I Am the Only Fertile Woman in the Game-Chapter 99 Alternative Confession

Qiao Suisui lowered her eyes, remembering that she had not received a single message from Zong Fang these past few days... Before, he would call her once a day through video communication, and even if she said she was sleepy and wanted to sleep, he wouldn't let her hang up; he would just listen to her breathing without saying a word.

Cold war?

But what for?

She couldn't figure it out. Everything seemed fine.

That day when she left, she took the little lion not only because she wanted to return Ruka's child to him but also because she hoped that Zong Fang's return and the absence of the little lion would surely prompt him to ask her, giving her the chance to inquire about why he had left her early that night.

That night, she clearly felt Zong Fang's evasive attitude, and he even left the next day without a word, quite early. Such behavior had never occurred before; previously, even if he had work, he would deliberately kiss her awake and give her a few instructions before leaving.

Thinking of this, she felt a bit tired and, pressing her temple, closed her eyes and said to Carl, "Don't bother."

There had always been a problem in her relationship with Zong Fang—it was that the two had vastly different concepts of emotions. Qiao Suisui was a person with a distinct lack of security, and once she developed feelings for someone, she would unconsciously fall into anxiety, afraid of being abandoned. Therefore, she always guarded her heart and wouldn't open up to anyone easily, fearing she would fall into that uncontrollable anxiety.

Whereas Zong Fang was too capricious. His strength was the backbone for his unpredictability; when he wanted something, he would stop at nothing to obtain it, and similarly, when he no longer wanted something, he wouldn't allow others to refuse him.

It was only because Qiao Suisui was smart and sensitive that she could gain a slight upper hand in their invisible battle. But she dared not imagine, if one day she truly fell in love with Zong Fang and he treated her with alternating coldness and warmth, turning his back on her, whether by then she would even lack the right to refuse. His love was domineering, intense when he loved you, making you feel on cloud nine, but what about when he stopped loving you? Could she stand up again after falling from cloud nine?

In fact, ever since coming out of the space with Zong Fang, she had been deliberately ignoring this unease. Until that night, when she waited late, happily went to the door to welcome him back, only to be met with a few terse words that were a stark contrast to the past, which completely doused her hopes.

He was still the man of unpredictable moods, and she was still the coward who dared not love.

The feeling of loss had long been adjusted, but the lingering regret always appeared in her dreams. Qiao Suisui dozed off while thinking about it, and Carl quietly stood by her bedside.

It wasn't until the latter half of the night that the Illusion Pill automatically wore off.

Carl looked at the slightly pale face of the person in bed, frowning unconsciously. He reached out to touch her forehead, making sure she wasn't feverish, then sat back down on the chair. The starlight poured into the room, spilling beside her bed, on the person who was slightly tilting her head in deep sleep, her hand unconsciously placed by her cheek with fingers curled. Carl watched her sleeping face and, on an impulse, quietly slipped one of his fingers into her curled-up fingers.

His hand was large, calloused from years of handling guns. He gently pinched her palm, different from his own roughness, her hand was soft and small, and he noticed that her little hand was loosely holding his index finger.

Carl knelt by the bed, playing with her fingers. He rested his head on his arm, his gaze focused, eyes filled with amusement.

He picked up a lock of Qiao Suisui's hair, lightly brushing her eyelashes. When he saw her delicate brows furrow slightly, he immediately stopped, afraid he would really wake her up.

"If only you could be this well-behaved all the time."

In the moonlit room, Carl muttered softly to himself.

The next day, when Qiao Suisui woke up, it was already afternoon. She ate a nutritional meal Carl had somehow procured, thinking to return a message to Ruka and the others, but she heard Carl say in a low voice, "I already reported to your several beloved spouses. They set out last night."

This place was a star system quite distant from the Federation; Carl's Breakthrough could arrive in an instant, whereas it wasn't possible for Ruka and the others.

Qiao Suisui blushed at the words "spoils her husband," and glaring at him, she said, "Don't talk nonsense."

"What? Isn't it so? Then the beating I took the other day was for nothing, none of them have been confirmed yet, but you all act as if you're already the First Spouse."

His words were laced with sarcasm, and Qiao Suisui couldn't tell if he was scolding them or himself. She cleared her throat to change the subject, "Why don't you just take me back? It will take them all night to get here."

Good, good, she knows to pity them but not to pity him?

"Do I look like your private flying ship?"

Qiao Suisui choked, realizing that since yesterday she hadn't thanked Carl yet. It was he who had saved her at the critical moment, and he who had immediately taken her for a health check, staying by her side to look after her. She had to admit, she had revised her opinion of Carl. She had always thought he was frivolous, but it turned out he was actually very reliable.

"Why do you always have to be like this?"

"Like what?" Carl raised his eyebrows with a smile as he looked at her.

"You're actually very diligent and meticulous in your work, with a kind heart, yet you make others think you're... you're..."

Carl leaned in close to her, his deep voice carrying a pleased inflection, "Make them think what?"

"...a bad seed."

After she spoke, she bit her lip, feeling somewhat embarrassed to have spoken her mind.

To her surprise, Carl was not angry and instead burst into laughter by her bedside.

When he had laughed enough, he propped his chin on his hand and looked at Qiao Suisui, his fingers tapping her forehead as he spoke in the tone one uses with children, "Because if others discover your good side, they will always expect that good side from you. I don't want to bear anyone's expectations."

After Carl finished, he stared straight at Qiao Suisui, his eyes filled with the warmth retained from restraint. His smile faded, and his expression turned serious as he looked up at her, "But there is one person, I am starting to hope she can understand the real me. I want to tell her, I'm not that great, but I'm not that awful either."

Qiao Suisui was taken aback, and found herself inadvertently caught in his fervent gaze.

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She wasn't foolish; after that hot pot meal, she was sure Carl liked her, but she had never considered him and found him quite annoying. Just as she was about to say something to gently refuse him, she saw him suddenly stand up and then slouch lazily back in the chair, reverting to his usual roguish demeanor.

"You didn't think I was talking about you, did you?"

Qiao Suisui was startled. Seeing the man's bright, mischievous eyes and raised eyebrows, her ears burned red with embarrassment, thinking she had misinterpreted his words.

Seeing her little predicament, Carl found her unbearably cute. He stretched out his arm and flicked her forehead gently, leaving Qiao Suisui in surprise.

"You tell that person for me, tell her not to feel burdened. I like who I like, tell her not to worry about my feelings, but also not to reject me."