Nie Zhao stared at his wife, who had changed her clothes, his eyes gentle, but his words on the phone were devoid of emotion: "Nie Yao's weight of 70 kilograms is too high. I don't care what methods you use, you must make him lose weight to 65 kilograms within three days."

At 183cm tall, his current weight is probably the lowest in history, at only 65kg.

He and Nie Yao not only share the same father, but also the same mother. Their brow bone structure and facial bone structure are very similar. However, because Nie Zhao has lived in Europe for many years, where the weather is cold and damp, and he probably doesn't like to sunbathe, his skin is on the pale side. Nie Yao, on the other hand, often sunbathes, so his skin is darker.

Furthermore, Nie Yao's eyebrows resembled those of his uncle, Mei Baoshan, being thick and rather coarse, while Nie Zhao's were thin and long, resembling two sword-like eyebrows. Coupled with their different temperaments, the two only shared about 70% similarity in appearance.

He asked the people detaining Nie Yao on the phone to help Nie Yao lose weight until he was the same weight as himself. Why?

After a moment's thought, Chen Rou understood the reason.

Yu Zhengrong invited Nie Zhao to the police station, but not just to present an award to the police dog.

How many death notices has Yanghe issued? How many of Xiang Tiange's men are still asleep?

Nie Zhao pressed on relentlessly, determined to avenge his elder brother who had died tragically and been crushed into mud.

As a high-ranking police chief with connections to both the legitimate and criminal worlds, Yu Zhengrong was also eager to settle things with a fight to the death.

Therefore, whenever Nie Zhao appears in public, he will try to mobilize all available resources to kill him.

Even if the first strike fails, he can still ascertain Nie Zhao's security strength and the combat capabilities of all his bodyguards, including her, before the next operation, which will facilitate his next action. Therefore, an unexpected event is bound to occur on Saturday.

In response to this, Nie Zhao's solution was to find himself a substitute who could also be a scapegoat.

Undoubtedly, Nie Yao was the perfect substitute and scapegoat.

Facial details can be modified with makeup. As for making Nie Yao a little stronger, it's simple: torture him for a few days, don't give him anything to eat, or at worst, let him watch "Black Sun 731" every day, and he'll lose weight.

From the perspective of the original owner, Nie Yao was actually quite pitiful.

Mei Lu has only one ending: she has to go insane whether she wants to or not, and then she'll have to go to a mental hospital.

Nie Yao is on his own. With him as a double, the chances of Nie Zhao being killed will be greatly reduced, but his chances of surviving in this chaotic battle will depend on whether Yu Zhengrong and Yu Sir are ruthless enough.

...

That said, the foreign bodyguards, Ram and Hank, joined an international security company directly after retiring from their jobs. They had received pre-job training and were indeed much more professional than Song Yuanchao.

At this moment, only Chen Rou and Nie Zhao were in the fitting room. Sam, with her red nose, was standing at the door. The clothing store manager had probably been waiting for a long time and came over to check on the situation. Even though she was still quite far away, Sam was already waving her arm to stop people.

When the boss is on the phone, the bodyguards are not allowed to let anyone get close or overhear the conversation.

Chen Rou took a moment to give Sam a thumbs up, and Sam gave her a thumbs-up in return.

There was a mirror in the fitting room. This was a size S dress, which was a bit small for Chen Rou in her previous life. Back then, she would have worn a size M. However, the original owner of this body was a ballet dancer and very thin, so the size S was still a little loose.

The cut and fabric of this garment are truly impeccable; they are neat, smooth, and comfortable to wear.

Nie Zhao hung up the phone, silently studied his wife for a moment, and then suddenly reached out his hand.

Chen Rou reacted mechanically, reaching out to block. After a pause, Nie Zhao brushed her hand away, removed the hair tie from her ponytail, and said softly, "It will look better this way."

Chen Rou looked back at herself in the mirror. Well, this old-fashioned, Hong Kong-style oversized suit did indeed suit her long, flowing hair better. But she tossed her hair and said, "But long hair will affect my vision, which is not good."

It's inconvenient to fight.

Nie Zhao stretched out his slender fingers and returned the hair tie to her, saying, "Then carry a hair tie with you."

He added, "It seems a little too wide. Let them take your measurements and adjust it for you."

In this respect, Chen Rou has to admit that she is a country bumpkin. She only learned today that ready-made clothes can be altered according to a person's body shape. Okay, time to go out and measure and alter the clothes.

After coming out of the fitting room, Nie Zhao sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, and several bodyguards changed positions, basically using their heads to block him from any possible headshots.

It was only then that Chen Rou realized that Nie Zhao was completely different from Song Yuanchao, who stood behind her and was as tall and straight as a small white poplar growing on the frontier, in terms of physique and temperament.

He had his hands in his pockets, crossed his legs, and his demeanor and posture were quite similar to Nie Yao's, exuding a natural disdain for his surroundings.

That was the feeling Chen Rou longed for; she also wanted to disregard everything before her.

But it all comes down to money. When she was changing her coat, she habitually glanced at the price tag and almost choked. The price tag for this suit alone was 8,999 yuan, and that was for the trousers too.

This was in the late 1980s; a set of clothes here would cost at least tens of thousands of yuan.

The man taking measurements was a short, elderly white man with a very large nose; he looked like a professional tailor.

The female manager of the clothing store had been waiting nearby. She seemed to be quite familiar with the Nie family. After taking Chen Rou's measurements, she smiled and said as she asked Chen Rou to sit down and put on her shoes, "Third Aunt, I heard that Madam Mei is ill and recuperating. What about the new styles she ordered..."

It seems this is a shop that Mei Lu frequents.

Nie Zhao stood up: "Song Zai, call Uncle Ming and ask why Madam Mei's affairs haven't been resolved yet?"

The manager who serves major clients is, of course, a shrewd person. Upon hearing that the head of the Nie family was unhappy, he bent down while opening the shoebox and said, "Mr. Nie, your family has already informed me by phone. It was my fault. I shouldn't have said anything to distract Third Madam."

Nie Zhao had already walked over as he spoke.

At that moment, Chen Rou was the only one sitting in the spacious hall of the clothing store.

There were more than twenty salespeople, men and women, selling shoes, accessories, and clothing. They were scattered around, each selling different styles of clothing. The poor working people probably all hoped that Chen Rou would spend more money.

Then, under everyone's watchful eyes, Nie Zhao first buttoned up two buttons on his suit jacket, then bent down, and then naturally knelt on one knee, taking the shoes from the manager with one hand and grabbing Chen Rou's foot with the other.

What's going on? Why is Nie Zhao kneeling down and trying to grab her feet?