The Chubby Rich Daughter’s Counterattack

Summary of the The Chubby Rich Daughter’s Counterattack

Okay, so it started hilariously – Song Jiaren swallowed a mouthful of ice-cold water right before she passed out from sheer bad luck? She choked! Worst part ever. But then... BAM! Transmigration hit.

She woke up, solid fatigued and holding over three hundred pounds. And plastered somewhere on her body? A literal *palm-sized* black spot! This was a challenge. "Alright," she thought, looking down at the layers upon layers of swimming floats threatening to swallow her own reflection. Enough is enough. Time for serious change.

Resolve fueled, she started exercising like... well, like someone who just got hit with this cosmic punchline. First step? Literally lifting her leg wrong and collapsing onto the pavement! Talk about an auspicious start (pun intended). Determined not to let that defeat crush her spirit, Jiaren gritted her teeth.

She heard those stomach-growling sounds... usually a sign of hunger motivation. But wait – she hadn't eaten in three days?! And yet, she felt something was off... way off. A quick internal check revealed the horrifying truth: poison! Of course, how could that be? She's a descendant of a reputable Chinese medicine family.

With her hands now holding the power of acupuncture techniques (which somehow bypassed any luck-based resistance in this case), what tiny little poisoning could possibly scare her? Not a chance. The plan was simple: channel competence to detoxify and... maybe, just *maybe*, get back at those who wronged her?

Her initial weight loss attempt stalled comically when she accidentally rescued a sick relative – guess who that relative turned out to be? Exactly! Her stepsister's fiancé from the original timeline. Oh, how convenient!

And Jiaren didn't hold anything back then. Using her skills, she managed to simultaneously *face-palm* everyone involved and, in a stroke of ironic flair, help this uncle feel better enough for her to... well, just wait! She was going down.

Seeing Yan Cheng again? "Oh," Jiaren thought with a cheeky grin that probably held more attitude than it let on. "My good nephew, you must call me 'Auntie' now!" And maybe, in some twisted way, she could offer him her own little black spot as payment for saving his life – Auntie's got plenty!