Chapter 7

On the way to see the fat guy, Shen Cheng asked me, “What are you looking for him for?”

So I told him.

Shen Cheng said, “Do you think Du Hongting will go?”

That makes sense, the fat guy hates playing the victim.

Taking him in during the New Year because he were alone and had nowhere else to go doesn’t sound like a compelling reason to visit him

Shen Cheng said he would take care of it.

I agreed.

Most people, when faced with sudden changes, will act abnormally.

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And what’s even more baffling is why anyone would play with him when his skills are that bad?

But then I took a closer look and figured it out.

He’s playing as a female character.

I really feel sorry for his teammates.

Shen Cheng called out to the fat guy, who slowly turned around.

Morbidly obese, 

Unshaven, 

and incredibly ugly.

I regret not taking a picture of Du Hongting back then when he was still so good-looking. He’s so vain that, with his current status, I could have easily blackmailed him for hundreds of thousands.

When he saw me, he looked nervous and fidgety at first, but then he quickly regained his composure and asked, “What are you here for?”

I hadn’t quite figured out what to say yet, but Shen Cheng quickly spoke up and said, “To take you home for the New Year.”

I couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

Come on, Shen Cheng, can’t you phrase that a little better? It sounds so ambiguous!

Shen Cheng added, “Her family wants to arrange a blind date for her, so she wants to ask you to pretend to be her boyfriend.”

“Their family wants to arrange a blind date for her, so I want you to pretend to be her boyfriend.”

I was like,

I trusted you to handle the situation, and this is what you came up with?

What’s even scarier is that the fat guy agreed, saying “Okay.”

What?

He agreed just like that…

After a long and tiring journey, I fell into a deep sleep as soon as I got home. Then I was awakened by the sound of someone peeing.

In a daze, I pushed open the bathroom door and was hit by a wave of steam.

Who takes a shower in broad daylight?

Suddenly I heard a man’s voice say, “Get out!”

Oh my god, I finally realized what was happening.

To ease the awkward situation, I panicked and said, “Oh, I’m not leaving!”

I couldn’t leave, could I? 

Wouldn’t it be even more awkward to leave at this point?

At that moment, I was probably a real idiot. I thought it was smarter to chat casually with the naked fat guy while leaning against the door frame, pretending nothing was happening, than to politely apologize and leave immediately…

I pretended to be calm and asked the fatty, “My mom just asked me to ask you what dish you want to eat tonight?”

Then, a thick white mist rushed towards me, and an angry, chubby figure pushed me hard and slammed the door shut with a loud bang.

A few seconds later, the broken door creaked open again.

Sorry, Fat Guy, my family was really poor those years. We couldn’t afford to repair the broken bathroom door. 

Especially when there were no outsiders visiting. We didn’t spend money on unnecessary things.

After taking a shower, Du Hongting came out looking fair-skinned and rosy-cheeked. 

I don’t know if the water was too hot or something else.

Before he could say anything, I quickly changed the subject and asked, “Have you decided? Do you want braised pork or sweet and sour pork?”

I guessed that the fat guy was probably still angry. Being seen naked by someone else would be so embarrassing, right? 

He might scold me or just ignore me.

But Du Hongting waved his hand and said, “Sweet and sour pork.”

I must say I’m quite clever.

However, thinking back on it later, I regretted my keen observation.

I heard that the fat person’s “penis” was very small.

But I felt like Du Hongting’s was so big that even nearsighted people couldn’t ignore it…

My mom is one of those veteran actresses who specializes in acting.

Within two days of the fat guy moving in, she started playing the role of a vicious mother-in-law: “Have you finished taking care of your father’s affairs?”

Fat guy: “It’s almost done, there are still some things going on at work.”

My mom: “Oh, is someone taking care of it?”

Fat guy: “No.”

My mom: “Then why don’t you go take care of it?”

Ahem, Mom, you’re going a bit too far with the acting.

His father hasn’t even been dead for long, and you’re not even related, why are you getting so involved?

But looking back now, my mom was indeed a woman with far-sighted planning.

It was fortunate that she urged us to act in time to save the company from losses.

Otherwise, the company would have ended up in her name after his father passed away.

Clearly, the fat man needed someone to give him a push.

The company’s external debts.

The workers’ unpaid salaries at the end of the year.

Unfinished projects.

The need to maintain customer relations.

Even if it meant closing down the company, these issues had to be resolved first.

Unfortunately, the only inheritor struggled with basic social skills.

As a straight-A student, his aloofness wouldn’t work as a company’s CEO.

My mom said she wanted to arrange for both of us to break out of our comfort zone.

I thought she had some high-level plan in mind,

But It turned out she wanted us to go to the square to do radio exercises.

I heard that salespeople have all gone through this scene.

It’s especially effective at training people.

We had to go because we had nothing to eat if we didn’t.

I asked my mom if I could skip it, and she, in character, told us, “It’s time to test your love. Experience the four words of sharing weal and woe together.”

Mom, I really admire your words.

When I danced the first verse, I really couldn’t afford to lose face so I squatted on the ground and cried. 

My mom kicked me from the side.

The fat guy said, “Auntie, don’t force her. I’m the one who needs to exercise, so let me go first.”

One week later.

A deafening dance music with a super strong rhythm was playing in the square. Hundreds of aunties stepped in unison with the same dance steps, the kind of ghost steps that young people dance, with standard posture and grand momentum, which was awe-inspiring.

Especially the fat guy leading the dance, his soulful dancing was impossible to ignore.

With such powerful dance moves, cool sunglasses, and contemptuous expression, he defies everything and sets himself free.

It was truly unbelievable.

It’s hard to believe that this person is Du Hongting.

My mom even thought it was cool and twisted along with it for a few moments.

To be honest, as someone who has never been interested in square dancing, I inexplicably wanted to learn from Teacher Du at this moment.

After the performance, Du Hongting was quickly surrounded by a group of aunties, who asked him questions and talked endlessly. The students were very enthusiastic about learning.

Strangely enough, the fat guy who usually keeps to himself and greets everything with a frown, is now patiently guiding the students in their dance movements. Although his face doesn’t show much expression, his attitude is much more friendly and his tone is not as stiff as before. What surprised me the most is that I actually heard him say, “It’s not that I’m teaching well, it’s that you have a natural talent, sister.”

I looked at the fat guy’s face.

He’s really talking nonsense.

That “sister,” to be blunt, has so many wrinkles on her face that even his grandmother would consider her old.

But he can say it with a straight face, and even pulled the corners of his mouth up a bit. As a big guy, the charm of this yuppie smile deserves a score of 101 from me.

One more point is for you to be proud of.

It’s not easy to strike up a conversation with him, so I’m amazed: “May I ask if you’re planning to switch to selling health products for the elderly or become a duck?”

The fat guy slapped the back of my head and said, “Thanks for the compliment.”