Gong Jiaming was having a blast; he knew that following Gong Ruini meant living a life filled with all kinds of comfort.

Throughout the trip, they enjoyed delicious meals, fun activities, and cozy accommodations, truly comfortable.

"It’s a different experience from traveling with Mom and Dad," said Gong Jiaming. He had traveled with Gong Zhuang and his wife before, but the treatment was completely different, truly incomparable.

Gong Jiaxin looked at Gong Jiaming, who had already gained some weight from indulging himself during the trip, and rudely poked his face, "Just look at your face."

"What are you going to do like this?"

Gong Jiaming struggled to escape from Gong Jiaxin’s grip, "I’m not that bad."

"Anyway, there are many overweight people abroad," Gong Jiaming retorted, "Once I’m over there, I’ll be considered slim."

The comparison was decent, showing promise, "Don’t you know that in foreign countries, the wealthy are often slim, while the overweight are often poor?"

Ah, that’s not right, aren’t poor people supposed to be slim? Gong Jiaming wore a defiant look, thinking, don’t underestimate me.

Isn’t "affluent" meant to describe overweight people?

No choice but to accept it, "You can ask Brother Guangran afterward."

Ask Guangran, huh? Gong Jiaming thought for a moment, "Of course, I trust you." Zhao Guangran’s words are sometimes quite unreliable.

Compared to others, Gong Ruini sometimes just sides with the parents, never deceiving him, so there’s some credibility there.

Gong Jiaming glanced helplessly at Gong Ruzhi, clearly, that boy ate no less than him, yet inexplicably remained slim.

Gong Jiaming truly couldn’t understand why it turned out this way.

Gong Ruzhi shrugged, "I just can’t gain weight. Look at my parents, my brother, and sister; none of them are overweight."

Gong Ruzhi’s arrogant words made Gong Jiaming want to punch him, as he couldn’t refute it—except for his sister, nobody in the family wasn’t overweight.

No point asking Gong Ruzhi, better ask his sister.

In response to her brother’s answer, Gong Jiaxin remarked, "Knowing you’re not slim is better than being cluelessly unaware."

"Starting today, eat less, and exercise more each day."

Geez, he was thinking about whether to lose weight just to eat more, and here his sister was telling him to eat less.

She didn’t consider that if he could control his mouth, would he be struggling this much?

Looking at his brother’s pitiful expression, Gong Jiaxin turned her head away. Wanting to be slim without dieting or exercising? There’s definitely a problem if he manages to lose weight.

Oh no, she actually ignored him; Gong Jiaming felt quite dissatisfied.

Gong Ruini walked past him from behind, "Watch your diet and get moving."

"I do exercise," he insisted. Every day he woke up for morning workouts, and on days when he didn’t go out, life would be difficult.

"You don’t exercise enough, try some yoga." Gong Ruini thought it was good advice; a lot of people in the family did yoga with her in the garden, especially on good weather days, where they enjoyed tea, chatted, and exercised.

Yoga reminded Gong Jiaming of when they attempted the splits before, making him shiver involuntarily.

He glanced down at his belly and legs, so much flesh that attempting such complex movements worried him; he feared splitting his pants or being stuck unable to rise.

Gong Ruini gave his belly a pat; yes, it felt great, finally understanding why Yingmu liked Old Anxi’s belly: it really felt fantastic.

"Hey, what are you doing?" He knew he was overweight, aware of the fat on his belly, no need to pop out now and remind him.

"America wouldn’t be bad, but standing next to Guangran, you’d have no chance." People tend to be realistic, and Gong Ruini truly doubted Gong Jiaming could outshine Zhao Guangran.

Not even a chance, this boy wanted to rely on Zhao Guangran, not considering he’d be entirely overshadowed by him.

Is it that bad? Defeating Zhao Guangren is impossible, but must he lose so miserably?

Don’t believe it? Having a sense of comparison beats having none, "Are you as wealthy as him?"

Gong Jiaming shook his head, even if he had money, it’s his parent’s money, but could his parents’ wealth compare with Uncle Zhao’s? Absolutely not.

"Are your grades as good as Guangran’s? Is your brain as smart?"

Lowering his head, not daring to meet Gong Ruini’s gaze, Gong Jiaming knew he was smart, achieving good grades, but compared to Zhao Guangran, he fell far behind.

As for being smarter, that’s not comparable; his scattered ideas showed Gong Jiaming couldn’t compete.

"Can you charm people?" Over the past year, Zhao Guangran had mellowed, but his innate charm was undeniable. Even without intentionally pleasing people, his cool demeanor drew the attention of many young girls.

Charm people? "Of course, I can," Gong Jiaming protested.

"Then have you managed to charm a girlfriend?"

Girlfriend? Gong Jiaming’s face turned pale, "My parents said I’m too young to date."

Gong Jiaming wished he could have a girlfriend, seeing how sweet Guangran and Sister Cao Na were, so sweet it felt the air would become cloyingly sweet.

"That’s because you can’t ensure good grades while chasing a girl." Poor boy, when he started high school, he encountered his dream target and went into pursuit mode.

The parents knew about it yet didn’t care much, having Zhao Xuran and Gong Ruini as examples, as long as grades didn’t drop, nothing was a big deal.

The problem was Gong Jiaming hadn’t secured the girl yet, and his grades dropped significantly, which infuriated Gong Zhuang, prompting him to rush to Beijing.

He glanced mournfully at Gong Ruini, clearly his sister got a boyfriend for two years with the family’s blessings while they opposed him dating a girl, why was it so unfair to him?

"Alright, just improve your grades." Oh, poor guy, Gong Ruini pat his shoulder without a shred of sincerity, "But I’m curious why, after sacrificing so much, you haven’t managed to win her over."

Dagger-stares flew toward Gong Ruini, no sister should sabotage a brother like this, "I’m considering that I’ll study abroad later, not troubling the girl."

Gong Jiaming didn’t want to stay here; otherwise, Gong Ruini’s sarcastic remarks would inevitably fly over. He refused to believe that once he went to the United States, he couldn’t win over girls.

"I’m off to study." He waved goodbye and left.

Gong Ruini was quite surprised; it wasn’t even August yet, how this boy suddenly turned so proactive, completely unlike his usual personality.

Gong Jiaxin went to her room to prepare for her studies as well. With Zhao Guangran leading the way, applying for university, and gathering materials was quite smooth.

Especially once Zhao Guangran went abroad, he could relay more information about the colleges over there. Before, given the familial ties, it wasn’t feasible to spend too much time investigating these things for them.

With sufficient background preparation, Gong Jiaxin felt quite confident this time about heading abroad.