TRT -Extra Story 2

During the May Day holiday, I went out to have fun, spent money like water, splurged without restraint, emptied the national treasury, ran a bright-red deficit… I even had my phone service suspended…

No money to pay for internet → can’t get online → can’t upload chapters → no updates → get despised…

So while the dorm’s Queen Bee went to the bathroom, I climbed onto her computer to update. Let’s upload as many chapters as we can before she comes back…

Right now I feel like some undercover agent sneaking behind enemy lines. My fingers are shaking…

Two… two chi?!
I dropped the soft deerskin measuring tape and collapsed on the floor!

Pinching the cellulite on my arms and thighs in disbelief… tears welling up as I mourned my once-slim 1.87-chi waist that would never return…

After checking the data in my notebook again and again, I had to accept a thunderbolt of truth—

I got fat!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes. How could I not get fat?

Ever since coming to Prince Luo’s residence, I abandoned my good habits from Cangchun House. It’s easy to go from frugal to luxurious…

Back at Cangchun House, I practiced dancing every day.
Here, I eat and sleep.

Back there, my meals were skimmed by the madam.
Here, shark fin, ginseng, abalone, candied dates, bird’s nest—stuffed into me nonstop. And every night before bed, I was forced to drink Aunt Xi’s “Ten-Tonic Super Soup.”

Back there, I was woken by Shou’er and slept whenever I wanted.
Here, I sleep at sunset and wake at noon, cultivating fat like a baby.

Back there, I was happy and metabolized normally.
Here, I’m exhausted dealing with a dozen wives and lechers—stressed, depressed, hormone imbalance, messed-up metabolism…

Yes. How could I not get fat?

Trembling, I recorded the bloody data in my observation diary and began the career that every woman over a certain age has tried—

Dieting!

Kitchen

Cook Song: Oh! Isn’t this Miss Xi? What wind blew you here?

Xi: Master Song, I’ve come to ask you for a favor~ Miss Minmin wrote a new menu. Please prepare meals according to this from now on.

Cook Song: Oh? Changed it? Let me see… changing tastes?

He unfolds the paper. On it are just four lines:

Breakfast: One bowl of soy milk, one apple
Lunch: One bowl of plain porridge, one plate of cold vegetables
Dinner: One bowl of milk

Note: If I’m caught sneaking food at night, use force.

Cook Song: …

Xi: …

Cook Song: Are you sure this is for feeding humans, not birds?

Xi: This is already generous. Miss Minmin warned me—if I dare make her tonic soup for midnight snacks again, she’ll die to prove it!

Cook Song: …

Bedroom

Minmin respectfully presents a small leather whip with both hands:

“Qingqing, starting tomorrow, if I’m not up after the rooster crows three times, whip me with this!”

Qingqing: With this?

Minmin: Yes! Don’t hesitate! Hit hard! As hard as you can! Beat me to death!

Qingqing sneers: That tiny whip won’t wake you. If you really want to wake up, use this!

She pulls out a spiked club.

Minmin breaks into cold sweat…

“Sis… let’s negotiate, okay?”

“No need.”

Qingqing smiles, drapes an arm over Minmin, weighs the club in her hand.

“Don’t worry. I’ll remember—don’t hesitate, hit hard, beat you to death!”

Minmin: Waaaaah! Qingqing, I was wrong! I’ll never try to matchmake you with Lian You again!

Courtyard

Minmin stands before a group of servants with sparkling eyes and declares:

“From today on, the Jinjiang Novel Discussion Alliance is officially dissolved!!!”

Wails, protests, sighs below…

“Instead, I propose a new organization—the Fitness & Diet Alliance!!!
A healthy organization! A progressive organization! A vibrant organization!

Courses include: Pilates, combat aerobics, body ballet, folk dance, endurance running, long-distance cross-country…

Qingqing, Xi, help me post the schedule!

Oh! Register before sunset today and get a surprise gift—Fat-Burning Yoga!”

The girls erupt in excitement, debating which class to join.

No matter ancient or modern, women are basically the same.

Study

Luo Cheng: Kitty hasn’t been eating well lately. You look so thin~ There’s no flesh when I kiss your cheeks~

Minmin: Nonsense. I’m fat. I’m dieting.

Luo Cheng: Ridiculous! Why diet? You’re cutest when you’re soft and chubby~

Minmin: …Where are you touching?!

Luo Cheng: Soft and chubby places~

Minmin spins and roundhouse-kicks him.

“I’ll diet even if I die!”

Prince Luo puts down his book, glances at her, walks over, and tugs her waist.

“So thick.”

Then he floats away.

Minmin, furious, roars to the sky:

“I’ll diet even if I die!!!!!!”

Pavilion by the Lake

Prince Luo and the wives sit drinking tea.

Minmin leads servants in a relay run around the residence.

“Miss Minmin, we can’t run anymore… we’re exhausted…”

“That’s good! Sweat is burning fat! Fat is flesh! Sweat means no flesh! No flesh means thin! So our goal is—

—Sweat to death!!!”

Everyone roars.

First Wife: What is this?

Maid: I heard it’s dieting.

“Show-off!” — Third, Sixth, Ninth, Eleventh Wives
“Disgraceful!” — Fourth, Eighth, Twelfth Wives
“Not eating is unhealthy…” — Fifth and Sixteenth Wives worry.

First Wife orders: “This is nonsense. Tell Minmin to stop.”

All wives nod.

Luo Cheng gazes at Minmin running in the sun, her fit figure in tight sportswear, and smiles.

“Actually… not bad~”

Minmin grabs the flag atop a fake mountain, celebrating.

Xi and Qingqing approach with towels and cold tea, followed silently by Guard Yang.

“Ah—!”

Minmin’s eyes light up. She jumps down and runs toward Yang with open arms.

“Guo’er, hug!”

Everyone in the pavilion spits out their tea.

Yang calmly lifts Minmin by the waist.

Minmin nervously: “Well? How is it?”

Yang: “Hmm… lighter by one jin, three liang, five qian.”

(What a precise scale…)

“Yay!!!”

Minmin hugs his neck happily.

From afar comes a roar:

“No more dieting!!!”

And thus, Minmin’s grand dieting campaign ended noisily…

Epilogue

Luo Cheng hugs Minmin resentfully.

“Why ask him? Why not me? I could be more accurate! Besides weight, I can tell you other measurements too. Like here, here, and here…”

Minmin: “Enough. I don’t want to hear it.”