looked at her strangely: "Why did you take my phone?"

"Auntie just called." Su Huan nonchalantly put the phone back.

"Oh, what did my mom say?"

Qin Yun handed the red envelope to Su Huan.

Su Huan took the red envelope, tucked it into her bag, and giggled: "Auntie asked me to look after you in Harbin—to make sure you go to bed early, drink less, and report any developments to her."

Hearing this, Qin Yun shook his head, caught between laughter and tears. This really was something his mother would do.

"Nothing else then, shall we go?"

"Nothing else, let's go, Harbin." Su Huan waved her hand, striking a Chief Jiang-like pose.

The car pulled out of the residential complex and soon got onto the elevated highway.