Chapter 312: The Nation’s Good Daughter-in-law, Director Lu, Treat Our Empress Better
He saw someone lying on the big bed.
A person who couldn’t be called normal, for she was so overweight!
Until now, the fattest woman she had seen was Lu Huashan, weighing at four hundred jin.
But this one now, she estimated to be four hundred kilograms!
How fat was that exactly? The flesh on her body piled up in bulges, all spilling out, even the flesh on her face drooped down.
More Buddha-like than the Buddha himself.
Someone like her had lost the ability to move.
Being too fat, she could only lie in bed.
Xia Weibao could tell with just one glance that the woman was seriously ill.
Imagine someone weighing four hundred kilograms, what kind of concept was that?
It completely exceeded the norm by an unknown multiple, and that wasn’t all, likely all her vitals were through the roof, weren’t they?
She was puzzled, Lu Hualiang was so handsome it was practically a crime against nature; shouldn’t his genes be excellent?
Why were his mother and sister so overweight?
She recalled what Lu Huashan had once said, that their mother was given hormones by the mistress while she was pregnant.
Thinking of this, she couldn’t help but feel sympathy.
Looking at the appearance of Lu Hualiang and his sister, one could imagine what a stunning beauty their mother must have been in her youth, yet now she had been ruined by others.
She peered inside and saw dark circles under the eyes, a sign of severe insomnia.
The whites of her eyes were veined with blood, fierce and bloody. She displayed extremely violent behavior, no wonder the room had been smashed to pieces like a crematorium.
Her hair was sparse, her complexion jaundiced; she had serious endocrine imbalances.
Indeed, how could she be normal when she was so overweight?
Xia Weibao stepped in.
At the sight of her, Zhong Wanshu seemed to have spotted an enemy and crazily started throwing anything she could grab at her.
Pillows, quilts, everything was thrown to the ground.
Lu Hualiang had already walked to the bedside, his hand pressing down on the frenzied woman.
"Mom, calm down," he said.
However, the woman who had completely lost her reason wasn’t listening.
Xia Weibao’s figure flashed, and she was already at the bedside.
"Get out! All of you, get out!" Zhong Wanshu roared, swinging a slap toward Xia Weibao.
With a smack, Xia Weibao’s face immediately swelled, five clear red fingermarks apparent.
Lu Hualiang’s heart clenched abruptly as he hurried to her side.
"Why didn’t you dodge?"
Xia Weibao ignored him, instead chopping her hand like a knife onto Zhong Wanshu’s neck.
But the flesh was too thick, feeling like a punch into cotton, completely ineffective at rendering Zhong Wanshu unconscious.
With a twist of her wrist, a silver needle appeared in her hand and she stabbed it towards Zhong Wanshu’s neck.
Almost the entire silver needle had to be pushed in before hitting the pressure point.
The woman’s body softened, and she fainted.
"Bring the ice pack!"
Lu Hualiang yelled outside before looking at Xia Weibao’s face with concern.
Her skin was delicate; usually, a pinch would make it turn red, let alone being slapped.
And it had been delivered in a state of madness by his mother, with such force that the eye vessels had burst into bloodshot streaks.
Not only that, but her lip was also split, oozing a trace of blood.
"Why didn’t you dodge?"
Lu Hualiang was filled with agitation, both worried and guilt-ridden.
He shouldn’t have let her in.
Knowing full well that his mother did not recognize anyone during her fits, only seeking to vent, he shouldn’t have allowed her to come in.
"I couldn’t dodge," said Xia Weibao calmly. "Auntie needed to vent. If she didn’t get it out, her rage would have overwhelmed her heart, which could be very dangerous."