Lu Mianmian received the most outrageous comment in her life, from an old doctor at the physical examination center. He stared at her report in silence for a full thirty seconds before saying, "Girl, biologically speaking, you are very close to a piece of Wagyu beef."
Body fat rate is 90%. The only one in the city.
She thought that the pinnacle of her life would be to sit down on the century-old mahogany chair passed down by the Gu family, and then be trending on the internet - until Gu Tingyuan, the domineering president of the Gu Group, kicked open the door of the physical examination center, stuffed her into an extended Lincoln, and threw her a "Contractual Lover's Agreement."
"I need a shield." Gu Tingyuan said, "You are safe enough."
Lu Mianmian looked down at her round belly and corrected him seriously: "This is not called safety, this is called nuclear deterrence."
Gu Tingyuan thought he had found the most worry-free contract lover in the city - until she tamed his grandmother's two Tibetan mastiffs with her bare hands and her belly.
Until his grandma became a regular customer of her Xiaolongbao shop.
Until another man shows up.
Li Beichen, the founder of Beichen Capital, was fierce in his tactics, hiding his sword behind his smile, and offered three million more than Gu Tingyuan. His target was not Lu Mianmian, but Gu Tingyuan's distraction. But he didn't count one thing - when Lu Mianmian smiled, two soft dimples would appear on his cheeks. They were not dimples, but depressions made by pure fat, but they were damn cute.
Two bosses and a marshmallow girl. The body fat rate of 90% is just the beginning. This soft smoke is spreading at the speed of five steamed buns per second.
Leave your mind behind and enjoy ultimate happiness
