On the other side, from that day onward, Su Qiao got up at dawn every day.
She paid no attention to the strange looks around her. Every day, she wore baggy tracksuits and went running along the nearby Forest Park, while spending her afternoons in her room training her body.
First, to lose weight; second, to improve her cardiopulmonary function; and third, to increase her body's flexibility.
At the same time, she also kept a tight rein on her appetite.
If she wanted to lose weight successfully, controlling her diet was the key.
Although the process was somewhat painful, Su Qiao's figure had visibly changed after a month.
At the very least, the rolls of fat around her stomach no longer jiggled with every step she took.
The flesh on her body had tightened, and her overall appearance had improved as well. She looked as though she had shot up overnight. Not only had she slimmed down considerably, transforming from a 198-pound fat woman into a plump 150-pound girl, but she had also become a stunning beauty with a hot figure.
She herself was quite satisfied with this, but one person was extremely dissatisfied.
That person was Su Xinran.
Watching Su Qiao "neglect her proper business" every day, she felt both anxious and jealous.
For one thing, Su Qiao only knew how to lose weight every day, and there had been no progress with the Signal Transmitter. For another, Su Qiao was simply too eye-catching after losing weight.
Although she still looked somewhat plump, she was 172 centimeters tall, with well-proportioned muscles and generous curves. A little extra weight was nothing.
Many men actually preferred women with fuller figures.
What was more, although Su Qiao was fat, her features were exceptionally delicate and striking, and her skin was unusually fair