Chapter 17

Is it really true? I don’t believe it.

Du Hongting went to a reputable pharmacy and bought several brands of pregnancy tests for me. The results were consistently negative. 

I still didn’t believe it. 

I had even thought of a name for the baby: Goudan (Dog Egg). 

And now you’re telling me it’s gone? 

Reluctant to accept it. 

After two days, 

Aunt Flo arrived with a bang. 

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I exclaimed, “!!!” 

Chubby continued, “I ordered takeout from Haidilao. Got seaweed, bean sprouts, shrimp balls, tender beef, and Basa fish slices—your usual seventeen dishes.”

Having a foodie boyfriend with an exceptional memory is truly terrifying. So, I went to Du Hongting’s house.

After having hot pot, he sighed, “So happy, especially when you told me you were pregnant.” 

I retorted, “If you’re so eager to be a dad, how about tonight I make your dream come true?”

Chubby, sticking to tradition, replied, “That has to wait until we’re married.” 

Then, with a longing expression, he added, “I really love kids. If we could have two daughters, I’d ask for nothing more.” 

Um, how should I put it?

This kind of talk sounds ominous, like setting a flag that may not bring good luck.

It’s like a soldier telling his wife before going to battle, “When I come back, we’ll live happily ever after.” And then he dies in the battlefield.

Du Hongting, what will you do if you have three sons in the future?

Oh, wait.

Another flag has been raised.

Satiety breeds lechery and desire.

I invited my chubby friend to the bed for a chat.

I asked him, why didn’t it work out so many times before?

He earnestly said, “I held back because I was afraid of hurting you.”

I fell for your trick!

I said, “Just go ahead without holding back. I promise I won’t even make a sound the whole time.”

Chubby didn’t believe me, “If it hurts, don’t scream.”

I disdainfully retorted, “Scream what, call you daddy?”

That night.

I collapsed on the bed, crying for help, shouting “Daddy!”

It didn’t work out.

Can’t blame me for being a coward.

You try sticking your fist into your nostrils!

Afterwards, we had a heart-to-heart talk.

I told Du Hongting that he really needs to lose weight this time, make some parts slimmer for me. Otherwise, how are we going to live this X life in the future?

Du Hongting said, even if his whole body gets thin, that part won’t.

Lies.

Definitely just an excuse to avoid losing weight.

I gave him a piece of my mind.

Unexpectedly, he felt wronged, “You have the nerve to criticize me. I became this fat all because of you feeding me, right?”

True.

I have a small appetite, but I love trying new things. When I see something delicious, I want to have a bit of everything. Every time I buy too much and there are leftovers, I can’t bear to waste them, so I stuff them into Chubby’s mouth. So, foodies and gluttons are truly a match made in heaven.

But that won’t work anymore.

I must control myself.

I told Chubby, “I’ll help you lose weight, okay?”

He agreed, but I had to promise him one condition: to grow my hair long.

This is a bit challenging.

I’ve always had short hair since I was little.

Not for anything else, it’s just convenient for washing! Three minutes to finish, no need to blow-dry.

Curiously, I asked Chubby why he suddenly wants me to grow long hair.

Could it be that he also read that romantic novel where the male lead asks the female lead to grow her hair long, and she asks him why? He says, “This way, you can have a little more.”

So, Chubby, do you also want to love me a little more?

The stubborn Chubby shook his head, “I don’t want people to mistakenly think I’m gay when I’m with you.”

Me: “…”

On the first day of helping Chubby lose weight, dinner consisted of only a cucumber and a tomato. By seven o’clock, I was a little hungry.

Chubby brought two bowls of instant noodles, each with a separate tub, and finished them all by himself. Then he told me that it’s best to have some fruit after eating instant noodles. So, we each had an apple and a banana to supplement some vitamins. I felt a bit stuffed.

Then, I went jogging with Chubby. Passing by a street food stall, I craved barbecue. Chubby suggested not ordering too much and opting for some vegetarian options, thinking it wouldn’t make a big difference. So, we ordered grilled eggplant, grilled gluten, grilled mantou (Chinese steamed bun), grilled leeks, and grilled enoki mushrooms.

It was too spicy.

My stomach felt a bit uncomfortable. Chubby went to the supermarket and bought two bottles of yogurt, saying it helps with digestion, and it’s okay to drink a bit more.

After drinking it, I felt that something was off. I stepped onto the scale, and I had gained four kilograms. I thought this won’t do; if he doesn’t lose weight, I’ll end up gaining weight too.

After hearing from elsewhere, there’s a kind of weight loss medication containing L-carnitine that doesn’t require dieting. So, I bought it for Chubby to take on an empty stomach before breakfast, insisting on using it for a month. The instructions claimed that it could at least help lose ten kilograms.

A month passed.

Chubby gained ten kilograms.

I was so frustrated that I called to complain. The customer service representative then said in a gentle tone, “Just taking medication is not enough. Medication is only a supplementary measure; it must be combined with exercise.”

Nonsense.

If Chubby is willing to exercise, do I need to bother buying weight loss pills?

Later, I switched to a different type of weight loss pill, an appetite suppressant. Chubby took one, and the effect was truly immediate. When he saw food, he would vomit like a pregnant woman with morning sickness. He felt dizzy, and his heart was uncomfortable. Chubby said, “Don’t make me take weight loss pills again; it feels like suicide.”

He finally was willing to move a bit. At first, it was low-intensity exercise. Chubby disliked exercising, so I had to spark his interest in it. For example, doing exercises that couples can do together. Sit-ups. After each sit-up, he would give me a kiss. In just one night, my lips were swollen.

I thought this won’t do; it’s not worth it. So, I changed it to every night after I finished reading, I would ask him to come out for a run. We would run until the curfew, and then he would walk me back home. To be honest, it was truly heartbreaking. Because he was too fat, his clothes were all soaked in sweat after running, even his sports shoes were filled with water, making a squeaking sound when he walked, almost like he could raise goldfish in them.

However, the disappointing part was that the results were not very noticeable. Later, I found out that relying solely on exercise couldn’t achieve the goal of weight loss. Running ten kilometers could only burn off a McDonald’s ice cream cone.

When it comes to weight loss, the most important thing is to control what goes into your mouth. Chubby said he couldn’t do it. His life had long been inseparable from delicious food. When lonely, he’d open a bag of chips. When faced with adversity, he’d devour braised pork to get rid of worries. Solve a difficult math problem? Reward himself with a cup of hot chocolate. Feeling sad? A cola paired with a double-layer beef and cheeseburger can rescue his mood the best.

The day his parents divorced, he sat alone in McDonald’s and ate ten Big Macs in one go. The day his father passed away, he sat alone at KFC and ate twenty Mexican chicken wraps in one breath.

Alright then.

I can certainly understand his situation. “But now you have me. When you’re lonely, I’ll be there with you; when things don’t go well, you can vent to me; when you need appreciation, I’ll praise you; when you’re sad, I’ll comfort you with my body!”

After hearing what I said, Du Hongting was very moved, but he still decided to choose potato chips, braised pork, hot chocolate, cola, and hamburgers. Fine, then go ahead and kiss potato chips, go on a date with braised pork, and make love with hamburgers.

I want to return to being single and focus on studying every day!

In the following weekends, I didn’t go to see him. Instead, I spent my time with Liu Lijuan. Liu Lijuan is a very infatuated girl. When we first met in our sophomore year, I casually mentioned Du Hongting to her a few times, and each time, she would have endless pink fantasies. Based on my vague and limited descriptions, Liu Lijuan successfully imagined Du Hongting as follows: a top student, a warm-hearted guy, and a noble gentleman. She believed Du Hongting was definitely handsome and had repeatedly expressed her desire to see his true appearance. I couldn’t bear to shatter the infatuated girl’s dreams and told her that Du Hongting was actually a guy weighing over 300 pounds. Liu Lijuan didn’t believe me until she witnessed Du Hongting’s spectacular figure in the self-study room.

Afterward, I asked Liu Lijuan if she was disappointed. Unexpectedly, she became even more infatuated than before. “His facial features are good, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. He must look handsome when he loses weight! Tall and well-proportioned, if it weren’t for the weight, he would definitely be a long-legged oppa! No, no, with such fair skin, he must be a fresh-faced idol! Hey, Meng Qiqi, can you hurry up and make your boyfriend lose weight? I’m so looking forward to it!” 

“…”

Calling you an infatuated girl was an understatement. You’re basically the infatuated queen.