Chapter 5: A Little Hunger Is Just Right for Losing Weight

Of course, there was no shortage of orcs who sympathized.

As soon as Mia finished speaking, a tall figure stepped out from the crowd, holding a piece of roasted meat, and walked straight toward Su Xiyue.

The man was tall and slender, with exquisitely beautiful features that were even more striking than a woman’s—red lips like blood, eyes slightly upturned at the corners, exuding a hint of allure. Yet he did not seem effeminate; a strip of animal hide wrapped around his waist added a wild, primal charm.

He was incredibly captivating, impossible to look away from, and one of the most admired males among the tribe’s females.

This was the original host’s third beast husband, Bai Qi, who was actually a nine-tailed white fox, a fifth-tier beastman.

Su Xiyue recalled that the nine-tailed white fox clan was very powerful on this continent and even ruled the entire Beast King City, making them nobility.

She didn’t know if Bai Qi had any connection to the Beast King City or why he had entered the wolf tribe. All she knew was that during the annual trade fair, when the tribe’s beastmen went to the Beast King City to exchange for salt, Bai Qi never went.

While Su Xiyue was pondering these things, Bai Qi’s footsteps halted before her. He extended the roasted meat in his hand toward her, his expression indifferent as he said, “Take it.”

There was no emotion in his voice.

This scene stunned both the beastmen and the females present, including Mia, who looked at Bai Qi in disbelief, seemingly unable to understand why he would do such a thing.

Didn’t he also dislike Su Xiyue very much?

But then, remembering that Bai Qi usually provided the meat Su Xiyue ate, Mia felt a surge of frustration.

Indeed, Bai Qi disliked Su Xiyue, yet he never withheld meat from her, demonstrating a strong sense of responsibility as a beast husband.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have gotten so fat.

Su Xiyue glanced at him and smiled warmly as she reached out to take the meat. “Thank you.”

Her voice was crisp and melodious, as sweet as a nightingale’s song—deeply at odds with her face full of pustules and blemishes.

Bai Qi looked at her strangely. It was the first time he had ever heard her say “thank you.”

Every time he gave her meat, she accepted it without a word of gratitude, and if the meat was insufficient or of poor quality, she would even curse him nastily.

Though puzzled by her behavior today, he didn’t take it to heart.

Just as he was about to turn away, he quickly added, “I just don’t want anyone to misunderstand. I can’t even afford to feed the females.”

With that, he turned and walked off.

Hearing this, Mia burst out laughing, her eyes filled with scorn.

Before she could utter her sarcastic remarks, several pieces of meat flew from different directions and landed at Su Xiyue’s feet, thrown carelessly like garbage.

There were three pieces, each from a different animal.

Her gaze followed the direction from which the meat came and saw that Mo Lin, Qing Zhu, and Xuan Ming had thrown them.

Ye Ling didn’t give any and sat alone, leisurely eating roasted meat. She didn’t look troubled, and no one knew how she had dealt with the effects of the love potion.

Su Xiyue knew Ye Ling despised her deeply, refusing even to pretend civility.

But she didn’t mind; after all, she had slipped the love potion and kicked him—a person like that wouldn’t be expected to give her meat.

Though the original host had administered the love potion, it was no different coming from her.

Mia watched this scene, jealousy almost impossible to hide in her eyes, and sneered coldly, “It’s just charity from them.”

Su Xiyue looked at her coldly but remained silent.

Mia was right. These three pieces of meat were indeed their charity.

Being thrown at her like garbage, was this how they treated a beggar?

Her expression darkened, and she wanted to hurl the meat back at those men’s faces.

But having struggled through the apocalypse, she understood the preciousness of food all too well, thinking it would be wasteful not to take it.

Though the gesture was insulting, the meat was clearly fresh and of good quality.

Those who had experienced hunger knew that feeling all too well.

Just as she was about to bend down to pick up the meat, a man’s angry voice rang in her ear: “Don’t pick it up.”

Su Xiyue paused and turned to see a man approaching, his face full of anger.

His features were ordinary but resolute, tall and sturdy, with nothing but a strip of animal hide around his waist, bare feet touching the ground, and healthy wheat-colored skin.

This was Su Mu, the original host’s brother, a fourth-tier beastman.

In the wolf tribe, his strength was quite formidable, ranking just below her five beast husbands.

He also hated the original host and usually ignored her, so no one understood why he was acting like this now.

He strode over to Su Xiyue, glanced at the three pieces of meat on the ground, his face darkening. Then he glared at the three men and shouted, “What do you three mean by this? Is this how you treat your own female?”

Although he disliked Su Xiyue as well, she was his sister, and seeing her so insulted was shameful.

If their parents were here, they would feel the same shame.

Mo Lin, Qing Zhu, and Xuan Ming said nothing, as if they hadn’t heard him.

Their attitude only fueled Su Mu’s anger.

He turned his ire toward Ye Ling, who was sitting alone, leisurely eating roasted meat, and said with a scowl, “Ye Ling, don’t forget that my sister is your female. As her male, you have the responsibility to care for her. You’re giving her no food at all—is that because you want her to starve?”

Su Mu’s voice was loud enough that all the beastmen present turned their eyes toward Ye Ling.

Ye Ling paused, silver eyes meeting his. His handsome face was icy, voice cold as frost: “What? Do I have to report to you if I feed my own female?”

Su Mu was struck stiff by the piercing cold in Ye Ling’s gaze, his momentum instantly halved.

Still, he gritted his teeth and said, “You don’t need to report to me when you feed her, but giving her no food at all—is that because you want her to starve? Don’t forget, no matter how bad she is, she’s still your female.”

Ye Ling’s lips curled into a mocking smile as his silver eyes landed on Su Xiyue, disdain shining brightly. “Look at her weight. Ugly is one thing, but she’s as fat as a sow. A little hunger might do her some good.”

“Ha ha ha…”

Laughter erupted around the square, many thinking Ye Ling had a point.

Especially the females, whose gazes were filled with jealousy as they looked at Su Xiyue.

They envied him for having five such outstanding and powerful beast husbands, yet she was never satisfied and always courting disaster.

Now she was as fat as a pig, with that ugly face—it was enough to turn anyone’s stomach. No wonder she had to secretly use the love potion; with looks like that, which beastman could sleep with her?

Though strength was the standard of beauty among females in the beast world, fat was not the same as strong.

Hearing the laughter and the strange glances, even with thick skin, Su Xiyue felt embarrassed.

She glanced at Ye Ling, her expression grimacing with rage. That wretched man had such a poisonous tongue.

Was this payback for her slipping the love potion and kicking him?

She also resolved to lose weight—if no one else cared, she couldn’t stand looking at herself.

Su Mu’s face was awkward; he opened his mouth to retort but seeing his sister’s face full of pustules and pits, and weighing nearly three hundred pounds, he twitched at the corner of his mouth.

Even he couldn’t bear to look at her, let alone Ye Ling.

But at least she had bathed, showing some improvement.