I Am the Only Fertile Woman in the Game-Chapter 147 - Be a Man

Was he really not one of Wei Shou’s puppets???

Why had he become so easy to talk to??????

As Qiao Suisui lay in the sleep pod, her mind was still filled with question marks; she tried hard not to think about the fleeting disappointment she had just missed catching.

Zong Fang tucked her in, adjusted the temperature of the sleep pod, and before closing the door, he kissed her forehead.

“Good night, I’ll come get you tomorrow.”

As the door closed, Qiao Suisui was engulfed in darkness. The pod slowly released a gas that concentrated her mind and calmed her for sleep. She propped open her eyelids thinking over things, but as she thought more, she became sleepier and gradually fell asleep.

Outside the sleep pod, Zong Fang stood watch for a while, and seeing that the desire below him hadn’t subsided, he got up and took a cold shower.

At that moment, Carl also returned. He had just finished exercising, sweat covering his face and body. A bead of sweat slid down the line of his abs into his pants. He wiped his face and brushed past Zong Fang who had just come out of the washroom.

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“You’re done, then? It’s my turn,” Carl said as he walked in with a towel draped over his shoulder.

Zong Fang stopped at the doorway, and said to him, “I hope you won’t indulge her unprincipledly in the future.”

Carl turned around with a frown, “What do you mean?”

“She wanted to come, and you just brought her? Did you assess the risks? Consider the consequences? What if something happened to her…” Zong Fang seemed to think of something horrendous, extremely averse to even speaking of the possibility of her getting into an accident, so he clenched his teeth and shut his mouth.

Carl’s expression darkened, but then he seemed to think of something, scoffed with a provoking look at him, “You think she came here for you?”

“What did you say?”

Carl stepped forward, not intimidated by the oppressive air around him, meeting his gaze, neither man yielding to the other.

“You guess why she is so adamant about uncovering the truth from back then, for whom?”

Zong Fang’s entire body filled with rage, shattering the washroom’s mirror. He clenched his fists, thinking of that young man from the Wolf Clan, and his temples abruptly throbbed.

Carl tilted his chin up, a roguish, playful smile on his handsome face. “I can accept the few males around her, can you?”

Carl had thought it through thoroughly. In terms of first come, first served, he couldn’t compete with Sikoses and Leberli. In terms of emotional depth, he couldn’t compare with Zong Fang; his relationship with Suisui still needed time to develop. So it was less that he could accept the other males than that he must if he wanted to be with her. But what the hell was that youngster thinking? How did a just-matured wolf cub suddenly come out of nowhere? Carl’s strategy was to let Zong Fang deal with the kid while he himself would enjoy peaceful years without striving or scrambling.

It’s just acting, isn’t it? Who can’t do that? If I can’t become her bright moon, I’ll be a white lotus instead! Carl thought silently to himself.

But suddenly, the man opposite him let out a cold laugh, not only suppressing the raging anger around him but even retracting the oppressive air.

“Think you can use me?” Zong Fang said with a scornful smile, ‘Some things, if missed once, will never be missed again.”

He would absolutely never be apart from her again.

No matter what, as long as he lived, he intended to dominate her every single day.

…

The next day, Qiao Suisui woke up close to noon.

While she was still rubbing her sleepy eyes, Zong Fang had already carried her to the bathroom to freshen up.

These past few days had really been exhausting. Every day involved anxiety, as well as having to beware of the Fake Zong Fang that Wei Shou conjured. She couldn’t slack off for even a moment. Now that the crisis was over and the truth uncovered, she slept deeply. Holding a fork, sitting at the dining table, she was still somewhat dazed.

“Qiaoqiao, did you hear what I just said?”

“What?” Qiao Suisui regained her senses and looked at Zong Fang slowly.

Zong Fang sighed and said, “There are no fresh ingredients here, and your nutrition isn’t keeping up. After eating, drink this.”

Qiao Suisui glanced at the table and saw a tube of green Nutrient Liquid. She reflexively gagged, her face scrunching up like a bitter melon.

“No, no.”

She absolutely detested the taste of that Nutrient Liquid.

“I’ve eaten already, why do I still need to drink this stuff?”

Zong Fang looked at her plate, of which only a quarter was used—it had synthetic meat and vegetables taken out from a storage space, not fresh at all compared to what he used to prepare for her at the research center; in Zong Fang’s eyes, it barely qualified as edible.

“The nutrients in this are well-matched to your body’s needs. I’m worried what you ate isn’t enough.”

“It’s enough, enough, enough.” Qiao Suisui, reluctant to drink the green fluid, quickly scooped up a few bites of mixed-grain rice.

Zong Fang watched her, not saying a word, but his expression clearly saying: If you don’t drink it, I’ll feed it to you.

Qiao Suisui lowered her head and then looked for help towards Carl, who was sitting across the table, gently tugging at the hem of his shirt under the table.

Carl looked at her, blinked, smiled, and then, pretending to cough twice, said, “Let’s be good and drink it later, shall we?”

Qiao Suisui nodded in agreement.

Afterwards, the three of them stopped talking. Zong Fang supervised her eating until he was suddenly called away. As soon as he left, Qiao Suisui and Carl immediately got into a fluster, frantically making silent mouth movements.

Qiao Suisui wanted to pour the Nutrient Liquid into the sink, but Carl stopped her, mouthing, “It smells, don’t pour it, he’ll find out.”

Then Qiao Suisui watched as he unscrewed his own bottle of Nutrient Liquid and chugged it down, his face also scrunching up like a bitter melon.

When Zong Fang returned, he saw the two sitting quietly at the dining table, Qiao Suisui holding an empty tube of Nutrient Liquid, her smile sweet and sly. Carl was sprawled lazily, looking around, tapping the table, fiddling with the chair.

“All finished?”

“Mm-hmm, all done,” Qiao Suisui’s eyes twinkling as she smiled sweetly.

Zong Fang frowned, a hint of suspicion in his eyes. But seeing her tilting her little head in anticipation of praise, his heart melted, and he reached out to pinch her earlobe.

“Good girl, Qiaoqiao, I’ll reward you later.”

Under the table, Carl and Qiao Suisui quietly bumped fists.