I Am the Only Fertile Woman in the Game-Chapter 176 - Preparing for the Wedding

This man was sly in his ways, and thanks to his personality, Suisui hadn’t realized his feelings, but it was all too clear to the other men.

Sang Yan was silent for a while before finally speaking in a somewhat hoarse voice yet earnestly suggesting, “Maybe you could ask her if she’s willing to have a traditional Freedom Alliance ceremony?”

“The Freedom Alliance’s tradition?” Carl asked.

“The tradition of the Freedom Alliance is to gather the Four Elements—water, fire, wind, and earth—during the ceremony. We believe this is the Beast God’s blessing to the newlyweds.

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You could hold it in the Sun Never Sets Rainforest. I took her flying over there today, she liked it very much. Located in a uniquely favorable environment, it has a river for the water element; the ceremony could be on a mountain top for earth; in addition, I could have the residents conduct a bonfire prayer celebration for you, that’s your fire. As for wind…”

Sang Yan lowered his head to hide his despondence, and finally said sincerely, “The Archbishop once gave me a kite that symbolizes commitment and longevity. I can give it to you to use at the ceremony. Once you fly the kite, the Four Elements will be complete. You will surely receive the Beast God’s blessing.”

Carl touched his nose, feeling a bit embarrassed as he had deliberately pricked at Sang Yan’s heart, not expecting Sang Yan to sincerely give his advice. Now, a bit sheepishly, he coughed and stopped ‘teasing’ him, nodding and saying, “Alright, I’ll discuss it with her.”

In the following days, the preparations for the mating ceremony commenced with vigor. Carl, typically laid-back and free-spirited, now found the planning overwhelming, recently so busy he hardly had time to touch the ground.

There was a multitude of decisions and plans to be made in advance. Moreover, Carl didn’t want to tire her too much but wanted to acknowledge that it was her first ceremony, so he felt it should be taken seriously without being overly complicated. As a result, he put a lot of thought into every aspect.

Despite the bustle, he was full of drive, without a single complaint.

The men would have brief meetings at night after Qiao Suisui had fallen asleep, planning to give her a surprise.

That day, Carl brought seven or eight strangers to her room. These individuals were designers from Leberli, sent specifically by the Flying Ship, all top-tier from the Federation.

With a snap of his fingers, the professionals began taking her measurements quickly and efficiently, leaving Qiao Suisui confused as she held up her arms.

“What is this?”

Carl strolled over with his hands in his pockets and said casually, “The seasons are changing; let’s make you some new clothes.”

Qiao Suisui didn’t doubt him and was manipulated by several people who took measurements of various parts of her body, arms, and legs.

Next came the selection of styles. Since the gown was being custom-made in secret, they had to play the part thoroughly, so Carl had people pick out a few everyday dress styles that she liked.

Girls are always happy to see pretty clothes. Sitting in a chair and flipping through the design books, Suisui pointed out the ones she liked to the designer, while someone beside her took notes. Whenever she struggled to decide on a style, Carl would proactively lean in, offering her advice.

He didn’t give the typical disinterested guy’s response of “I don’t understand, just choose whatever,” nor the patronizing “You look good in anything.” Instead, he truly pondered the choices with her: whether these straps were too thin, that pattern a bit old-fashioned, or what shoes would go well with this set… This gave Suisui the feeling of shopping without actually being out.

During this, Carl saw her chatting animatedly with the designer and stealthily pulled her chair closer to his until they were side by side.

His arm reached behind her, and his long, distinctively jointed hand rested on her waist. Despite her pregnancy, her waist was still slender when viewed from the back. Now, the man nonchalantly sat sprawled in his chair, massaging her lower back.

Feeling the hand on her back, Suisui thought he was up to his usual mischief and reached back with her delicate arm to tug at his large hand.

Carl leaned in, whispering by her ear, “Doesn’t your back ache after sitting for so long?”

Now understanding that he was massaging her back, Suisui let go of his hand and snuggled closer to him.

“Then move up a little.”

Carl obeyed with a smile, moving his hand upward, asking how she felt at every touch. His movements were gentle and precise, perfectly soothing the weariness of pregnancy. He had already noticed how soft her waist was.

“Miss Qiao, your spouse is really thoughtful,” praised the designer.

Basking in the designer’s praise, Carl looked at Qiao Suisui and raised an eyebrow with a smile, as if to say, “See, having me is your good fortune.”

Suisui pinched the man’s chin, turning his face away, and said with suppressed laughter, “He can’t handle praise—better not to compliment him.”

Carl maintained his twisted face, grumblingly said, “Yeah, I just can’t stand being praised. The less someone praises me, the more I’ll pester her.”

No sooner had he finished speaking than his hand, which had been massaging her back, hooked her subtly, bringing her into his embrace. Carl pretended to bite her but instead breathed on her neck, tickling Qiao Suisui until she laughed uncontrollably.

After their playful moment, she suddenly clutched her belly and frowned. Carl immediately stopped and anxiously asked, “What’s wrong? Does your stomach hurt?”

Suisui shook her head with a smile, “I just got a stitch.”

“It’s my fault, my fault. Don’t laugh anymore, love,” said Carl, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her forehead, finally behaving.

He waited until Suisui’s stitch had passed before he breathed a sigh of relief.

He carried her into the room to rest a bit before returning to finalize the gown’s design with the designer. The only challenging part was determining the size of the waist and abdomen. Her belly was growing daily, and there was a good chance the gown wouldn’t fit when it was ready.

Carl also considered this and instructed the measurements to be recorded accurately, with a set made for each style and size.

The designer stole glances at the man, who was flipping through the gown book even more diligently than before, occasionally pausing to inquire about details, such as the softness of the fabric or whether the design around the waist might constrict the baby.