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The 100,000-person concert at the Bird's Nest has come to an end.

The night wind swept across the stands, and the red ribbons were still swirling in the air.

The audience had already begun to leave, but the deafening "I do" seemed to still linger in the night.

A black, extended Maybach emerged from the Olympic Park underground passage and quietly merged into the traffic flow of Beijing late at night.

The back seat of the carriage.

Shen Qingqiu kicked off her high heels and sank into the soft leather seat.

She looked down at the diamond ring on her ring finger, gently rubbing it with her fingertip. The redness at the corner of her eyes hadn't completely faded.

Lin Yan casually grabbed a thin blanket and covered her legs, then took out his phone.

In the center of the screen, a loading circle spun for a long time.

The page remained completely still.

"It's stuck."

Lin Yan tapped it twice more.

It remains blank.

He originally wanted to see what was going on online, but Sina's servers couldn't handle the load before the users could, and it just gave up.

at the same time.

ZTE headquarters, technical department server room.

A cacophony of piercing alarms blared, and red lights on the server racks flashed wildly. Even with the cooling systems running at full power, a faint, burnt smell still lingered in the air.

Technical Director Lao Ding was desperately pulling at his already meager hair.

"What about the third backup server?"

"Is it connected?"

"Expand capacity! Expand capacity immediately!"

A programmer wearing black-rimmed glasses frantically typed on the keyboard, the data stream on the screen moving so fast it was almost continuous.

"Mr. Ding, we can't get through!"

His voice cracked.

"The instantaneous number of visits has exceeded 50 million! The peak request volume is still rising, all because of Lin Yan's marriage proposal!"

On the main screen in the center of the server room, the trending topics list has been completely dominated.

The top ten are all marked with a deep red "Explosive" sign.

#LinYanProposedTo100,000AtBirdNestNest#

#Shen Qingqiu I Do#

#I want a stable happiness#

#1.5 Billion Yuan Dowry and Copyright for the Second Half of Life#

#The most arrogant gigolo in Chinese entertainment history#

The next second, another programmer let out a scream.

"Manager Ding! Unit 3 has crashed!"

"I really can't take it anymore!"

"His proposal almost wiped out half of our bonuses from six months of courtship!"

Old Ding swayed and slowly slumped into the chair.

He stared at the still-soaring data, his eyes gradually losing their luster.

Others use diamond rings for marriage proposals.

Lin Yan proposed, which cost the server money.

Maybach.

Lin Yan looked at the page that wouldn't open and clicked his tongue.

"What's wrong?"

Shen Qingqiu leaned closer, gently resting her head on his shoulder. Strands of her hair brushed against his collar, carrying a faint, cool scent of cedar.

"Sina's programmers are probably cursing."

Lin Yan put down her phone.

With 100,000 people witnessing the event live, "A Steady Happiness" has once again ignited a firestorm across the entire internet.

The fact that the server didn't crash would seem disrespectful.

He pulled out another work phone and dialed the number of Xiao Zhang, the financial director of the entertainment group who didn't want to go to work.

The phone was answered after only one ring.

"Mr. Lin...Mr. Lin!"

Xiao Zhang's voice trembled with excitement, and cheers filled the background.

"Congratulations, Mr. Lin! The whole company watched the live stream. Those people from the PR department almost smashed the conference room table—"

"stop."

Lin Yan interrupted him.

"Contact Sina's official channels and ask them to provide a technical support channel for transferring the condolence money."

Xiao Zhang was stunned for a moment.

"A condolence payment?"

"Um."

"How many?"

One million.

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

Xiao Zhang tentatively asked, "How do you write the purpose?"

"The cost of bubble tea."

Lin's tone was calm.

"Just write in the notes: 'The entertainment group is treating the tech department guys to milk tea because I don't want to go to work. I'll be working overtime tonight.'"

Xiao Zhang opened his mouth.

A million-dollar milk tea?

Is this a plan to soak the entire technical department in a pool of milk tea?

However, thinking about the buzz tonight, he immediately swallowed his complaints.

This is not just offering milk tea.

This is clearly a public relations budget that has come to life.

"Understood, I'll get in touch right away."

Half an hour later.

Technology Department, ZSW Headquarters.

Old Ding's phone suddenly vibrated.

He glanced at the internal notice sent by the finance department and froze on the spot.

The programmer next to him, wearing black-rimmed glasses, felt a chill run down his spine.

"Mr. Ding, what's wrong now?"

"It can't be Unit 4 either..."

"no."

Old Ding swallowed hard and turned the phone away.

"Lin Yan contacted the company."

"They approved a one million yuan donation for our technical department."

The programmer was stunned.

"One...one million?"

The note said it was a treat for everyone to drink milk tea, thanking them for working overtime.

The entire server room fell into a deathly silence.

A few seconds later, the cheers nearly lifted the roof off.

"Lin Shen is awesome!"

"A million yuan for bubble tea? You couldn't spend it all even if you drank until you had a perforated stomach!"

"Brothers, get to work!"

"Even if we have to smash our keyboards tonight, we have to keep the server running smoothly for Lin Shen!"

The programmers, who were just moments ago half-dead, were instantly revived.

Old Ding pushed the chair aside and stood back in front of the control panel.

"All backup units are connected!"

"We have to handle the high traffic!"

"They've already delivered the money to their doorstep; whoever causes the server to crash will have to take their own life!"

One o'clock in the morning.

Sina's servers miraculously resumed operation.

A Weibo post published by the platform's official technical account immediately went viral and became a trending topic.

[Thank you to Mr. Lin Yan and the "I Don't Want to Work" entertainment group for the one million yuan milk tea money. Wishing Mr. Lin Yan and Ms. Shen Qingqiu a long and happy marriage and a smooth marriage registration! Sincerely, the entire Technical Department.]

The entire internet community burst out laughing when they saw this Weibo post.

"Holy crap, you can do that?"

"He proposed to the woman and crashed the server, then spent a million to appease the programmer. That's top-notch after-sales service."

"This isn't just money for bubble tea; it's money to keep the server running!"

"Programmer: As long as the money is right, Lin, you can ask once every night, and we can take turns carrying it."

"I suggest that Sina Weibo prepare a separate server for Lin Yan in the future, and name it 'Proposal Hotline'."

Lin Yan: It's just a marriage proposal, why are there extra costs?

Less than ten minutes.

#LinYan'sOneMillionYuanBuyTeaMoney#

It has once again topped the trending searches.

The server, which had just been restored, is now experiencing another surge in load.

Old Ding stared at the screen in silence for a long time before quietly picking up the nitroglycerin pills from the table.

This money is not easy to earn.

The server gets a little hot.

Hillside villa.

The main lights in the living room were not on.

Moonlight streamed through the French windows, spreading a cool, silvery-white layer on the carpet.

Shen Qingqiu had changed out of her bright red, long, button-down dress and was now wearing a loose silk robe. She came over carrying two glasses of warm water and handed one to Lin Yan.

"One million yuan for milk tea."

She sat down next to him, a smile playing on her lips.

"President Lin, you've really gone all out tonight."

"Group public relations budget".

Lin Yan took the water glass and answered confidently.

"Anyway, you're the boss."

Shen Qingqiu looked at him.

"So you took my money to buy bubble tea for other people?"

Lin Yan took a sip of water, his expression unchanged.

"Spending this million will at least bring in hundreds of millions in exposure tonight."

Shen Qingqiu remained silent for two seconds.

There was no way to refute it.

It was a spur-of-the-moment decision, but he actually made a killing with it.

She glanced down at the diamond ring on her ring finger, then gently touched it with her fingertip.

The stage lights, the cheers of 100,000 people, and Lin Yan's voice singing "Steady Happiness" kept flashing through my mind.

Even now, she still feels a little unreal.

"Lin Yan".

She called his name softly.

"Um?"

"What are you planning to do the day after a successful marriage proposal?"

Shen Qingqiu asked earnestly.

If it were anyone else in the industry, they would probably have already called their team for an emergency meeting overnight.

Sky-high endorsement deals, variety show appearances featuring the couple, a wedding of the century, a global tour...

While the hype is still at its peak, they're eager to squeeze out every last bit of commercial value.

Lin Yan didn't even bother to refresh her Weibo.

He put down his water glass, turned his head, and met Shen Qingqiu's gaze.

"sleep."

The answer was given without hesitation.

Shen Qingqiu was taken aback.

Lin Yan continued:

"Sleep until you naturally wake up."

"Have some breakfast."

"Then I went and got the marriage certificate."

He spoke calmly, as if he weren't planning the most important day of his life, but rather deciding what to eat the next morning.

Shen Qingqiu looked at him for a few seconds, then suddenly burst out laughing.

This is indeed very Lin Yan.

The entire internet is waiting for them to strike while the iron is hot and create an even bigger news story.

All he could think about was waking up, eating, and getting the marriage certificate.

It couldn't be simpler.

It's as stable as it gets.

Shen Qingqiu leaned closer, wrapped her arms around Lin Yan's neck, and gently kissed those lips that always managed to say outrageous things.

"it is good."

She pressed her forehead against his, her voice very soft.

"I'll listen to you."

"We're getting our marriage certificate tomorrow."