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The Chubby Rich Daughter's Counterattack

She choked to death after drinking a mouthful of cold water. Was there anything more unlucky than this? Of course, there was! When she reopened her eyes, she found herself transmigrated into a three-hundred-pound fatty. Not only was she fat and round, but she also had a palm-sized black spot on her body. She looked down at the layers of swimming floats on her body and swore to exercise and lose weight. She had just lifted her leg when she collapsed to the ground. This time, she was prepared to go on a diet and lose weight. When she heard the earth-shattering rumbles from her stomach, she held herself back. She had not eaten for three days, but she realized that she had only lost one tael. She instantly broke down. Sensing that something was wrong, she checked and realized that she had been poisoned. As a descendant of a family that practiced traditional Chinese medicine, this was a small matter. With acupuncture techniques in her hands, why would she be afraid of a little poison? Before she could succeed in losing weight, the scumbag canceled their engagement and her stepsister came to provoke her. 'It's fine. Staying calm is more important. What? Does he dare to call me an ugly pig, a fat woman, a fatty? This is intolerable!' With her acupuncture skills, she was able to detoxify the poison and become beautiful. Using her competence, she managed to face-slap everyone and lose weight while torturing scum. After accidentally rescuing a chronically ill uncle, he turned out to be her scumbag ex-fiance's uncle. She smiled maliciously and said, "Uncle, you should give yourself to me in return for rescuing your life!" When she saw the scumbag again, she said warmly, "My good nephew, call me Auntie." Persona: Song Jiaren: Vengeful for the smallest grievance, naughty, and cheeky. Yan Cheng: Two-faced, strong, patient, and cunning.

hTuSbI · Urban
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160 Chs

My Compensation

Editor: Henyee Translations

When Song Jiaren saw the contents of the document, she wished she could rush to Wang Yaotian and give him a slap. She had guessed that he would play some tricks, but she didn't expect him to be so shameless.

Song Yoyo was actually his biological daughter. What adopted daughter? It was all a scam. A scam that had started ten years ago. No, perhaps even earlier. Perhaps Wang Yaotian had already started plotting the moment he and Song Meiyu got married.

He had actually emptied the entire Jinsheng Corporation in eight years. Jinsheng Corporation was founded by Song Meiyu single-handedly. If she knew that not only did her husband betray her, but he also emptied the entire company with outsiders, how big of a blow would she suffer?

Song Jiaren suddenly closed the document in her hand. She really didn't know if Song Meiyu could take it when she found out the truth. The husband she loved had been lying to her all along. The adopted daughter she raised as her daughter was her husband's illegitimate daughter and the company…

Yan Cheng gently took a cigarette and said, "Your family is really complicated. When I first found out about it, I was also shocked."

Song Jiaren wasn't in the mood to joke around with him. She could hear his sarcasm and snorted. "My family's situation is nothing compared to the Yan family's. You should be more concerned about yourself."

Yan Cheng laughed lightly. How many years had it been since someone dared to speak like this in front of him? His gaze towards Song Jiaren slowly turned cold.

Song Jiaren wrote a prescription on the back of the document and stood up. "This is compensation."

When she reached the door, she turned around and said, "Master Cheng, you're not in good health. It's better if you don't smoke."

Yan Cheng only laughed lightly after she left. His clear voice sounded in the room. There was obvious joy on his face and the cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth never lit up. It had been a long time since he had smoked, but he couldn't change his habit of smoking for many years, so he always held one in his mouth.

Just now, that girl was hinting for him to mind his own business. It was the first time he wanted to help her out of the kindness of his heart, but he was rejected by her. This feeling was quite novel.

"Song… Jia… ren, who exactly are you…"

He muttered alone.

If Song Jiaren heard this, she would probably break out in cold sweat. This man had only seen her three times, but he was the first person to suspect her. Even Song Meiyu didn't know her identity.

Song Jiaren left Longchi Hotel and ran all the way home. At this moment, Song Meiyu was arguing with Wang Yaotian at home.

When Song Jiaren returned home, she heard Song Meiyu's voice.

"Wang Yaotian, what are you thinking? Song Yoyo wants to kill your biological daughter and you're pleading for her. Isn't Jiaren pitiful?"

Hearing this, Song Jiaren knew what was going on and quietly walked in.

Wang Yaotian didn't look glad either. He said, "Do you believe what Song Jiaren said? Don't you know what kind of person Yoyo is? She can't even bear to kill an ant, so how could she want to kill someone? Besides, Song Jiaren is alive and well. Nothing happened to her, right? Why are you so persistent?"

"School is about to reopen soon. If news of this spreads to the school, Yoyo's reputation will be ruined."

Listening to his words, Song Meiyu felt that this man was becoming more and more unfamiliar. She suddenly realized that this husband of hers seemed to have changed. The strange scenes from the past surfaced in her mind. She asked, "Song Jiaren? This is how you address your daughter. You're not even as close to her as you are to an adopted daughter. What are you thinking? If something really happened to her, would your heart ache? You're worried about Yoyo's reputation instead. Jiaren almost lost her life. How can you speak so casually?"

"Wang Yaotian, if you talk to me about this again, get out with Song Yoyo." Song Meiyu gave him an ultimatum.

Wang Yaotian's expression darkened. He grabbed his coat and stormed out.

Coincidentally, he bumped into Song Jiaren at the door. He snorted coldly and walked past her.