Mao'er glared at him, snorted coldly, and turned to head into the house.
Chu Zhenghao was truly worried sick this time.
Mao'er used to be 164 centimeters tall and weigh a little over 120 pounds, which had been just right. Her round, chubby face had looked adorable, but now she was practically down to an oval face and still wanted to lose weight.
If she lost any more, he was afraid a gust of wind could blow her away.
It seemed he had to hurry and find Su Qiao.
In the entire family, Su Qiao was probably the only person Mao'er would believe and listen to.
Once he had made up his mind, he hurried after her. "Everything I said was the absolute truth. Would you really rather believe those outsiders than your own husband?"
"But..." Mao'er looked at her handsome husband, whose eyes were filled with hurt, and felt a little softhearted, as well as somewhat hesitant.
Chu Zhenghao solemnly took both her small hands. "There are no buts. Those women outside who look like bamboo poles are terrifying. Someone like you is the best."
Mao'er did not particularly like those women so thin that their ribs showed, either. She had become so determined to lose weight only because others had mocked her before.
After hesitating for a moment, she decided to stop dieting for the time being and stay at her current weight of 110 pounds.
"Then... then we can't have another child. If I give birth again, I'll really become a sow."
Seeing that there was hope, Chu Zhenghao secretly let out a sigh of relief.
"Didn't we have a daughter last time? But my younger brother's wife likes sons more. How about we work hard one more time?"
Mao'er shook her head.
She truly did not