Chapter 3My Doormat Bestie Wants to be My Mom

As soon as the door opened, a drunken man lost his support and fell to the ground.

The stench of alcohol quickly occupied the entire room.

I was so busy despising Chloe's poverty that I forgot she had a stingy, fat, ugly boyfriend.

Just a glance, and my eyes were burning.

Fat enough that his eyes were slits, bald enough to be a mirror, short enough to be a cane.

And a hairy mole on his chin.

Chloe isn't my best friend; she's my mortal enemy!

Not only does she want me to be poor in my next life, she wants me to be short, ugly, and poor!

"You plan to have me with this thing?!"

I roared at Chloe, stirring up a ghostly wind.

Barry, helped onto the sofa by Chloe, shivered.

The layers of fat on his body rippled.

Chloe looked at Barry, confused:

"What's wrong, Harper? Is there something wrong with Barry?"

"Everything is wrong!

"Short, fat, bald, beady eyes, upturned nose, and a huge mole. You really aren't picky!

"If you dare marry him and let his inferior genes contaminate my noble chromosomes, I'll take you away right now!"

Chloe was still defending him:

"Barry said he used to be very handsome, he just gained weight now."

Does she think I have amnesia?

From the first time Chloe brought Barry to meet me, he looked like this ugly mess.

Before, I didn't want to interfere with other people's fate, so I didn't say much.

But now.

Damn it, if I don't interfere, he'll really become my dad!

Seeing I didn't believe her, Chloe pulled out a photo on her phone to prove it.

"Look!"

I leaned in to look; it was like a different person.

The person in the photo wasn't bald, wasn't fat, looked clean, and was vaguely handsome.

"Harper, don't worry. I'll talk to Barry about marriage and pregnancy tomorrow, make him lose weight properly. I promise to give birth to you in the best condition!"

Chloe looked at me pitifully.

Should I just... let it go?

"Thirsty! Chloe, Chloe! Where the hell did you die to!"