Reborn As Super Heiress-Chapter 246 - 243 Setting Sail

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Chapter 246: Chapter 243: Setting Sail

Chapter 246: Chapter 243: Setting Sail

“Since it’s a weekend getaway, let’s not talk about business. We’ve already arranged everything regarding your matter, Brother Zheng, so you can just relax.”

Gu Xu didn’t speak, and Song Hui acted as his megaphone.

These words served as a reassurance pill for Zheng Qinghua. Upon hearing this, he was overjoyed and laughed, “Alright, then let’s set sail and leave the harbor. With me as your guide, I promise you all an enjoyable experience with good food and fun!”

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The crew members untied the iron chains from the dock and steered the yacht away from the pier.

Huo Sining and the others stood on the deck at the bow. Because the weather was clear, it was just the time of sunset. Facing the distant glow of the twilight sky and stepping on the azure sea, everyone’s mood was unprecedentedly comfortable.

Not long after setting out to sea, Su Qingqing’s face began to look a bit strange. Huo Sining was the first to notice something was amiss and was about to call Zheng Qinghua over, but before he could take two steps, Su Qingqing’s face drastically changed and she suddenly leaned on the railing of the ship, vomiting intensely.

Zheng Qinghua was chatting with Ouyang Jun and others when he heard the commotion and hurried over. Seeing Su Qingqing’s miserable state, he couldn’t help but laugh. While patting her back he said:

“It’s okay, it’s just seasickness. I have medication for seasickness in the yacht’s medical kit. I’ll go get it.”

Su Qingqing, pale-faced, fell and sat on the deck, nowhere near her usual bluffing and blustering self.

Huo Sining and Su Jinyuan exchanged looks, both somewhat caught between laughter and tears.

Accustomed to Su Qingqing’s loud and brash behavior, suddenly seeing her sitting obediently with a pitiful look, Huo Sining felt somewhat unaccustomed.

“Qingqing is usually quite energetic. I remember she even learned taekwondo. She shouldn’t have such poor physical condition to react so severely to a boat ride,” Huo Sining commented, turning his head to look at Su Qingqing with concern, puzzled.

Su Jinyuan nodded, “She was excited for several days about going to sea, who knew she would get seasick. Right now, she must be feeling so frustrated.”

Upon retrieving the seasickness medication and hearing Huo Sining’s comments, Zheng Qinghua couldn’t help but laugh and shake his head:

“Seasickness is common for those who have never been to sea; it has nothing to do with physical quality. She probably has a constitution prone to seasickness. She’ll be fine after adjusting for a few hours. I’ve got medication for it, and after taking it and sleeping, she should be better by tomorrow.”

Huo Sining nodded, took a cup of water, and while no one was paying attention, he infused the Spirit of Azure Pearl into the pill and the water. Then he handed the pill to Su Qingqing, allowing her to drink the water and swallow it.

Su Qingqing felt a surge of cool energy flowing down her throat into her stomach and soon spreading throughout her body. The feeling of suffocation and nausea in her chest was significantly relieved in an instant.

She assumed it was a reaction to the seasickness medication and thought nothing of it.

While the Spiritual Energy of the Azure Pearl could cure Su Qingqing’s seasickness, Huo Sining dared not act recklessly with so many people around and could only tamper a little with the seasickness pill.

Huo Sining intended to persuade Su Qingqing to rest in the cabin later, and then he could find an excuse to offer her a Qigong massage, directly channeling Spiritual Energy into her body to relieve her discomfort.

But Su Qingqing was stubborn, and she had looked forward to this trip to the sea for so many days. How could she let it be interrupted by a bout of seasickness?

Su Qingqing watched Huo Sining eagerly, and even as the rocking of the waves left her face pale and pained, she stubbornly refused to return to her room.

Huo Sining was helpless and couldn’t voice her true thoughts, so she had no choice but to let it be.

Fortunately, Su Qingqing’s seasickness wasn’t too severe. After taking some medicine, her complexion improved significantly, and Huo Sining finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Unlike Su Qingqing, no one else showed any unusual symptoms after setting to sea. Even Huo Sining, a landlubber from the central regions, didn’t have any adverse reactions.

Everyone gathered excitedly on the deck, standing, sitting, or lying down, enjoying the sea breeze and the scenery. Despite it being winter, the sea breeze wasn’t too cold on their faces, and they were all very happy.

Of course, going out to sea meant fishing, and even with Zheng Qinghua’s words as a prelude, the enthusiasm of the group was undiminished. They headed out over ten nautical miles from the shore and were eager to consult with the captain about the situation.

The captain was a middle-aged man nearing fifty. His cracked, rough skin and the thick calluses on his hands silently testified to his extensive experience as an old sailor.

“My family is from a nearby fishing village. Back in my youth, which was thirty or forty years ago, we’d go just ten miles out to sea with my father and could catch eight to ten thousand pounds of fish. Back then, fish weren’t expensive, but they were enough to live on. Now, you have to go seventy or eighty miles out, and if you can catch five hundred pounds of fish in a day, you’re hitting the jackpot,” he said.

When Huo Sining and the others urged him to cast the nets and start fishing, the captain’s face revealed a bitter smile. While fetching the fishing nets from the cabin, he began to reminisce.

“The fish are fewer now. You have to go at least thirty miles out to cast your nets. Some of the old fishermen have had to change professions. Relying on fishing to get rich is too difficult these days.”

Perhaps realizing that his words had dampened the mood, the captain smiled and said,

“Hey, why am I talking about all this? You’re here to have fun. Looking at you, I can tell you’re all successful people in society. These are worries for the poor folks—that’s not something you’d have to deal with.”

The others remained silent, but Huo Sining’s expression was serious as she gazed at the stretch of sea before her, struggling to pinpoint her feelings.

The depletion of the fish population in the inner sea might not matter to others, but to her, it was intimately relevant.

Although Huo Sining had only been active in the Yellow River since arriving in S City, she knew that one day she would take to the sea and return to the waters where she had once met her end.

No wonder many domestic restaurants had started importing seafood from overseas. With domestic marine fish stocks depleted by overfishing, restaurants needed to maintain their business by turning to imported delicacies.

Huo Sining had always felt that possessing the Water-Repelling Pearl gave her a heaven-defying cheat, but at that moment, she realized just how mistaken she had been. Even with the Water-Repelling Pearl, what use would it be if one day there were no fish to catch in the nearby seas?

That time when she dined on seafood with Su Jinyuan and Bai Guoming at the Oriental Restaurant, she had an inkling of a thought, and now, hearing the old captain’s words, that idea grew increasingly stronger.

The ocean was vast and teeming with countless fish; it surely couldn’t be depleted. It must be because the fish, affected by ecological destruction, no longer came to this area, having moved elsewhere to establish their homes.

If Spiritual Energy was so enticing to these fish, could she, with enough of it, attract the fish and foster a new ecosystem?

Huo Sining thought the idea sounded absurd but felt it might be feasible in practice. The only challenge was that the Spiritual Energy in the Water-Repelling Pearl she currently held was too weak. It might suffice for ordinary fishing, but for such a grand endeavor, it was but a drop in the bucket—altogether insufficient.