Synopsis
Chen Meimei stood at 180 centimeters with flesh distributed generously across her frame. When she moved, she swayed side to side, like a large squash rolling along. Fu Bainian turned heads wherever he appeared—tall, lean, with a face that stopped traffic. The world seemed to orbit around him. He was the kind of man who belonged on screens. When their families arranged a union, Fu Bainian's lip curled. 'A toad lusting after swan meat,' he thought bitterly. Marriage to her was unthinkable. Then came the whispers. "Look—President Fu's trailing after Chen Meimei again!" "Isn't President Fu basically slapping his own…
