Can't you just be good-looking

"Ah, this is the life!" Zhang Ziming leaned back on the sofa, stretching his arms with a contented laugh.

At that moment, two waitresses began bustling around.

They arranged plates of fruit and snacks on the table, then popped open two bottles of champagne, pouring glasses for everyone.

Throughout the process, the two wore professional smiles, their service impeccable.

Once finished, they stepped back, positioning themselves on either side of the lounge area, ready to attend to any requests.

Having burned quite a bit of energy from swimming earlier, everyone was starting to feel peckish. The moment the food was laid out, they dug in enthusiastically.

Zhao Qingqing and Ye Wei, both naturally outgoing, quickly warmed up to Su Yang and the others.

Meng Wenzhou glanced at the two standing waitresses and grinned. "Come join us, you two. No need to be so formal—we’re a pretty easygoing bunch."

"Yeah, don’t just stand there. Come have some fun!" Zhang Ziming chimed in.

The two women were taken aback by the invitation, hesitating awkwardly.

Noticing their discomfort, Su Yang smiled reassuringly. "Come on over, don’t be shy."

They exchanged uneasy glances, torn between joining and staying put.

Shen Yixue stood up and walked toward them.

"Hey, beauties, come sit with us. Let’s all enjoy ourselves!"

"Um… that might not be appropriate. We’re here to serve you. Our boss would dock our pay if he found out," one of them replied nervously.

Shen Yixue waved a hand dismissively. "Oh, don’t worry about that. Your boss wouldn’t dare."

"But—" Before they could protest further, Shen Yixue grabbed each by the arm and pulled them along.

Reluctantly, they followed.

The group chatted, snacked, and sipped champagne as music played softly from the speakers. The sun had mellowed, and the sea stretched out calm and serene.

Su Yang gazed at the breathtaking ocean view, suddenly overcome with the urge to sing.

He turned to the two waitresses.

"What are your names?"

"You can call me Xiaoling."

"And I’m Xuanxuan."

"Xiaoling, Xuanxuan—got it. By the way, can we sing on this yacht?"

"Of course," Xiaoling replied with a smile.

"Perfect! Could you set up the karaoke for us? Let’s get some songs going."

"Sure thing."

Xiaoling walked over to the bar, picked up a black remote, and fiddled with it for a moment.

The screen mounted above the yacht switched to karaoke mode.

She then brought back three microphones.

"All set!"

With a cheerful grin, she handed one to Su Yang.

Meng Wenzhou clapped his hands excitedly. "Oho! The singing legend is blessing us with a performance. Everyone, give it up!"

Clap clap clap—

The group erupted in applause.

"Come on, let’s all sing together!" Su Yang passed one mic to Tang Ziyun.

"Here, Xiao Tang—you’re the professional here."

Tang Ziyun accepted it gracefully.

"How about we duet first to kick things off?"

"Sounds good."

As the yacht glided smoothly across the water, the bustling city behind them faded into the distance.

The opening notes of a song began to play—Su Yang and Tang Ziyun had chosen the fitting duet "Coral Sea."

Su Yang’s voice floated out gently.

"The horizon darkens where the sea meets the sky."

"How can sorrow stay pure and bright?"

...

"Your lips whisper 'goodbye,'" "but your heart’s already gone."

"The ache lingers, slow and silent."

...

Though it was their first time singing together, their voices blended seamlessly.

Everyone aboard was soon lost in the music, faces relaxed, carried away by the melody.

Only Pan Ning remained expressionless, tilting her head slightly as she propped her chin on her hand and gazed at Su Yang.

Soon, the beautiful melody came to an end.

Clap clap clap~

Applause broke out.

Zhang Ziming stood up and praised, "You two sang so well—how are the rest of us supposed to follow that?"

"Yeah, you’ve set the bar way too high," Xia Keke added, pouting.

"Doesn’t matter, just sing however you like. Here." Su Yang shrugged and handed the microphone to Zhang Ziming.

"No way, give it to Old Meng."

Meng Wenzhou chuckled as he took the mic. "What’s there to be afraid of? Just enjoy it—who cares if you go off-key?"

"Now that’s the spirit." Su Yang patted Meng Wenzhou’s back before sitting down.

Pan Ning continued staring at Su Yang in silence.

Su Yang leaned closer and whispered, "Why are you staring at me like that?"

"Can’t I look at you because you’re handsome?"

"If you put it that way, then go ahead—be my guest." He grinned before asking, "How are you feeling now?"

"I’ve been fine for a while."

"Good. Let me know if you feel unwell at all."

"Mm." Pan Ning nodded, then turned away and closed her eyes to rest.

Once everyone warmed up their vocals, there was no stopping them. The yacht was soon filled with all kinds of songs, the atmosphere lively and energetic.

Meng Wenzhou stood up and opened a bag of fishing gear. After assembling his rod, he glanced at Su Yang.

"Hey, Old Su, ever fished before?"

"Honestly? Never."

"Hah! Finally, something you don’t know how to do. Well, you’re coming with me to fish now."

"Sure, I’ll learn." Su Yang downed the last of his champagne and stood.

He called out to Liu Bo and Zhang Ziming, who were still belting out tunes, "Hey, Fatty, Ziming, stop hogging the mic—let the ladies sing. We’re going fishing."

"Hold on, you guys go ahead. We’re just getting into it!"

"Fine." Su Yang shook his head, picked up a fishing rod, and followed Meng Wenzhou to the upper deck.

Once they reached the top deck, Meng Wenzhou baited the hook and said, "Let’s try to catch something for dinner."

"Sounds good." Su Yang’s interest was piqued.

He mimicked Meng Wenzhou’s movements, adjusting the rod carefully.

Soon, Meng Wenzhou cast his line with a smooth, practiced motion, the hook and bait shooting far into the ocean.

"Damn, that was slick!" Su Yang exclaimed.

"Right? This is a sea fishing rod—designed for long-distance casting."

"Honestly, I know nothing about this stuff." Su Yang fiddled with the reel at the base of the rod.

"No worries. Just copy what I did. Doesn’t matter if you mess up—as long as we catch something."

Su Yang grinned and imitated Meng Wenzhou’s casting motion, swinging the rod with force.

The hook launched forward in an instant.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh~

Meng Wenzhou blinked in shock. "No way! Old Su, are you messing with me? That was your first time?"

Su Yang turned and laughed. "Yeah, I’ve never used a rod like this before. Hell, I’ve barely fished at all."

"Damn, you’re a natural."

"Hah, was it that hard?"

Meng Wenzhou: "..."

"Alright, alright, I’m challenging you to a contest."

"Again? What’s the bet this time?" Su Yang asked.

"Let's see who can catch the most fish within an hour!"

"Sounds good. I feel like this is purely about luck—and I've got pretty good luck. You're probably going to lose."

"Haha, it's not just luck! There's skill involved too. You're definitely going down!"