Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1457 - 703

The wind is gentle, and the sun is bright, with the azure sea and the blue sky.

A luxurious yacht, pure white from bow to stern, slices through the waves, leaving a long white wake trailing behind it.

A few seagulls circle above the yacht, calling out crisply in the sea breeze.

"Wow, so many big birds!"

On the top viewing deck of the yacht, Wen Xin is wearing a sailor outfit in blue and white stripes and is running around with small steps.

She raises her hands high, trying to catch the low-flying seagulls, although to no avail, she finds immense joy in the attempt.

Pan Wendi is wearing aviator sunglasses, casually leaning his hands on the front railing.

The eye-catching pink Hawaiian print shirt is billowing with the sea breeze, the collar wide open, revealing his strong chest muscles.

"Brother Cheng, isn’t my Sea God yacht impressive?"

After looking out at the endless horizon, he turns around and smiles broadly at Fang Cheng, who is relaxing on a deck chair:

"When I originally imported it direct from the factory in Italy, I sought out its powerful engine. It’s been sitting in the dock at the yacht club gathering dust for the past six months, barnacles even started growing on the hull."

"Taking it for a spin on this trip to Yong’an Island couldn’t be more perfect; it’s always more comfortable to sail your own yacht than to squeeze onto those crowded passenger ships."

Fang Cheng reclines on the soft cushion of the deck chair, holding a freshly opened cold can of coke.

The cold aluminum can gathers a layer of fine bead-like condensation in the sunlight, trickling through his fingers.

Listening to Pan Wendi’s boasting, he takes a sip, feeling the carbonated bubbles explode in his throat, bringing a cool and refreshing sensation.

"It’s indeed good, fast and steady; feels like riding on the wind."

Fang Cheng puts down the can, replying offhandedly.

Hearing this, Pan Wendi immediately shakes his head repeatedly:

"Brother Cheng, those words are like slapping your brothers in the face."

"As the Chairman of our Illuminati, being aboard a brother’s yacht is an honor for me. If you like, I’ll rename and transfer the yacht to the organization as a communal boat."

Fang Cheng chuckles without responding.

His gaze drifts past Pan Wendi’s flamboyant attire and lands on the delightful figure on the other side of the deck.

Beneath the wide parasol, Lin Chuqiao is quietly sitting in a rattan chair reading a book.

She is wearing a woven straw hat, and her body is adorned with a fitted, haute couture red beach dress.

The hem of the dress gently sways with the breeze, revealing her pale jade-like arms and legs, accentuating her tall and graceful figure in full view.

Despite the enchanting sight before him, a trace of helplessness quietly slips through Fang Cheng’s mind.

His initial plan for the trip to Yong’an Island was simple.

Take advantage of the school vacation to bring Wen Xin on a little adventure, and casually invite Zhou Xiumei, who had been busy with talent show contests, to unwind.

Originally, Lin Chuqiao and Pan Wendi had no place in this cast.

Everything changed thanks to the encounter two days earlier.

That afternoon, he went to Jinshui Fish Market to inspect the renovation progress of the Illuminati headquarters.

Considering he would be away from the East Capital for a few days, Fang Cheng casually reminded her of a few things.

Basically, he mentioned that he was planning to take Wen Xin to Yong’an Island for a vacation.

During this time, the Illuminati should maintain a low profile, speak carefully, and avoid conflicts with other factions in the East Capital.

Yet, this perceptive young lady laughed sweetly and reminded him of a past promise.

That promise dates back two months when Lin Chuqiao was exhausted to the marrow from coordinating the establishment of a base.

Fang Cheng, feeling sympathy then, comforted her by saying that once the base’s construction was completed, he would take her out to relax and unwind.

Faced with this promise he uttered personally; Fang Cheng didn’t get a chance to explain.

The young lady had already made swift arrangements for everything.

She smiled and noted that the main construction at Jinshui Fish Market was finished, leaving only the soft furnishing work, which could be entrusted to Xiao Shuai and Jiang Xin to follow up under the guise of "developing new talent."

Since Fang Cheng was heading for a seaside holiday, she would conveniently free herself to fulfill that promise.

With the situation spoken up to this point, Fang Cheng had no room whatsoever to refuse and could only nod in agreement.

As for the current scene of the princely heir laughing mindlessly facing the sea breeze, he purely joined to enjoy the fun.

This fellow gleaned the news of Fang Cheng’s trip to Yong’an Island for vacation from his cousin Lin Chuqiao like a hunting dog catching a scent and came running enthusiastically.

Not only did he eagerly take charge of all transportation to and from the island, he insisted on joining the nostalgic revisit, claiming to miss the days when everyone fought side by side on Yong’an Island.

Fang Cheng thought it over.

Having such a playful character in the crew could indeed keep the atmosphere lively, so he agreed heartily.

However, he hadn’t quite anticipated how bringing along two women who both have an interest in him would lead to intricate chemistry.

Tap, tap.

A series of gentle footsteps from the direction of the wooden ladder interrupts Fang Cheng’s thoughts.

Zhou Xiumei comes up carrying a transparent glass fruit platter.

She is dressed in a light green floral knee-length dress today, wearing clean white sandals.

She carefully adjusts her footing as the yacht gently sways in the waves, striving to keep the tray steady.

Stopping beside Fang Cheng’s deck chair, Zhou Xiumei pauses and extends the platter slightly, appearing slightly awkward:

"Brother Cheng, it’s sunny on the deck, have some watermelon to quench your thirst."

Her voice is soft, her eyes expressing a subtle hint of emotion.