He Weishao looked miserable, lowered his head and remained silent. He also wanted to lose weight, but the fat wouldn't listen to him. What could he do?

"Didn't you take my diet pills?" Ye Qingqing found it strange.

Her diet pills should have been effective, so why didn't they work for He Weishao?

He Weishao's face fell even more. Lu Mo said, "Weishao can't eat it, he's allergic."

Ye Qingqing looked at He Weishao with sympathy. What bad luck! How could he have an allergic reaction?

Although the weight loss pills she formulated could cause allergies in some people, only one in ten thousand would be allergic. The allergy symptom was diarrhea, the kind that could make you feel weak and exhausted. So Lu Mo revised the instructions, telling customers to observe for three days before taking the pills. If the diarrhea got worse, they had to stop taking the pills.

The chances of having an allergic reaction are very small, but He Weishao just happened to catch it. Moreover, he had severe diarrhea, which lasted from morning to night. Therefore, he couldn't take any medicine and could only lose weight through exercise. However, this guy only liked indoor exercise and refused to go out for running.

However, indoor exercise shouldn't be done every day. After all, I'm over forty now, and I need to take care of my kidneys so I don't ruin them all at once.

"Qingqing, do you have any weight loss pills that won't cause allergies?" He Weishao asked hopefully.

His main purpose for this trip was to seek medicine. Being overweight makes everything inconvenient; he gets out of breath after just a few steps. If an accident were to happen, he wouldn't even be able to run. Losing weight is indeed imperative.

"No, not a single ingredient in my weight loss pills can be omitted. If any is missing, the effect will be worse. You should try to lose weight through exercise. Jog for an hour every day, eat less at night, and don't eat late-night snacks. You'll lose weight in less than six months," Ye Qingqing suggested.

He Weishao's face fell even more. If he could run, he wouldn't need to take medicine. He only thought of taking diet pills because he didn't want to exercise. Alas, it seems like fate is against him!

Meng Shanshan rolled her eyes and said reproachfully, "We'll start running tonight. Run for half an hour first. Junhua, you and your brothers will supervise Dad. For every pound Dad loses, Mom will reward you with a thousand yuan. Two pounds is two thousand yuan, and so on."

"Don't worry, Mom, we will definitely complete the mission."

He Junhua and her two siblings made their promises in unison, their eyes gleaming with cunning as they looked at He Weishao as if he were gold. Their father's fat was their pocket money!

He Weishao let out a wail... He's going to die. His least favorite sport is running. His three siblings love money more than anything, they're practically obsessed with it. If there's a reward of a thousand yuan, he definitely won't be able to escape the torment of these three debt collectors.

Oh my god!

Ye Qingqing chimed in, "If your dads lose five pounds, I'll give you a reward too! A big red envelope for each of you, starting at a thousand yuan."

"Aunt Qing, is it really one for each of us?" The three children's eyes sparkled, and they were all silently calculating in their minds how much money they could earn.

My dad is 175cm tall and his ideal weight is 120kg. Now he weighs 160kg, so 40kg of fat is worth 40,000 yuan. With Aunt Qing's bonus, each of them can get at least 15,000 yuan, and probably more. Aunt Qing has always been very generous.

Oh yeah, long live fat!

An'an and Jingjing were extremely envious. They also wanted to earn extra money, but their father was thin and didn't need to lose weight, so there was no business opportunity. However, this didn't stump the siblings. Jingjing reached out and pinched Ye Qingqing's waist. As if she had discovered a new continent, she exclaimed with delight, "Mom, you need to lose weight! An'an and I will supervise you. It'll only cost 1,000 yuan per pound!"

“Yes, we’ll supervise Mom’s weight loss together.” An’an nodded vigorously; she had found a way to make money.