Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1510 - 726:

Toot—

The steam whistle sounded, waves surged.

A sleek white luxury yacht, several dozen meters in length, slowly sailed into the harbor.

Inside the breakwater, hundreds of yachts of various sizes and models were already densely moored.

Teak walkways lined the shore, with several electric golf carts designated for picking up VIPs quietly parked under the awnings.

Surrounded by greenery, rows of hotel buildings and luxury villas housed numerous high-net-worth individuals.

This area, located near Qingshui Bay’s coastal avenue, is home to East Capital’s largest yacht club.

With a low engine roar, the "Sea God" reduced speed and slid precisely into its exclusive VIP berth.

"Ah, finally home, the waves were big today, drifting at sea for eight hours. My stomach is still churning."

Pan Wendi stood on the deck, stretching lazily while complaining.

Fang Cheng carried a travel bag, holding Wen Xin’s hand, and walked out from the cabin lounge.

The little girl clung to the railing of the ship’s railings, dragging her feet reluctantly, with a face full of nostalgia.

Zhou Xiumei followed behind, dragging a small silver suitcase.

Today, she wore a light beige cotton long dress, with her black hair casually tied back with a hairband.

The sea breeze brushed against a few strands of stray hair on her slightly flushed cheeks, making her appear particularly pure and lovely.

The short five-day vacation passed by in a flash.

Though not long, this carefree time seemed to wash away the usual worries between her brows.

The originally too pale skin now had a healthier blush, and her eyes were brighter and more luminous than before, her entire being radiated a sense of ease and relaxation.

Seeing Wen Xin turning her head back every few steps, Zhou Xiumei spoke softly:

"Alright, you’ve played enough. It’s time to get back. You must complete the rest of your summer homework starting tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, Wen Xin suddenly sank like a deflated balloon, her small shoulders drooping.

Fang Cheng saw this, pinched her cheek, and smiled:

"Listen to your Sister Zhou. If you get into a top middle school in East Capital next year, I’ll take you to Yong’an Island for a month’s stay, letting you eat seafood till you’re sick of it."

"Really? It’s settled then!"

Wen Xin’s eyes lit up and she immediately clapped happily, assuring earnestly:

"I promise I’ll study hard, memorize vocabulary, and do arithmetic. I won’t disappoint you and mom."

"Brother Cheng, what are you talking about? Wait for me."

Just as they were speaking, Lin Chuqiao walked out of the cabin.

She had sunglasses on her face, wearing high-heeled sandals, and dragged a limited edition Burberry bag.

Her tone was sweet, yet she exuded the efficiency of a city lady.

The yacht came to a complete stop, and the club staff quickly advanced to connect the gangplank to the deck.

Fang Cheng led Wen Xin down, with Zhou Xiumei and Lin Chuqiao following behind.

Pan Wendi stayed onboard to handle some handover arrangements at the club, thus did not disembark.

On the walkway, Fang Cheng turned back, looking at Pan Wendi standing on the deck:

"Wendi, leave those items in the storage room here for now, make sure they’re not tampered with. In a couple of days, I’ll arrange for a truck to pick them up from the dock."

Inside were more than twenty ancient relics he obtained from the underwater cave on Yong’an Island.

Pan Wendi understood, putting away his playful smile, nodding solemnly:

"Rest assured, Brother Cheng, I’ll personally supervise it, nothing will go wrong."

Fang Cheng nodded slightly, turned around, and led the three women across the walkway towards the club’s inner parking lot.

He reached into his pocket for the car keys and pressed them.

The cornered black Land Rover SUV emitted a crisp beep, the headlights flashing.

Lin Chuqiao dragged her suitcase toward another nearby bright red sports sedan.

Before opening the car door, Lin Chuqiao stopped, removed her sunglasses, and looked at Fang Cheng:

"Brother Cheng, the renovations at Jinshui Fish Market will be completed by this weekend. Then we’ll host an opening ceremony, marking the Illuminati’s official presence in East Capital."

Fang Cheng tossed the travel bag into the trunk and dusted off his hands:

"I leave that entirely to you. I’m very confident in your capabilities."

Lin Chuqiao gave him a sidelong glance, her tone carrying a hint of coquettish complaint:

"Of course you feel assured, always shirking responsibilities and leaving a heap of mess for me to handle."

"The capable should do more work, right?"

Fang Cheng laughed, raised his hand to wave at her, signaling goodbye.

Closing the trunk, he opened the rear door of the Land Rover, assisting Zhou Xiumei and Wen Xin into the car.

Then, he sat in the driver’s seat, started the engine, and casually turned on the car stereo, playing a cheerful pop song.

The SUV slowly exited the club, merging into the sea-crossing highway traffic.

The afternoon sun penetrated the windshield, casting a warm glow.

The air conditioner vents emitted a gentle humming sound, and cool air rapidly spread, isolating the summer heat outside.

Through the rear-view mirror, Fang Cheng glanced at the back seat.

Zhou Xiumei was reclining with her eyes closed, her demeanor tranquil as if lost in thought.

Wen Xin lay by the window, humming a tune while observing the scenery racing by.

Outside the window were East Capital’s towering skyscrapers and the endless stream of vehicles, with giant billboards on either side of the elevated highway reflecting dazzling light in the sunlight.

Returning from Yong’an Island’s azure sea and blue skies to the steel and concrete urban jungle, Fang Cheng inevitably felt a touch of nostalgia as the vacation came to an end.