Fishing

On the white sandy beach, the staff had brought out various water sports equipment—fishing, surfing, and diving were all available. At the moment, An Shiyu stood in front of one of the staff members, eyeing the gear with interest.

"Miss An, would you like to try this?" The staff member, seated on a jet ski, asked in fluent Japanese.

"I only understand the Kansai dialect. And can you speak Chinese?" An Shiyu retorted, her hands stuffed into her jacket pockets.

"Uh… sure."

"Let me ride this." The short-haired girl pointed at the jet ski.

"Of course, Miss An. Please put on a life jacket and hop on."

"No. I mean, you get off. I’ll drive it myself," An Shiyu said.

"Uh…" The staff member hesitated. Their job was to ensure passenger safety, and letting someone operate the jet ski alone was risky.

Seeing his reluctance, An Shiyu gave him a deadpan look. "Not allowed? How stingy."

Then, in a flat, exaggerated tone, she added, "Ah, I’ve lost all interest now. I think I’ll file a complaint… Little blondie, you wouldn’t want to lose this job, would you?"

The staff member immediately waved his hands in panic. "N-no, no! My apologies, miss! That’s not what I meant. Please go ahead—I’ll bring another jet ski to follow you for safety."

"What, you wanna play bumper cars on the water with me?"

"No, that’s not—"

"Then don’t follow me."

An Shiyu shooed the dejected staff member away and climbed onto the jet ski.

"Feels nice," she murmured, recalling how she’d first learned to ride one at the age of three. Back then, everything had felt new and exciting after finally leaving that place.

She twisted the throttle, and the jet ski shot forward like a nimble fish darting across the water.

At one point, she even lifted the jet ski into the air, spinning it mid-flight before crashing back into the sea with a spectacular splash!

Her skills left the nearby staff members utterly stunned.

"Isn’t she going too fast? And she’s not even wearing a life jacket," Chen Qin remarked from under the sun umbrella, watching An Shiyu with mild concern.

"You’ll get used to it," Ye Shuang replied, unfazed. He just hoped the girl wouldn’t get too carried away.

"Ah, youth is wonderful," Aunt Li sighed from her lounge chair, clad in a one-piece swimsuit and basking in the sun with cucumber slices on her face.

Meanwhile, Bai Yuyou and Tang Keke were also captivated by An Shiyu’s high-speed antics on the water.

"Keke."

"Hm?"

"Let’s try that too…" Bai Yuyou suggested.

"Ehh, no way! It looks terrifying!" Tang Keke shuddered at the thought of being flung off and embarrassingly fished out by the staff.

"It’s okay. We can tie ourselves together," Bai Yuyou said after a pause. "With a rope."

"Wouldn’t that make it even more dangerous?!"

In the end, the two girls settled for fishing instead.

The shallow waters near the beach had no large fish, but smaller ones were perfect for casual angling.

When Ye Shuang heard Bai Yuyou and Tang Keke were going fishing, he decided to join them.

Instead of heading out to sea, they chose a spot near the rocky shore. The staff quickly set up a sun umbrella and brought refreshments for the group.

"Brother, why is the sand here so white?" Tang Keke hugged her fishing rod, staring curiously at the pale beach below. "The sand in Haizhu City is yellow."

"Sand?" Ye Shuang blinked, then turned to Bai Yuyou with a smile. "Do you know why, Yuyou?"

"No."

"White sand is common in tropical and subtropical regions. It’s formed from crushed coral and seashells—do you remember what seashells are made of?"

Tang Keke scratched her head, confused. "Uh…"

"Calcium carbonate," Bai Yuyou answered. Then, as if realizing something, she added, "Calcium carbonate is white."

"And yellow sand?"

"More quartz… so it looks gray or yellow."

"Exactly. Well done." Ye Shuang patted her head affectionately, and the girl seemed pleased.

"Wow, brother, you know so much!"

"Firsthand experience leaves a deeper impression than book learning," Ye Shuang said with a chuckle. "I’m sure you’ll remember this forever, Keke. Every time someone asks, you’ll recall this vacation."

"Ohhh, that makes sense!" Tang Keke smacked her fist into her palm as if a lightbulb had lit up above her head.

Just then, Chen Qin and Aunt Li approached. "Shuang, wanna go diving?"

"Diving?"

"You guys go ahead."

"Come with me~" Chen Qin wrapped her arms around Ye Shuang’s, her voice dripping with a playful tone.

"But my fishing—"

"Don’t worry about it. Your reputation for coming back empty-handed is legendary."

Ye Shuang: "…"

Was that even human language?

"Diving…" He glanced at Bai Yuyou and Tang Keke. While both could swim, diving required training—especially in the ocean. Just as he was about to decline, Bai Yuyou spoke softly.

"Ye Shuang… it’s okay. Keke and I will fish."

Bai Yuyou had matured a lot. Though she longed to stay by Ye Shuang’s side, she didn’t want to hold him back. He had always told her to learn independence—she couldn’t become a burden.

"Alright, then. I’ll go for a quick dive."

"Have fun, brother!" Tang Keke waved, though she seemed to want to say more.

As Ye Shuang left with Chen Qin and Aunt Li, Tang Keke finally whispered to Bai Yuyou,

"Yuyou, this isn’t good. You need to create more summer memories with brother, or how are you gonna have babies later?"

"This isn’t the way."

"Why not?"

"I… need to learn diving. The more skills I have, the more things I can experience with Ye Shuang…" Bai Yuyou murmured.

"Oh… I see."

Meanwhile, Ye Shuang and the others headed toward the yacht. The staff had recommended several scenic diving spots.

"Huh? What’s going on over there?" Chen Qin suddenly noticed some commotion in the distance—it sounded like an argument.

"Other guests?" Ye Shuang squinted at the scene.

"Impossible. We didn’t accept any other bookings unless they came on their own boat," Chen Qin said dismissively.

Who would be foolish enough to barge onto a private resort island without an invitation?

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