Reborn on Wedding Night: Flirting the Cold Bigshot into Blushes Chapter 122: Fishing and the Human Heart

Alia Wright sat back down.

This ti she didn’t rush to start, quietly waiting until an elderly person next to her caught a fish.

She watched the other person’s actions carefully, observing how the thin fishing line, like a strand of silk, was managed without haste as the fish struggled, until the fish in the water tired, and the elder slowly reeled it in.

Holding up the fish, the elder laughed heartily: "Haha, looks like I’m the first to catch one today. Not bad, right? At least five pounds!"

"Alright, alright, don’t get so cocky, keep it down."

"What’s there to be proud of, it’s just one fish, the real winner laughs last."

Several seniors snorted dismissively, all keeping their eyes on the water, unwilling to admit defeat.

Alia Wright watched closely, roughly understanding how to reel in the rod.

She felt like the fish on the hook, painfully struggling, but unable to escape destiny and resentnt no matter how hard she tried.

So she could only descend into it, drowning in revenge, ignoring the pain in her heart.

Alia Wright baited the hook again and cast the line once more.

But this ti, no one noticed her, the seniors all assud she didn’t know how to fish.

If it weren’t for Robert Reed protecting Alia Wright, these quirky old n would have chased her away long ago.

Alia Wright was too quiet.

So quiet that one could almost overlook her presence.

Anywhere else, just her face would easily make her the center of attention.

But not here, in the eyes of these seniors, no matter how pretty Alia Wright was, she wasn’t as interesting as the fish in the water.

Until there was so movent on the water’s surface in front of Alia Wright, causing the seniors to frown simultaneously.

Matt Rowe couldn’t help but say, "Old Reed, maybe I should get a young one over here to take your student out for a walk, she’s distracting everyone, and if she flubs again, the water will be scared."

Matt Rowe was being quite soft-spoken and polite for the sake of Robert Reed.

However, after Robert Reed turned back, he just stared at Alia Wright in a daze.

Alia Wright naturally began to reel in the line.

Last ti she had been clumsy and chaotic.

This ti her movents were smooth and natural, like a seasoned angler.

The elder who had caught the first fish couldn’t help but exclaim: "She’s imitating my moves!"

So surprised was he that his voice inadvertently rose.

Amidst everyone’s astonishnt, Alia Wright lifted a fish, removed the hook, and placed it into a bamboo basket soaking in the water beside her.

Then she rebaited the hook and cast again.

The entire process was so quiet that it was strangely comforting to watch.

Matt Rowe finally reacted, asking, "She’s copying Old Mr. Dunne, how did she learn so well?"

Robert Reed heard this, his smile so wide it nearly reached his ears, and boasted, "Oh, co on, what’s the big fuss, forgot to tell you all, my student here, she doesn’t have many strengths, but she’s got a strong ability to learn."

Several of the elders felt inexplicably envious.

Then ca the quiet waiting.

One fish after another was hooked.

Everyone was enthusiastic, but Alia Wright remained quiet.

Perhaps the fish liked the quiet too, as Alia Wright’s bamboo basket yielded a fruitful haul.

Every ti Robert Reed saw Alia Wright catch a fish, he was even happier than if he had caught it himself.

Ti gradually passed, and it was 11 in the morning.

The sun was rising higher, and it was getting a bit hot.

After several hours of fishing, having spent substantial energy, Alia Wright thought these elders should head back.

It was then that Matt Rowe suddenly exclaid: "Big fish!"

Everyone looked over.

"Judging by the pull, this is probably the biggest one of the day."

"Old Mr. Rowe, keep steady, don’t let it escape."

"Slow down, take it slower."

Everyone gathered around, very excited.

Alia Wright watched Matt Rowe, his face flushed, with sweat on his forehead, and she slightly frowned.

A ten-pound fish jumped out of the water under the tug of the fishing line, its tail flapping, splashing Matt Rowe’s face with water.

Matt Rowe still wore a smile, but in the next mont, his face suddenly turned pale.

The fishing rod fell from his hands, and the big fish fell to the ground, struggled a few tis, then leaped back into the water, freeing itself from the hook.

Matt Rowe pallidly collapsed to the ground.

"Old Mr. Rowe!"

"Matt!"

Everyone hurried over as fast as they could.

Alia Wright then realized why Matt Rowe had suddenly suffered a heart attack.

After persisting with hours of fishing, now with the sun directly overhead, the excitent of catching a big fish had caused the incident.

Alia Wright quickly ran over, calmly stating, "Move aside."

No one would make way, fumbling and panicking to provide first aid, and calling an ambulance.

The usually quiet and soft-spoken Alia Wright suddenly shouted loudly: "Everyone move aside, I can save him!"

Only then did everyone hear Alia Wright speaking.

They also understood that Alia Wright was saying she could save him.

The old n hurriedly cleared a path for Alia Wright.

Alia Wright knelt down, seeing Matt Rowe’s pale face and obvious difficulty in breathing.

She quickly pulled open Matt Rowe’s clothing to ease his breathing and instructed sternly, "Don’t crowd around, keep the air circulating."

Then Alia Wright took out a rolled-up cloth bag from her person.

She quickly unrolled it, and everyone saw that it contained a set of silver needles.

Alia Wright picked up one silver needle and directly inserted it into the Neiguan acupoint.

The elders were startled.

"Is this... do you know dicine? Just inserting needles at will, be careful not to cause any problems."

"Wait, don’t act recklessly, I’ve already called an ambulance, randomly inserting needles can be deadly."

Everyone knew Alia Wright was Robert Reed’s student, a national painting major.

Traditional Chinese dicine is profound, not easy to learn, even if one tries to learn, it takes ti, and Alia Wright was so young.

Alia Wright ignored them, quickly inserting the second needle.

Robert Reed stopped those trying to interfere, calmly saying, "Matt’s condition looks too dangerous at the mont, maybe he can’t wait for the ambulance; I trust my student."

"Old Reed, this is a matter of life and death, you really trust her that much?"

Robert Reed nodded firmly: "I trust her."

This single "I trust her," made Alia Wright think about how she was using her teacher, completely undeserving of his trust, causing her heart to ache imnsely.

She took a deep breath and swiftly continued inserting needles.

The struggling Matt Rowe slowly began to breathe again.

He moved his fingers slightly and woke up.

The onlookers anxiously asked, "Matt, are you okay?"

Matt Rowe’s first words were: "Where’s my fish?"

The crowd fell silent in bewildernt.

Nearly lost his life, yet still thinking about the fish!

Alia Wright interrupted this idle chatter and quickly asked, "You had a sudden cardiac arrest, I’ve done so ergency asures now, the safest approach now is to take dication, where’s your dicine?"

Matt Rowe weakly whispered, "In the farmhouse, under the pillow in my room."

An older man sprinted off, yelling as he ran, "You guys take care of Matt, I’ll go get the dicine."

A few minutes later, with the dication taken, Matt Rowe’s condition stabilized temporarily.

An hour later, Matt Rowe was carried onto the ambulance.

Before the ambulance doors closed, Matt Rowe looked at Alia Wright and solemnly said, "Thank you."