Accidentally Married to the Big Shot
Chapter 372: You Have a Girlfriend?

Chapter 372: Chapter 372: You Have a Girlfriend?

Xi Wanfen pulled out an anime figurine from her bag and said, "Being your girlfriend is out of the question, but if you can stick to it, every time you lose ten pounds, I’ll give you a figurine. There are seven figurines in this set, so once you’ve lost seventy pounds, you can complete the collection."

Qiu Shuai thought at the time: I can afford these figurines myself, why do I need Xi Wanfen to motivate me?

But then he reconsidered—if it’s gifted by her, the meaning would be entirely different.

So, gritting his teeth, he said, "Alright, I agree."

Then he quickly asked, "Can you give me one first?"

"No way," Xi Wanfen replied. "This one’s my favorite. I keep it in my bag all the time."

Qiu Shuai instantly thought, that makes it even more precious—she keeps it in her bag all the time, the figurine might even carry her scent.

He pleaded, "Just give me this one, okay? Maybe if you give it to me, it’ll motivate me even more!"

Xi Wanfen replied, "You’re already this grown-up, yet you act like a child throwing a tantrum."

So exasperating.

"Sister Xiao Fen, just give it to me..." He started whining even more persistently.

Xi Wanfen was left speechless, goosebumps rising as she accidentally let the figurine slip onto the table.

Qiu Shuai’s sharp reflexes kicked in, and he quickly snatched up the figurine.

"Hey, I didn’t agree to this."

Qiu Shuai swiftly tucked the figurine into his coat pocket. "It’s mine now."

"Give it back!"

"Not happening, try and take it from me if you dare, hahaha."

"You shameless fat rascal!" Xi Wanfen fumed.

Qiu Shuai remained cheeky. "Sister Xiao Fen, don’t get mad, alright? At worst, I’ll transfer you money to buy another one."

"I can’t be bothered with you." Xi Wanfen couldn’t do anything about him and simply focused on eating her noodle soup, slurping loudly out of frustration.

...

After parting ways with Xi Wanfen, Qiu Shuai hurried to look for Li Hengze.

"Brother Ze, where are you?"

"At the gym, just got here, my bag’s still not unpacked," Li Hengze replied, growing increasingly proactive lately.

"How many pounds have you lost now?"

"Twenty pounds. Why’re you asking? Don’t tell me you see how good I look after slimming down and you’re jealous, wishing to join in too?"

"You’re absolutely right. I’ve decided to start."

"You’ve come around?"

"Why can’t I?"

"Hurry then, I’ll show you my abs." Li Hengze teased.

Half an hour later, Qiu Shuai arrived at the gym where Li Hengze was.

Looking at Li Hengze’s still slightly chubby stomach, Qiu Shuai asked, "Where are the abs?"

"Touch them," Li Hengze insisted.

Qiu Shuai touched. "Nothing there."

"Did you feel any hard spots?"

"Abdominal stones?"

"Stones, my foot. The coach said I’ve actually developed abs, but there’s still a layer of fat covering the surface, so they’re not visible yet."

Although Qiu Shuai couldn’t feel Li Hengze’s abs, it was evident that Li Hengze had indeed slimmed down significantly. So he said, "Introduce me to a coach—a reliable one."

"Wait a sec, I’ll call one for you."

Li Hengze’s coach was thrilled—just like Li Hengze, Qiu Shuai wanted a private trainer: one-on-one sessions, flexible scheduling, and willing to pay top dollar.

From that day onwards, Qiu Shuai and Li Hengze became gym buddies.

Each day, Li Hengze would taunt Qiu Shuai: "I told you long ago to join me. You didn’t listen. Look at how great my physique is now—the muscles so firm, right?"

Sweating profusely, Qiu Shuai retorted irritably, "Brag less."

"Once you slim down, you can brag too."

But Qiu Shuai never intended to brag about slimming down. That wasn’t his style. His sole objective was to catch Xi Wanfen’s attention.

...

On the fifth day of the New Year, Su Meixi also returned to Yun City.

Two days later than the Xi Family parents.

Upon returning, she lay on the couch, munching on snacks and sighed, "The big villa in Feng City is really the most comfortable place to live."

Gu Wei chuckled, "Why not quit your job altogether and live in the villa in Feng City every day?"

"That won’t do either. Honestly, it’s not necessarily about living in a villa—I think I just love the feeling of vacation. Every time I stay in the villa, it’s during a break when I don’t have to worry about anything. I just adore the days where I don’t have to work."

"Then you could simply stop working altogether and lounge at home every day."

"No, it’s not the same," Su Meixi explained to him. "During New Year’s, everyone’s off work—everyone’s lazing around together—and the whole society is filled with joyous cheer. But on regular days, it’s different. When everyone else is working and I’m the only one lounging, I wouldn’t feel at ease. People have to work."

While unpacking, Gu Wei commented, "You’re so contradictory. When you’re lounging, you wish everyone else would lounge too. When you’re working, you wish everyone else would work as well."

"That’s the true equality, isn’t it?" Su Meixi responded.

Gu Wei chuckled, "You’d need to revert to primitive society for that."

"True. Humanity’s history has never been truly equal anyway. Ugh, better not to dwell on it too much."

After chatting idly for a while, Gu Wei said, "Shouldn’t we visit your parents to pay our respects for the New Year?"

"We spent the New Year together, didn’t we?"

"True, but that’s when they came to our place. It’s only polite for us to visit their home too. It’s called reciprocation."

"I’ll do whatever you say."

...

So, on the sixth day of the New Year, Su Meixi and Gu Wei visited the Xi Family once again.

Having visited frequently, Su Meixi felt awkward herself—especially now, as a pregnant woman. Once inside, she would promptly settle onto the sofa, while Li Shirui would bring out delicious treats to entertain her.

When it was time to leave, the hosts would pack her full of goodies.

No wonder people say daughters are like bandits—arriving with two bags, leaving with a car trunk stuffed to the brim. No, even the back seats were crammed with items.

Whether fresh village vegetables, cured meats from some relatives, locally-made specialties from coworkers, or Russian chocolates—it was a feast.

Su Meixi felt utterly heartened and warm inside.

...

At Qiu Shuai’s house.

Mrs. Qiu had been noticing something off about her son lately.

The guy who used to sit whenever he could avoid standing, and lie down whenever he could skip sitting, was now working out at the gym.

And he kept posting about it on social media every day.

With a mother’s instinct, she suspected her son had either fallen in love or started pursuing a girl he liked.

Mrs. Qiu was quite confident in her son. Despite his love for nightlife through bar ownership and lively antics, he wouldn’t mess around in relationships. Back in high school, he had a crush on a girl, but after failing to win her over after a while, he gave up.

Later, whenever Mrs. Qiu told him to find a girlfriend, he’d dismissively say he was too lazy—and girls were too much of a hassle. Even Mrs. Qiu worried he might never find a wife.

Of course, finding a wife wasn’t difficult. While they weren’t Yun City’s wealthiest family, they were still upper-middle class, with each child making something of themselves. But what Mrs. Qiu wanted was someone who’d genuinely love Qiu Shuai, not someone after his money—someone who’d appreciate him for who he was.

But with her son looking like a plump bear, who would appreciate "him" for himself?

Since they weren’t living together anymore, Mrs. Qiu had bought him his own place as soon as he turned eighteen. During college, when he started the bar business, he moved out completely.

Mrs. Qiu was desperate to know what kind of girl had captured her son’s attention.

So one day, Mrs. Qiu deliberately called Qiu Shuai to invite him home for dinner.

"Why come back for dinner?" Qiu Shuai asked, clearly reluctant.

"You can eat whatever you want."

"Then forget it—I’m dieting now, eating only salads mixed with chicken breast."

"Well, I can make salads with chicken breast for you. I guarantee it’ll taste better than the ones you buy."

"But wouldn’t that just lead to overeating? My trainer said that even diet food, if consumed excessively, can still make you gain weight."

Mrs. Qiu decided to be direct: "I’m not really asking you to come home for dinner. Just tell me—is there a girl you’ve started dating? Bring her home so I can meet her."