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The weight gain is gradual, at first. Wei Ying loses his six-pack abs, and shrugs because it’s just a normal part of getting older, right?
Then his pants begin pinching around his waist, creating the illusion of a muffin top, and Wei Ying brushes it off too because it’s just his pants shrinking in the wash, probably, and roomier pants are more comfy anyway.
Slowly he switches to wearing stretchy sweatpants over jeans, because he values comfort, and his jeans are all too tight around his thighs and ass, which makes them hard to button.
It is only when he’s struggling into his suit from last year for the Christmas party the Jiangs are holding that he realizes what’s happened.
His thighs rub together when he walks, and his shirts are all too small, and nothing fits him. He can’t button his suit jacket, his dress shirt buttons are straining, and the elastic waistband of his relatively new slacks is biting into the underside of his soft tummy. He runs a hand over the pale triangle of underbelly that pokes out under his shirt, and sighs.
All a normal part of growing older, he assures himself, opening a new chocolate bar from his advent calendar. He’s in a poor mood, so he might get more snacks later.
He might need to get a new suit as well, by the looks of it.