I Am the Only Fertile Woman in the Game-Chapter 153 - Will Return

“No…”

“Then you stand here and watch me wash the cup.”

“…”

Qiao Suisui couldn’t outstubborn him and stood anxiously on one side.

A glass cup was meticulously cleaned by Carl, who polished it so well that even every corner at the bottom of the cup was not spared.

“Is it done?”

“It should be.”

“Is it done yet?”

Qiao Suisui had been watching him wash the cup for fifteen minutes, and the man was still diligently creating bubbles at the rim of the cup.

Finally, Carl rinsed the cup clean and said seriously, “One last step is missing.”

“What?”

He leaned his face close and with his wet finger pointed at his own cheek, “A kiss.”

Qiao Suisui’s heart warmed, and finding herself without recourse, she was about to tip-toe and kiss him when the sound of the room door opening was heard. She reflexively pushed Carl hard. The tall and sturdy man didn’t budge, and she herself stumbled back two steps in panic.

Carl paused, his first instinct was to reach out to steady her, but she dodged him.

Well, buddy, when has she ever reacted so swiftly? Carl fumed inwardly.

When Zong Fang entered the living room, he saw Qiao Suisui sitting primly at the dining table, while Carl stood with his back to him, washing air at the sink.

He furrowed his brows slightly, walked over, and caressed her fair little face, which was smooth to the touch like top-grade suet jade.

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“Why are you sweating?”

“Ah? Am I?” Qiao Suisui guiltily averted her eyes and said, “Might be a bit hot.”

Zong Fang didn’t respond but continued to stare at her face for a while before finally saying, “Let’s go, didn’t you say last time that you were interested in seeds? I’ll take you to have a look.”

He led her away, and before the two departed, Zong Fang glanced back at Carl, who had remained silent throughout, his Silver Eyes deep and profound.

In the following days, the two men tacitly avoided each other. When Zong Fang was present, Carl would not stick around her, at most he would sit beside her and chat. When Carl clung to her, Zong Fang would leave without a word, and no one knew where he went.

They somehow maintained a strange balance.

Qiao Suisui’s period had ended long ago, but Zong Fang did not want her to go out, though she could finally resume normal activities. Taking advantage of Zong Fang’s absence, she even enjoyed the freedom to drink cold beverages. A little coquetry toward Carl would earn her a cup of chilled watermelon juice. Later, Carl even used the freedom of watermelon juice as a bargaining chip to tempt her in bed.

At the moment, while sucking on the watermelon juice, she tried contacting Bi through Carl’s methods, although she had already tried a few days ago and had received no response, which made Qiao Suisui somewhat worried.

“Could something have happened there? Haven’t you received any news?” she asked.

Carl, without even lifting his eyelids, was indifferent, thinking it would be good if they were dead, but he still responded, “Don’t worry too much, no news is good news. The agreed day is almost here, don’t think about backing out. You’ll come back with me when the time comes.”

Qiao Suisui bit on her straw, making the empty cup rumble loudly.

Carl stood in front of her and lifted a hand to pinch the straw between two fingers, instantly quieting the room.

He looked at her with a pleased lift of his eyebrows, seeing Qiao Suisui’s resentful little eyes, and chuckled, “When we get back, let’s first go see Kai to tell him the good news, and also check out the house. You like duplexes, right? And what about the decor style? I want a floor lamp by the sofa; it looks very cozy.”

Qiao Suisui watched him as if he were a bride immersed in the blueprint of their future life, feeling somewhat disoriented for a moment. She, who dreaded trouble, had agreed to make a home with Carl but didn’t want to fuss over it. Yet, she could see Carl was hoping she would help him decorate their home, and she couldn’t bear to interrupt him at the moment.

Carl continued discussing whether a leather or fabric sofa was better, but her thoughts drifted far away.

She knew Anubis, he would not break his promise; what could have prevented him from coming to the Southern Battlefield?

—————–

In the secret chamber of the Interstellar Strategy Academy.

Insanity nearly radiated from Anubis’s eyes.

His body began to deform, his hair grew rapidly, and his bones emitted a spine-chilling crackling sound. He transformed into a wolf-man, violently slamming into the iron bars, each hit causing the entire prison to tremble, the bars giving off a piercing metallic sound. Sweat and rage mingled, dripping onto the cold floor.

A wolf’s howl tore through the air, filled with rage that shook the soul.

Dante stood outside the cell, hands clasped behind his back, his expression stern and serious. His gaze was icy, devoid of any pity.

“Do you realize your foolish actions have ruined our long-prepared plans!” Dante’s voice was as cold as ice, laden with endless reproof and disappointment.

The fierce wolf stopped slamming, gasping for breath, its eyes bloodshot. Anubis, in agony, closed his eyes and slowly shifted back to human form, kneeling on the ground, his voice filled with despair and pleading, “Father, I just… please let me out, someone’s waiting for me.”

Dante’s brows furrowed slightly, he looked at Anubis coldly, “You’re too soft-hearted, that’s a weakness you shouldn’t have.”

His voice was deep, marked with uncontrollable anxiety and urgency, “Father, I beg you, let me out.”

“You’ll stay here until the plan commences, you’re not allowed to go anywhere. You must pay for your mistake.”

Despair and anger flickered through Anubis’s eyes, his fists clenched tightly, nails digging into his palms, blood dripping onto the floor. He knew his father’s decision was unchangeable, but Qiao was still on the Southern Battlefield, her safety unknown to him, the mix of unwillingness and guilt tormented him deeply.

“Father, I…”

Dante no longer looked at him, turning away and leaving, leaving Anubis alone in the chilly cell.

What felt like forever passed.

Anubis still kneeled on the ice-cold ground, his eyes closed, his mind racing, searching for a way to escape. His forehead pressed against the iron bars, his fingertips felt the icy metal, recalling the kiss beneath the bridge, a mix of yearning, self-reproach, and resignation overwhelming him like a tide.

Suddenly, his ears twitched, and the next second the door to the chamber was opened, footsteps sounded from far and near, gradually approaching.

These were not his father’s footsteps!