On the double bed.
Song Xinya was enveloped by the man's tall, robust frame, her fair, tender legs gripped tightly by his scorching palms.
Their heartbeats resonated, their breaths intertwined.
Her delicate body trembled because of him.
"I'm going to kiss you."
The man leaned down over Song Xinya, his moving breath as he spoke stirring the hair by her ear, his fervent respiration washing over the tip of her nose.
Their soft, warm lips met, heart-stirring.
Song Xinya's eyelashes fluttered violently, she closed her eyes, her soft, pale arms wrapping around the man's neck.
The floor was a mess.
A black suit jacket lay atop a pink lace bra.
A torn dress, high heels rolled by the floor-to-ceiling window, a white shirt printed with red lipstick marks.
"Your first time?"
Qin Yuhe sensed Song Xinya's tension and suddenly paused.
His low, desire-soaked voice gently soothed her, "Tell me if you're uncomfortable."
His breath was against her ear, warm and tingling.
Overcome with passion, Song Xinya opened her mouth and bit the man's Adam's apple.
Her luscious lips uttered two words: "Use a condom."
Qin Yuhe's large hand, veins prominent, reached toward the nightstand and pulled out a box.
"Okay."
He was gentle, yet fierce.
The air was filled with the unique scent of sweat and hormones mingled together.
A night of intimacy.
………
When Song Xinya woke again, it was already 8 PM the next day.
She was exhausted, having lost count of how many times the man had taken her.
She had personally experienced what it meant to die and come back to life, over and over.
Song Xinya's waist ached.
Her mind felt swollen, a sensation of being intoxicated and lost in dreams, unsure of what day it was.
Pushing back the covers, as Song Xinya prepared to get out of bed, she suddenly felt a weight on her waist.
Looking down, a man's arm lay across her waist, muscles corded, skin cold and white as jade.
The scorching scenes from last night flooded her mind.
Frame by frame, scene by scene, all were fiery, intense, and indescribable.
Her heart softened, her cheeks burned.
Last night, Song Xinya had been gotten drunk by Zhang Yingying, her stepsister from different parents, and shoved into a room.
Thus, she encountered the equally intoxicated man.
All night, the curtains were drawn, the lights off, as if her eyes were blindfolded—she never saw what the man looked like.
Simultaneously, the darkness amplified her senses of touch, taste, and smell infinitely, making her unbearably sensitive.
He had given her a very good first experience.
The man was a gentleman, not only concerned with himself, taking care of her feelings throughout.
Even after his own satisfaction, he didn't just roll over and sleep, but held her tenderly for a long time.
He wiped her sweat, used a damp towel to clean every part of her body.
Exemplary bedroom etiquette.
This made Song Xinya feel respected; his gentleness and consideration offset her unease and self-doubt.
Frankly, encountering such a compatible man on her first time, Song Xinya really wanted to know what he looked like.
She turned to look beside her.
And suddenly paused again.
At this time, she was 170 cm tall and weighed 180 jin (approx. 90 kg).
The socialite circle led by her stepsister Zhang Yingying all mocked her for being fat, gave her nicknames, called her Miss Piggy.
With the lights off, all women are the same; with the lights on, the difference is stark.
She even worried that when the man woke and saw her, he would curse her for a toad having tasted swan meat.
It was just an accident anyway, no need to cling to it.
Song Xinya decided to pull up her panties (figuratively) and leave.
She lifted the man's arm pressing across her waist with both hands and gently moved it aside.
The moment her soles touched the floor, her legs felt weak as noodles, and she almost stumbled.
Song Xinya sat on the edge of the bed for a good while before her legs regained some strength.
She looked at the messy floor; her originally fine dress had been torn into several rags.
Her panties hadn't been spared either, torn in half.
Song Xinya picked up the man's white shirt and put it on, slipped on his suit jacket, then pulled on his suit pants.
She took his entire set of clothes.
Reaching the door, Song Xinya glanced back at the man on the bed.
He was facing away from her, the arm that had held her while sleeping resting outside the covers.
The man's back was exposed to the air, broad shoulders and solid frame, the lines narrowing all the way down, his lean waist disappearing under the covers.
Thinking of how she had enjoyed such excellent service from the man, Song Xinya wanted to leave him something.
She rummaged through the bag she carried.
In this era of mobile payments, she didn't have the habit of carrying cash.
She only found one coin.
It was from changing money for a claw machine game.
Song Xinya placed the coin on the table, a round, silvery-white disc, strikingly conspicuous on the vermilion tabletop.
The coin lay face up, below the national emblem pattern was printed the issue year: 2000.
Song Xinya opened the door and walked out.
Now wearing an ill-fitting men's suit, she didn't take the elevator, choosing instead the unmanned stairwell.
As she started descending, the sound of high heels clicking on the floor came from above.
Followed by a familiar woman's voice: "Mom, don't worry, that Miss Piggy won't get away."
Zhang Yingying walked to the elevator, phone pressed to her ear, talking to her mother Li Cuirou.
"Mom, last night I personally shoved Song Xinya into President Zhao's room. President Zhao is 180 jin, Song Xinya is also 180 jin. Those two Miss Piggies are a perfect match."
"Besides being fat, President Zhao is also bald, has bad breath, and a beer belly. When Song Xinya wakes up and finds herself defiled by such a man, she'll be so heartbroken she'll want to jump off a building."
The reality was the opposite of what Zhang Yingying imagined. Song Xinya not only didn't feel defiled, but felt she had scored.
Having personally experienced it, she clearly knew the man she spent the night with had a body better than a model's.
That man had an eight-pack; she had touched it.
That man's chest muscles were very firm; she had touched those too.
Zhang Yingying: "If Song Xinya disappears from this world, the Song family's wealth will all be ours."
Ding—, the elevator door opened, Zhang Yingying stepped in.
Looking at her reflection in the elevator wall, she said with full superiority: "I'm ten thousand times prettier than that fatso Song Xinya."
"A big fatty like Song Xinya only deserves to be with a bald, bad-breath, beer-bellied man."
"Song Xinya will never know that the reason she's so fat is because we replaced her vitamins with hormones."
The elevator doors closed, cutting off Zhang Yingying's "hahaha" laughter.
Song Xinya had a normal weight as a child, with slender limbs and a slim figure.
Ever since Li Cuirou brought Zhang Yingying into the Song household, she had started gaining weight incessantly.
Now, Song Xinya finally knew the reason.
Everyone wants to pinch a soft persimmon; no one dares to grasp a cactus.
It's everyone's first time being human; why should she have to sacrifice herself to make others happy?
If a dog bites her, she won't just bite back, she'll bite twice.
Song Xinya returned to her place and threw that bottle of fake vitamins into the trash.
She was going to lose weight!
She was going to get thin!
She was going to become beautiful!
She was going to repay everything that mother-daughter pair had inflicted on her, with interest!
There's no shortcut to weight loss: first, control your mouth; second, move your legs.
Many people know it, few people do it.
But Song Xinya did it.
She, who loved hot pot, fried chicken, barbecue, and potato chips so much, for a full year, three hundred and sixty-five days, didn't touch them once.
When hungry, drink water. When craving, slap your mouth.
Stay hungry, remain hungry, be hungry every day.
Woken by hunger in the middle of the night, hugging the quilt and sobbing, yet stubbornly resisting taking a single bite.
And every day, aerobic exercise, strength training, body sculpting.
Morning runs, fasted incline walking, swimming, cycling, squats, rowing, push-ups, planks, Pilates extensions.
One month later, Song Xinya stood on the scale: 155 pounds.
Two months later, Song Xinya stood on the scale: 143 pounds.
Three months later, Song Xinya stood on the scale: 133 pounds.
Four months later, Song Xinya stood on the scale: 125 pounds.
The closer you get to the end, the harder it is to lose.
No matter, keep going, gogogo!
She would use absolute effort to achieve an overwhelming victory!
She would make all admiring gazes and words of praise gather upon her!
She would tell the whole world she could win!
Six months later, Song Xinya stood on the scale: 114 pounds.
Nine months later, Song Xinya stood on the scale: 105 pounds.
Twelve months later, Song Xinya stood on the scale: 100 pounds!
Every overweight person is a potential winner.
This phrase fit Song Xinya perfectly.
After losing weight, her eyes seemed larger, her nose more defined, her double chin vanished, her jawline sharpened, walking felt light and effortless, and she could wear any clothes she liked.
Weight loss is the best cosmetic procedure!
All along, Song Xinya had loved the color red.
Red symbolizes passion, radiance, and boldness.
Before, she never dared to walk down the street in a full red dress, afraid of seeing mocking looks from passersby, afraid of being called an ugly duckling trying too hard.
She only dared to secretly wear a red dress in her room when no one was around.
Now, she walked down the street in a crimson dress, with a slender waist, curvy hips, long alluring legs, fair skin and beautiful features, her every movement exuding confidence.
Passersby who saw her were filled with awe in their eyes, frequently turning back for another look.
During this year of weight loss, Song Xinya had not yet met Li Cuirou and her daughter Zhang Yingying.
One day, Song Xinya received a call from Li Cuirou, the voice on the phone sounding so gentle and kind.
"Xinxin, dear, it's your mother. There's a business partner I think is quite suitable, fifty years old, only twenty-five years older than you, divorced with two kids, needs a stepmother. Go on a blind date with him. If he takes a liking to you, you could marry into wealth and become a rich lady."
"Xinxin, dear, you're not young anymore. Stop daydreaming about being noticed by some tall, rich, and handsome man. It's time to face reality. With your conditions—180-pound weight, barrel waist, elephant legs, shaped like a landmine—being considered by a divorced older man with two kids is a blessing earned from your past two lifetimes."
"Xinxin, dear, this partner is very important to me. If you can marry him, it'll bring me a lot of business. Remember to really try to please him during the date."
"The meeting is at Xundao Café, table number 9."
Song Xinya understood perfectly. This wasn't a blind date; it was about selling her off to the business partner as a stepmother.
Since this partner was so important to Li Cuirou and her daughter, don't worry, she would definitely ruin their business deal.
She got up and headed to Xundao Café.
.......
A black Rolls-Royce stopped in front of Xundao Café.
The driver and assistant in the front looked back. In the rear seat, the distinguished man had his eyes closed.
The man had dark hair and well-defined eyebrows, cold fair skin, a tall nose bridge like a mountain ridge, naturally crimson and finely-shaped lips, supremely handsome, so good-looking it was dazzling.
Qin Yuhe dreamed again of that sensual, humid night.
Snow-white thighs, suggestive gasps, hurried breathing, the broken sobs escaping her red lips, he and she lost in intense pleasure.
Again and again.
That night was an accident, yet it gave Qin Yuhe an unprecedented experience.
It was his first time.
In matters of sex, Qin Yuhe was quite conservative; if he had relations with a woman, he would take responsibility for her.
That night, no matter what he did, she was very cooperative.
They were entangled the whole night, utterly crazy, perfectly in sync.
He originally planned to talk properly with her about marriage the next day, but when he woke up, he found she had run away.
On the vermilion table, he saw the one yuan she had left behind.
One yuan?
One yuan!
Was she mocking his poor technique?
For a man, this was an insult.
Did only he think they were compatible?
He wanted to find her, to ask her face to face.
But he couldn't find her.
Because the hotel's surveillance footage from that day had been tampered with by Li Cuirou and Zhang Yingying.
Qin Yuhe had searched for that woman for an entire year, but never found her.
A sigh escaped his pale-pink lips, his long, straight eyelashes casting a delicate shadow as he opened his eyes.
The assistant, perceptive, got out of the car, walked around to the rear, bent down and opened the door, placing a hand on the roof. Qin Yuhe stepped out.
He came to Xundao Café today for a blind date.
Shortly after Qin Yuhe entered the café, a flash of red passed in front of the Rolls-Royce.
The woman's red dress was like fire, her skin white as snow, her thick, long curls gleaming with a gorgeous sheen, her charming face stunningly beautiful, effortlessly outshining all others.
Song Xinya walked into the café, going on her blind date.
