Chapter 210

Leng Wanqiu was utterly depressed during that time.

She binged on food, and already suffering from her illness, her body grew even more bloated and obese.

She had become a complete "fat pig."

When Leng Wanqiu saw her increasingly ugly reflection in the mirror, she sank even deeper into self-abandonment.

【Forget it. My life may end like this—fate was decided the moment I was born.】

【I'm just a dead fat pig. Let them mock me, let them sneer—I'll never be loved, not even by my parents, who only pretend to care. How could I not see the disappointment hidden deep in their eyes?】

【Eat, eat. The pressure on my heart keeps growing. Just let the illness explode and kill me outright.】

For the first twenty years of her life, Leng Wanqiu studied hard and worked tirelessly—only to protect her dignity and shield her fragile self.

But Chen Xi's humiliation shattered her completely.

The tiny note was crammed with insults and curses, all targeting Leng Wanqiu's most vulnerable points.

So tired.

Leng Wanqiu was truly exhausted.

The contradictions had piled up to a dangerously critical threshold.

【I envy those who are beautiful—they easily win people's affection. But no matter how hard I try to please others, even if I offer my face to be slapped, I'm still hated and ridiculed.】

The desire to die was the spiritual Leng Wanqiu trying to kill the physical Leng Wanqiu.

She had struggled for twenty years, yet the outcome never changed.

Leng Wanqiu wept every day. She wanted to binge-watch dramas, eat endless delicious food, read novels, read books… escape reality and live entirely within her mental world.

A person has two existences.

She no longer wanted to go on.

During this period, Leng Wanqiu felt she was merely waiting to die.

【They say life is beautiful, but why is heaven so unfair to me? Why condemn me to suffer from this illness and live in this filthy, ugly form?】

It was hard to let go.

But.

Once the thought of suicide arose.

Leng Wanqiu had lost her balance.

The reason she hadn't died yet.

Was because the physical Leng Wanqiu begged the spiritual Leng Wanqiu to live.

Humans are creatures of the physical world, yet not merely bound by matter—her spiritual self and her physical self were in fierce conflict.

What is the meaning of life?

One is spiritual existence; one is physical existence.

【If living is this painful, better to be freed sooner.】

Like a barrel full of explosives.

All it lacked now was a fuse.

It seemed heaven was also watching over her.

A boy named Song Mo appeared in Leng Wanqiu's line of sight—Song Mo had approached her voluntarily.

Leng Wanqiu could tell.

She was not flattered; instead, she was terrified.

How could someone voluntarily come near someone like her?

Could someone truly feel not contempt, but pity for someone like her?

Song Mo was gentle and deeply respected Leng Wanqiu's dignity.

He said he wanted to know her because he admired her business acumen—rarely had he seen such decisive and outstanding female entrepreneurs in the business world.

Song Mo said: "From your decisions, I can see you are an extremely courageous woman. You make choices with absolute decisiveness. I sense the confidence born from your deep knowledge and practical experience."

"I've been following you closely, but recently I haven't seen any updates. After asking friends, I chose to come find you myself."

"I think you may be facing some difficulties."

"I believe you'll overcome this. Honestly, I rarely admire others, and among the people around me, you are the only woman I truly admire."

Leng Wanqiu was stunned.

She never imagined someone would admire her—this filthy, worthless self.

She was overwhelmed.

At the same time, her nose tingled, her heart flooded with unbearable grief.

Past memories surfaced in her mind.

She was heartbroken and desperately wanted someone to confide in.

And Song Mo was the only one who respected her.

Summoning courage, Leng Wanqiu opened her heart and told Song Mo her entire life story—from childhood to now—the humiliations and bullying she endured, more than most women could ever imagine in a lifetime.

Song Mo stood beside her, comforting her.

Suddenly, he took her hand and patted her palm.

Leng Wanqiu startled, terrified, and tried to pull away.

Her hands were slick with greasy sweat.

They were filthy.

And Song Mo clearly loved cleanliness—he looked as immaculate as a gentleman stepped from a painting. He must find her repulsive, right?

But Song Mo showed no reaction whatsoever.

Instead, he gripped her hand tightly and said:

"Leng Wanqiu, if possible, I'd like to get to know you—no, I already do know you now."

"So, I'd like to be your friend."

"I'll help you think of a way together."

Friend?

Leng Wanqiu stared blankly at Song Mo, something stirring deep within her.

Something like a friend—did she even deserve to have one?

She felt she didn't deserve it.

But, as if possessed, she nodded.

After Song Mo left, Leng Wanqiu felt as if she had just woken from a dream, yet still seemed to be caught within one.

Everything that had happened today was so surreal, truly like a dream.

Just like… Cinderella meeting her prince.

Only Song Mo really was like the prince from a fairy tale—handsome, noble, elegant, upright…

But she did not possess Cinderella's beauty.

Leng Wanqiu sank into deep self-abasement.

Especially the moment she looked in the mirror and saw that face of hers—fat, big-eared, wrecked by binge eating and staying up late, hormones out of whack, covered in pimples.

She felt a suffocating pain!

Oh heavens!

She simply could not imagine how Song Mo had managed, after seeing that face, to still develop a fondness for her, to keep smiling the whole time, and to want to be her friend!

She fell into a spiral of deep inner turmoil.

But it did not last long.

Soon, Song Mo found her again.

And—

Song Mo took her in hand and helped her change herself.

"This is an internal bodily ailment. If Western medicine can't cure it, we can still try Chinese medicine—there are plenty of masters in Chinese medicine, there's bound to be a way."

"Also, you need to control your diet—keep it light. And drink more health tea, drink hot water. From now on I'll also be keeping you on track with exercise. We have to get your body back in shape."

"Once the inside is back in balance, your hormones will gradually normalize."

When everyone else was avoiding her like the plague, Song Mo seemed to treat her like a princess.

His care was meticulous, like a loyal knight at a princess's side.

(End of chapter)