I have Been Reincarnated! - 155 – Poor Thing

Every single world,

Lu Man is confronting the entire love hard mode—

Problem students and elite professors.

Poor ugly duckling and sickly president.

Third-rate actress and mid-twenties rich young man

Gender: Female, Attribute: slag, Lu Man [Fearless.jpg]:

Do not provoke to wipe clean after eating is regarded as my loss.

*wipe clean after eating – not taking responsibility

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An accident happened on the eve of the prize redemption day, and when Su Li opened her eyes again, she realized she’d become a hunter’s wife.

Not only was everyone in the family lazy, but they also caused much trouble.

To live a better life by being away from the family, she agreed to many of her mother-in-law’s unreasonable demands.

Due to such unreasonable demands, her life wasn’t easy after the separation. They were nearly running out of rice!

Her husband even spent most of the month on the mountain.

The only thing Su Li was thankful for was that she had a pair of adorable twins.

To raise them well and give them a fair chance at life, Su Li decided to change their living environment. She strived to make a fortune.

In order to keep their mother around, the two children worked very hard. At some point in the future, one of them became a top scholar, while the other became a mighty general.

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“Y-young master, the Lord is requesting your presence.”

I looked at myself in the mirror as a maid's voice, laced with trepidation, reached my ears.

“Tell him I'll be there shortly.”

“I understand, y-young master.”

I paid no mind to her quivering presence, my gaze fixed on my reflection.

And this is exactly why I despise this character, Yes, He is a villain with my name but does it matter, no, the problem is this guy's weight he is so heavy that this tub of lard is weighing me down, literally.

For someone who prides themselves on muscle, nothing's worse than “fat,” and this guy before me? Well, he's a prime example of that.

“I suppose I need a workout.”

Reaching the door, exhaustion gripped me and I found myself gasping for breath. It was unbelievable – this body was so darn heavy.

After an arduous struggle, I finally made my way out of the room, causing servants carrying a litter¹ to scurry over. They lowered it, creating a path for me to step onto it.

I tried to ignore the spectacle – it was this pampering that turned this fatty into a giant tire. Pushing the annoyance aside, I began to move, managing only about 10 steps before my legs gave out.

Damn it. Seriously? I collapsed, leaving the twenty servants to hastily lift me and place me onto the litter. For me, it felt more like a stretcher. There I was, sprawled on it like some mountain, panting heavily.

“You damn god! I hope the protagonist of your favorite novel gets NTRed!”

“We're here, young master.”

Can you believe it? his father's office is just thirty steps away from this pumpkin room, yet he insists on using a litter.

“Give me a hand.”

I ordered while cursing this hefty body under my breath.

“Oh, come, come, my dear child. How was your day?”

I glanced at the middle-aged man, his face exuding warmth and care.

As for my feelings? This old man right here is the reason this chubby exists. Not that I give a darn about my indulgent father.

“I'm alright, Dad.”

Yes, imagine this: as a noble, this old man spoiled this pumpkin so much that he thinks he can go around scolding the mansion's maids and servants.

“Take a seat. Hey, fetch his chair!”

You might wonder why he doesn't sit on a regular chair. Well, that's because the chair is custom-made to accommodate this hippo-sized frame.

“What's going on, Dad?”

Seriously, why would he summon this big old hippo over to his quarters? There's gotta be a reason for it....

“Your fiancee is coming tomorrow”

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