MTL - Valkyrie Domination - Chapter 17 Rebuild meridians

Modern-day girl boss Vivian transmigrated into a modern romance novel as the male lead’s stepmother, the biological mother of the three antagonists… and the male lead’s father’s lover! She remembered that the fiancee of the male lead’s father almost died in a fire and had three sons, but all of them were killed because of the conflict against the male and female leads. Shivering from the creeps she felt, she decided to leave the male lead’s father.

It was the nineties and five years before the novel’s plots began. The male lead was not a big shot, and the female lead was not yet reincarnated. Also, as the villain, her eldest son was just fourteen and not fully corrupted… The two supporting villains were not born, and there was still hope. To shake off the outcome of death and to gain the ability to protect herself, Vivian packed her bags and fled in the night, using the advantage of her transmigration to accumulate wealth, recruiting and building a financial empire using the economic crisis.

When that was done, she did not forget her children’s education. Her eldest son was a mafia boss who is crazy and self-centered, her genius second daughter was anti-social, while her youngest son provoked problems everywhere… But she would straighten them out so that they became proper modern youths! Hence, her tempestuous eldest son with an inferiority complex became a networking specialist, her autistic and quiet second daughter became a pioneer in scientific research, and her provocateur youngest son became an international star!

While she was shedding tears and rejoicing over her children’s successes, that selfish and crazy man found her:

“Are they the children you had with me?”

Vivian snorted, “The sun is still up, and you’re dreaming up fantasies already?” Did he want to take her children from her? Dream on!

“Y-young master, the Lord is requesting your presence.”

I looked at myself in the mirror as a maid's voice, laced with trepidation, reached my ears.

“Tell him I'll be there shortly.”

“I understand, y-young master.”

I paid no mind to her quivering presence, my gaze fixed on my reflection.

And this is exactly why I despise this character, Yes, He is a villain with my name but does it matter, no, the problem is this guy's weight he is so heavy that this tub of lard is weighing me down, literally.

For someone who prides themselves on muscle, nothing's worse than “fat,” and this guy before me? Well, he's a prime example of that.

“I suppose I need a workout.”

Reaching the door, exhaustion gripped me and I found myself gasping for breath. It was unbelievable – this body was so darn heavy.

After an arduous struggle, I finally made my way out of the room, causing servants carrying a litter¹ to scurry over. They lowered it, creating a path for me to step onto it.

I tried to ignore the spectacle – it was this pampering that turned this fatty into a giant tire. Pushing the annoyance aside, I began to move, managing only about 10 steps before my legs gave out.

Damn it. Seriously? I collapsed, leaving the twenty servants to hastily lift me and place me onto the litter. For me, it felt more like a stretcher. There I was, sprawled on it like some mountain, panting heavily.

“You damn god! I hope the protagonist of your favorite novel gets NTRed!”

“We're here, young master.”

Can you believe it? his father's office is just thirty steps away from this pumpkin room, yet he insists on using a litter.

“Give me a hand.”

I ordered while cursing this hefty body under my breath.

“Oh, come, come, my dear child. How was your day?”

I glanced at the middle-aged man, his face exuding warmth and care.

As for my feelings? This old man right here is the reason this chubby exists. Not that I give a darn about my indulgent father.

“I'm alright, Dad.”

Yes, imagine this: as a noble, this old man spoiled this pumpkin so much that he thinks he can go around scolding the mansion's maids and servants.

“Take a seat. Hey, fetch his chair!”

You might wonder why he doesn't sit on a regular chair. Well, that's because the chair is custom-made to accommodate this hippo-sized frame.

“What's going on, Dad?”

Seriously, why would he summon this big old hippo over to his quarters? There's gotta be a reason for it....

“Your fiancee is coming tomorrow”

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