Yang Caiyu's message, Sun Dasheng didn't reply in the end.

As for the reason, it's not complicated.

During negotiations, no matter what this woman has in mind, it's best to leave her hanging.

This time, Chen Jianfei's negotiation fell through, and the other side stayed quiet for a while.

Seems like they were watching to see if Sun Dasheng was really so fearless.

Or maybe they wanted to see him fall hard, so he'd realize the entertainment industry isn't just a game?

In any case, the online noise has quieted down a lot recently.

The trolls dispersed, the hype died down, the onlookers left, and those who remained couldn't stir up any trouble.

Offshore, a luxury yacht.

Yang Mi laid lazily on the deck in a bright red bikini, flaunting her great figure, with a beautiful attendant beside her applying sunscreen.

She said to Sun Dasheng, who was fishing calmly at the side of the boat: "President Sun, you really know how to enjoy life, such a big private yacht, with dozens of attendants, just to serve the two of us.

Last time on the Huangpu River night cruise, it was too late, I didn't get a good look at your private yacht, didn't expect it to be so big and luxurious."

Her tone was full of envy.

"It's just under two small targets, not like you can't afford it." Sun Dasheng didn't even look at her, staring straight at the water.

"Easy for you to say." Yang Mi waved away the female attendant, lifted her flawless white feet, and walked over to Sun Dasheng, her slender jade hands wrapping around his neck, "Sure, one can afford it, but can they afford to use it? The docking, maintenance, and hiring staff expenses for this yacht must cost millions annually, right?"

"Perhaps." Sun Dasheng remarked nonchalantly, then his eyes lit up with joy, as he exerted his hands, "A fish is hooked!"

Yang Mi watched, dazzled, as fishing truly seemed like an art of enjoyment, devoid of skills, just sheer force pulling it up. Luckily, the fishing rod and line were of the highest quality, or the rod, almost bent into a crescent, felt like it might snap the next moment.

"Wow! What a big fish! What kind of fish is this?" Yang Mi instinctively reached out to touch it but was frightened by the lively fish on the deck, retreating repeatedly.

"Stay back, be careful not to get hurt by it." Sun Dasheng cautioned and called for the chef.

The chef, looking excited, said, "Sir, this is a bluefin tuna, the finest ingredient from the ocean. To taste its best flavor, it needs to be prepared immediately while fresh."

"Then go ahead and prepare it." Sun Dasheng waved casually.

The chef immediately called several crew members for help to lift it away, as the fish weighed over two hundred kilograms, too heavy for one person to carry.

Watching several muscular men struggle so much to lift it.

Yang Mi finally realized how heavy the fish was, and looked at the man before her in awe. From his build, he wasn't the beefy type at all.

Lean but muscular underneath the clothes.

To think he could lift such a heavy fish, it's terrifying.

The all-fish feast at noon made Sun Dasheng very satisfied. Indeed, a fish caught by oneself tasted exceptionally delicious.

Moreover, the catch was the finest top-quality specimen.

After the meal, it was time for a sunbathing break.

Yang Mi applied sunscreen on Sun Dasheng, even though he repeatedly said it wasn't necessary, she still sat on him forcibly, applying it carefully.

"Don't think just because you're a man that you don't need maintenance. If you don't take care of yourself, within a few years, you'll find yourself aging, the peak time gone, and you'll just become a greasy uncle."

Sun Dasheng wasn't fazed by Yang Mi's warning and retorted that it seemed like something he'd never experienced before.

Seeing his indifference, Yang Mi gritted her teeth and exerted force, rubbing his back vigorously.

Who knew he would reach out, wrap a hand around her slender waist, and pull her into his arms, "Little Chili, you really have some strength in your hands."

Yang Mi quickly struggled and glanced around: "Don't mess around, there are so many people watching on the boat."

"Oh? Where are the people?" Sun Dasheng asked.

Yang Mi was at a loss for words, thinking about what kind of staff he hired, as everyone seemed so perceptive.

Just now, people were bustling around everywhere, and now the deck was completely deserted.

"Alright, stop looking around, they've all gone back to their rooms to rest, don't worry, there are no paparazzi or Brother Edison."

Sun Dasheng tenderly fondled her Mimi.

Soon, she blushed all over, reaching down to touch, finding it damp and salty, indeed beauties and the ocean are a perfect match.

Rumbling! ~

The sky was filled with dark clouds.

Light rain started to patter on the deck, gradually getting heavier, Yang Mi struggled, rolling over, revealing two snowy patches crouched on her thighs, breathing softly, "It's raining heavily, let's go in."

Just as she was about to get up, the man underneath her grabbed her, pulling her back down.

"Ah...!"

Perhaps the sudden action, her face showed an exaggerated expression.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" Sun Dasheng asked.

Yang Mi smacked him, "It's all your fault, going too deep, can it not hurt?"

Sun Dasheng laughed heartily, for these words were the highest compliment for a man.

But he wasn't planning to let her go, because doing something interesting on a rainy day was really a first, in one word: refreshing.

"Stop it, it's raining so hard, we'll be drenched." Yang Mi was quite against it.

Sun Dasheng held her waist, pressing her down, kissing her fiery red lips, "I've already become a drenched chicken, why don't you experience it with me?"

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