[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off":3,"chapter-bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-48":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Bound to the Sign-In System, I Took Off",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2336102,4567,"Chapter 48: Song Ya","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-48",48,"\u003Cp>Last night, after finishing her date with Zhang Tao, Song Ya was waiting at a red light when she noticed the light still had plenty of time, so she picked up her phone and scrolled through TikTok.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she scrolled, a TikTok notification suddenly popped up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Your Contact Friend】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above the message was a profile picture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Ya glanced at it and was immediately surprised—the profile picture was clearly Qin Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frowning, she tapped in and was stunned by what she saw on Qin Yun’s homepage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“One hundred eighty thousand followers? How is that possible?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the follower count, Song Ya rubbed her eyes hard, convinced Qin Yun must have bought them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So vain—even on TikTok he has to fake followers. Who’s he trying to impress?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Ya muttered a criticism and was about to exit, but the like counts on a few videos below seemed suspicious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>TikTok videos are default-sorted with the newest at the top.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the first video she saw was Qin Yun’s rock-climbing clip on the Dongya Cliff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Three hundred thousand likes?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Ya thought it was absurd—this guy not only bought followers, he bought likes too, so incredibly vain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph, since the divorce he’s become so pathetic.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Ya smirked and tapped open the latest video.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello everyone, I’m Qin Yun. I’m currently at the starting point of the ‘Duan Long Zhan’ cliff on Dongya, Zhoushan Shengsi—seventy meters…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the voice from the video played, a car horn suddenly blared behind her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Beep beep…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The urgent sound, charged with anxiety, made her jump and drop her phone to the side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stomped on the accelerator, driving through the intersection, but her mind still clung to the images she’d just seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not far ahead, she pulled over at a bus stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She picked up her phone again and tapped the video play button.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the next forty minutes, Song Ya’s mouth never closed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man in the video radiated testosterone—handsome, fit, bright, confident, and instantly likable to anyone who watched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How is this possible? When did he learn to climb? Only two months… how could he change so much…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Ya opened several other videos and watched them one by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, in the comment sections of each video, she confirmed every number was real, every comment genuine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun really had over a hundred thousand followers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, she couldn’t accept that her ex-husband—a man who’d left the marriage with nothing, unemployed and alone—had become a TikTok content creator, and seemed to be succeeding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She used TikTok too—she was practically a half-time content creator—but after all these years, her follower count never reached a thousand, let alone qualified her to open a storefront.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Qin Yun, in just two months, had built a following of over a hundred thousand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The latest video clearly had a commercial tag—she followed trends too; she knew exactly what “DJI” meant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Landing a DJI sponsorship meant real success.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of the man in the video, then recalling the man in real life who had cared for her obsessively, Song Ya felt a sharp sense of dissonance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the divorce, Qin Yun had been attentive to her, but always looked drained, exhausted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, after leaving her, he was fit, smiling more—was it possible that leaving me was his liberation?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No… impossible…” Song Ya gritted her teeth, eyes blazing. “I have Zhang Tao. Once I marry Zhang Tao, even if you become a million-follower influencer, you’re still begging for scraps, living off strangers’ tips. I’m different—I’ll be the general manager’s wife of Hengyuan Tech, then the chairwoman’s wife.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She immediately posted a comment: “Hmph, earning a few scraps—hope you live long enough to spend it. One day you’ll fall and die.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still not satisfied, she forwarded the video to several friends and told them to leave negative comments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun didn’t know any of this—and even if he did, he wouldn’t care. He might even thank them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negative or positive comments—they all boosted the video’s weight in the algorithm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the Dongxi Expressway to the bridge, Qin Yun waited until the speed limit rose to 100 km\u002Fh before accelerating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone who’s driven on highways knows how unsettling it is when your speed perception doesn’t match reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially when traffic is light, the dissonance is worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around 9:30 a.m., he finally entered the highway, and the 5.0T beast finally roared, shedding its gentle facade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Accelerating, overtaking—it was the perfect vehicle for a driver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just before reaching the Yuyao service area, his phone rang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, awake?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Huan replied: “Yeah, you on the highway?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Already passed Yuyao service area,” Qin Yun said, glancing at the service area on his right. “Aren’t you working today?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Took the day off,” Su Huan stretched, revealing her curves—unseen by anyone. “What time will you get here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Two and a half hours—I’ll be under your building.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good, I’ll get ready. By the way, how much red envelope are you giving?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun said: “You’re different—you can give a thousand or eighteen hundred.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their relationship with Gao Feng determined the envelope size.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he got married, Gao Feng gave him 3,800. Now, after all these years, he owed him double.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, have you seen your video? It’s already over 1.5 million likes, and your followers hit 200,000.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Speaking of it, Su Huan sounded excited: “If this keeps up, you’ll be a million-follower influencer in no time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Haha, you’ve got a share in this—I won’t forget you. When DJI’s payment comes in, we split it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun never took Su Huan’s help for granted—he wasn’t that shameless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he planned to split the payment evenly, fifty-fifty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Forget it,” Su Huan frowned. “This is all you risked your life for—I won’t take a cent. Don’t mention money. I helped you because I wanted to.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun hurried to say: “Then how am I supposed to feel? I don’t understand business dealings—I’ll need your help again. If you won’t take money, how can I ask you to do it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Huan felt a strange irritation, as if her kindness had been tainted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Qin Yun’s words made sense. She changed the subject: “Forget it. Don’t give me the DJI money—if you do, I’ll cut ties. We’ll talk about the rest later.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun sighed. There were people who refused money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you won’t take money, what do you want?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But since Su Huan said it, he didn’t press further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, we’ll talk about it later.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hung up and focused on driving. He stopped briefly at the Shaoxing service area, ate a burger, then continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he arrived under Su Huan’s building, it was still before noon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come up and help me carry my suitcase.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun looked up at the woman leaning out of the balcony and obediently went upstairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This old neighborhood had no elevator—terrible for the elderly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Huan’s door was open. Qin Yun stepped in and saw at a glance it was barely fifty square meters—a one-bedroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The place was spotless, just as he expected of Su Huan, with a faint, pleasant scent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the living room stood a 25-inch suitcase, already packed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How’s it? Can you lift it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Huan raised an eyebrow, gesturing for him to try.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun chuckled, stepped forward, and lifted the heavy suitcase effortlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet his expression showed surprise: “What did you pack? Did you move your whole house? Why’s it so heavy?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Huan laughed: “Don’t be silly. Just clothes and makeup—I’ll be in Harbin for days, so I need winter gear. Don’t tell me you didn’t pack any?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They went downstairs—Su Huan ahead, Qin Yun behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wore a dress today; her slender figure was fully revealed as the hem fluttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d always known Su Huan was beautiful, but back in college, his mind was fixed on Song Ya—Song Ya was beautiful too, her looks nearly equal to Su Huan’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Setting personality aside, their figures and looks were evenly matched. Su Huan had the edge in flawless skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After stowing the suitcase in the trunk, Qin Yun placed his phone in the wireless charger: “Alright, let’s go. Anything else?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nope, we’re—wait, I forgot my red envelope.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun stared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go get it for me. Password is 8979. It’s on my bedside table—I already wrapped it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shaking his head, Qin Yun got out of the car and went back inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after Qin Yun left, the phone charging in the wireless dock rang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Huan didn’t intend to answer, but after the call ended, it rang again. She picked it up—and her heart skipped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without thinking, she accidentally tapped answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Son, have you reached Hangzhou?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Huan opened her mouth, then said: “Auntie, Qin Yun went upstairs to get something for me—his phone’s not with him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other end of the phone, Hu Fen paused in surprise, then smiled: “Is this Xiao Su?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Auntie, it’s me. Do you still remember me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Huan thought perhaps Qin Yun had mentioned her to his mother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Fen chuckled: “Xiao Yun has mentioned you plenty of times—he even showed me photos from his phone. Xiao Su is truly beautiful.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Huan’s heart warmed, her cheeks flushing slightly: “Qin Yun is exaggerating.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Haha, no, that boy hardly ever compliments girls,” Hu Fen said, leaving it there. “By the way, he’s a man—he won’t take care of himself. Xiao Su, I’m asking you to look after him for me. Make sure he eats on time and drinks less alcohol.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, Auntie, I will.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good. I don’t have anything else to tell him, so I won’t keep you. Come to Zhoushan when you have time—I’ll cook seafood for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, Auntie. Goodbye, Auntie.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The call ended. Qin Yun opened the door and looked at her strangely: “Why did you use my phone?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your mom just called,” Su Huan said calmly, putting the phone back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh? What did my mom say?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun handed the red envelope to Su Huan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Huan took the red envelope and tucked it into her bag, grinning: “Auntie told me to look after you in Harbin—make sure you go to bed early, drink less, and report any problems to her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun shook his head, amused and exasperated. That was exactly the kind of thing his mother would do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Anything else? Let’s go?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nope. Let’s go—Harbin,” Su Huan said, waving her hand dramatically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The car pulled out of the residential area and soon merged onto the elevated road.\u003C\u002Fp>",1740,"2026-06-20T21:37:28.858Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","6d8eabe2697515ccb0c7caf2040fcade95f4bdbd300520ce130fa94661695337","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-49","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-47",329,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-cover.jpg"]