"I want to lose weight!"

Chu Fang thought Zhong Tingyue was just joking, but when he woke up early in the morning, he happened to see his girlfriend coming in from outside. She was wearing casual clothes, with sweat on her forehead, and looked energetic and full of youthful vitality.

"Lazybones, you're only just getting up? I've already finished my run," Zhong Tingyue said upon seeing him.

"Really trying to lose weight?"

"Nonsense!" Zhong Tingyue replied while washing up, "I weighed myself yesterday and I gained five pounds over the Chinese New Year, a full five pounds, of course I need to lose weight."

Chu Fang leaned against the bathroom door and said, "You're really not fat. Don't believe those boring comments online about 'extreme thinness is beauty.' Those are just things people with questionable aesthetics say. You have a very standard figure, graceful and slender, with both plump and slender curves."

From his perspective, Zhong Tingyue had absolutely no need to lose weight. She was tall and slender, light as a swallow, with a well-proportioned figure and curves that resembled a masterpiece sculpted by nature. From any angle, she appeared healthy and vibrant.

Now I even have to lose weight.

"Hmph!" Zhong Tingyue snorted lightly, "You men are always so fickle."

"... ...Even if you've gained weight, Mr. Zhong, you're still the Yang Guifei type, so don't worry about your figure."

"I'm going to lose weight!"

“... ..."

Fine, I can't persuade you, do as you please.

After washing up, Zhong Tingyue went into the room and then came out with a piece of paper, handing it to Chu Fang: "This is a weight loss plan that I spent the whole night making. I have a plan, I am determined, I am persistent and have willpower. Don't discourage me."

Chu Fang took the note and looked at the weight loss plan.

The overall weight loss plan is divided into two parts. One part is exercise, mainly aerobic training, with running as the main activity and rope skipping, sit-ups, and yoga as supplementary activities. The other part is diet, which involves regular meals, controlling calories, a balanced diet, drinking plenty of hot water, and avoiding snacks.

Chu Fang glanced at it and rolled his eyes: "Don't joke around."

"You don't believe me?" Zhong Tingyue asked.

"Hmm..." Upon hearing this, Chu Fang stroked his chin and pondered for a moment, "It's not that I don't trust you, but I see no hope for your weight loss plan."

It's more like disbelief...

Chu Fang fiddled with the papers, making a rustling sound, and said, "You're already busy with work, and working overtime is a common occurrence. Where would you find so much time to exercise? Besides, the diet plan you've devised is too bland and doesn't suit your taste. I'm sure you won't be able to stick to it for a month."

Zhong Tingyue has a strong palate and enjoys both Central Plains and Sichuan cuisine. But now she's forcing herself to eat whole grains to avoid high-calorie foods and eat bland, almost tasteless food. That's practically killing her, or rather, it's better to just kill her outright.

"Chu Fang, you once said that you would always believe in me."

“... ..."

That's just empty talk, and you actually believe it?

"Okay, okay, I believe you, I believe your ancestors for eight generations."

Seeing her boyfriend's casual agreement, Zhong Tingyue said, "Let's make a bet."

"What are we betting on?"

“If you can stick to this for a month, I will win, and you…” At this point, Zhong Tingyue paused for a moment, “You will wear women’s clothing and let me take pictures of you.”

This is going to be a disaster! Is it really necessary to go this far? ... Chu Fang twitched the corner of his mouth, but instead of directly refusing, he asked with a smile, "What if you lose?"

He was quite curious about the gains from his victory.

"What do you want to do?" Zhong Tingyue asked.

"Sleep..." Chu Fang subconsciously blurted out "sleep with you," but upon meeting his girlfriend's gaze, he immediately dismissed the idea. "Wear black stockings and high heels, and dance for me."

"I only asked you to wear women's clothes, why are you making so many demands on me? That's not fair!"

Chu Fang's eyes revealed helplessness: "Is it possible that I'm a man?"

"make a deal!"

As the sound of clapping rang out, the two made a bet.

“Mr. Chu, I will definitely hold a perfect ‘social death’ funeral for him.” Zhong Tingyue hummed a little tune as she walked towards the bedroom.

Clearly, in her mind, victory belonged to her.

Chu Fang shook his head.

It wasn't because he felt he was going to lose, but because he genuinely disagreed with Zhong Tingyue's weight loss. Zhong Tingyue's height and weight were perfectly normal, scientifically accurate, healthy, natural, and radiant.

Furthermore, Zhong Tingyue has the kind of figure that's curvy yet slim, and even in today's "thin is beautiful" world, her figure is still fantastic—graceful, elegant, and stunningly beautiful...

But he couldn't persuade Zhong Tingyue, and he was too lazy to try. After all, Zhong Tingyue was already an adult with her own thoughts and opinions, and there was no point in saying anything more.

Based on his understanding of Zhong Tingyue, he was confident of winning the bet.

Zhong Tingyue made her own breakfast: a bag of oatmeal, an egg, and an apple—very simple.

In contrast, the breakfast in Chu was much more delicious. It was a thick congee with preserved egg and lean pork, with a variety of ingredients mixed together, emitting a rich aroma. Adding houttuynia cordata coated with chili oil made it a perfect match.

"Mmm..." Chu Fang ate the preserved egg and lean pork congee in small bites, grinning. "The preserved eggs were made by my mom herself, they taste like hers, salty and fragrant, a blend of rice, preserved egg, and pork aromas, all intertwined to create a unique flavor. The congee is soft and smooth, with the characteristics of savory congee, yet the addition of preserved eggs gives it a delicate fragrance, it's very satisfying to drink..."

Zhong Tingyue sat opposite her, drinking oatmeal, her eyes fixed on her boyfriend's blissful expression.

What he said made her itchy, and she wished she could have a bowl too.

No, Zhong Tingyue, calm down. You need to lose weight. Don't fall for this man's tricks.

Chu Fang said, "Why don't you have a bowl too? You'll need energy to lose weight if you're full. Consider this your last day of enjoyment!"

"don't want!"

Chu Fang scooped up a spoonful of porridge with shredded meat and preserved egg on it, placed it in front of her, and said as if tempting her, "It smells very good, have a taste."

"Pah!" Zhong Tingyue spat lightly. "It stinks!"

“... ..."

Zhong Tingyue finished her apple in a few bites, then went to the living room to search for videos, turning the volume up so it reached Chu Fang's ears: "Those who eat and drink excessively without end are destined for hell after death, suffering endless torment. As long as you maintain a good figure and control your eating, you can not only be beautiful for life, but also go to heaven after death and receive God's praise..."

Are you playing psychological warfare here? ... Chu Fang twitched the corner of his mouth and reminded her, "Ms. Zhong, we don't have God here."

Zhong Tingyue nodded, then switched to another video. The lines were the same as before, but hell was replaced with the underworld, and God was replaced with the Jade Emperor.

Chu Fang: 6