The most ridiculous assessment Lu Mianmian ever received came from an elderly doctor at a medical checkup center. He stared at her report in silence for a full thirty seconds, then said, “Young lady, biologically speaking, you’re remarkably close to a piece of Wagyu beef.”
A body fat percentage of ninety percent. The only one in the whole city.
She thought the pinnacle of her life would be collapsing the Gu family’s century-old rosewood chair and then trending online, until Gu Tingyuan, the domineering CEO of the Gu Group, kicked open the doors of the medical checkup center, stuffed her into a stretch limousine, and tossed her a “Contract Lover Agreement.”
“I need a shield,” Gu Tingyuan said. “You’re safe enough.”
Lu Mianmian looked down at her round belly and corrected him seriously. “That’s not ‘safe.’ That’s nuclear deterrence.”
Gu Tingyuan thought he’d found the least troublesome contract lover in the city, until she tamed his grandmother’s two Tibetan mastiffs with nothing but her belly.
Until his grandmother became a regular at Lu Mianmian’s soup dumpling shop.
Until another man showed up.
Li Beichen, founder of Beichen Capital, was ruthless and had a knife behind every smile. He offered three million more than Gu Tingyuan. His target wasn’t Lu Mianmian, but Gu Tingyuan’s attention. What he hadn’t counted on was this: when Lu Mianmian smiled, her cheeks formed two soft little hollows. They weren’t dimples, just indentations caused by the sheer pressure of her fat, but damn if they weren’t cute.
Two domineering CEOs and one marshmallow girl. A body fat percentage of ninety percent is just the beginning. This soft, fluffy powder keg is spreading at a rate of five soup dumplings per second.
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