I Am the Only Fertile Woman in the Game Chapter 149 - 149 149 Warmth

Chapter 149: Chapter 149 Warmth Chapter 149: Chapter 149 Warmth “They’re all political enemies of the leader or people with conflicting interests with his party.”

Hearing this, Carl lay sprawled on the sofa, doubting the aning of life, with a frown that could kill a fly.

Qiao Suisui suddenly understood Zong Fang’s intention, “You’re worried that even if we make the evidence public, with the power of your father and the leader, it will be quickly suppressed?”

Zong Fang nodded, then shook his head. In fact, he didn’t care about revealing any truth at all, what did it matter to him whether the Rebel Army lived or died? He was only concerned that it might jeopardize her safety.

He touched her hair, his eyes almost calmly cruel, “You don’t understand my father, he’s an emotionless monster.”

Zong Fang’s voice was hard and cold, and if one listened carefully, they could detect a hint of fear in it.

Qiao Suisui was really curious, what kind of person could instill fear in Zong Fang?

She wrapped her arms around his neck, soothing him, “You are you, he is he. Zong Fang, you are not obligated to be the sa person you were a year ago, a day ago, or even fifteen minutes ago.”

She wanted to tell him, and also remind herself, that there was no need to be uneasy, scared, apologetic, or guilty; we are all innately entitled to experience change and growth.

Zong Fang held the delicate body in his arms, feeling the warmth emanating from her, as if it were a ceaseless source of energy. An indescribable sense of gratitude welled up inside him.

His Qiaoqiao was the warst person in the world. Only with her did his life make sense.

In the end, the three of them discussed for a while what to do with the chip. Qiao Suisui wanted to take it back to the Imperial Court, but both Zong Fang and Carl dissuaded her. Considering the lengths Wei Shou had gone to find the Black Box, the Federation would surely stop at nothing to destroy the evidence. Therefore, the chip was a ticking ti bomb. Once the Federation found out that Qiao Suisui had the chip, she would certainly be in danger. Ultimately, Zong Fang implanted the chip into his own arm.

Qiao Suisui watched as he cut open the recently healed spot on his arm again, and she couldn’t help but clutch the front of her shirt tightly.

The best course of action was to hand the chip over to Anubis and let him vindicate the Rebel Army. Thus, the three decided to wait a few more days for Anubis to show up on the Southern Battlefield. If he didn’t appear within the agreed ti, she would have to obediently follow Carl back.

In the following days, Qiao Suisui and Carl collected as many remaining docunts as possible to prove the existence of the underground laboratory. They also took a large number of photos of the Dudleyne ruins, planning to post them on Freedom after returning, to have the Beastn in the organization help spread the word.

That day, as usual, Zong Fang went out. He was now serving in the military and had to check in at designated tis and complete a fixed quota of tasks. Even though with his ability he had already completed other males’ yearly quota of work, checking in was a mandatory rule; failure to do so would be considered desertion.

Normally, he would search for relatively fresh ingredients after checking in to prepare three als a day for her. But Qiao Suisui was a night owl, accustod to late nights. Back at the Imperial Court, Leberli and Ruka had tried several tis to correct her sleep schedule, but ended up being influenced by her to stay up until the wee hours. So she usually woke up at lunchti.

Zong Fang knew this habit was very harmful to her health, so every morning he would forcefully start her day, first tirelessly kissing her awake, then carrying her in her daze to wash up. By the ti she ca to her senses, she would often already be sitting at the dining table.

But today, when Zong Fang went to wake her, he found her tiny body curled up into a ball under the blankets.

He lifted a corner of the blanket and saw her pale face, sweat on her forehead, and imdiately his expression beca tense.

“Qiaoqiao, let see, what’s making you feel uncomfortable?”

Qiao Suisui pulled her legs up towards her chest and abdon, biting her lip in pain.

She hadn’t thought about nstruation before because she had always been pregnant. Later, cared for by Leberli and Ruka at the Imperial Court, her monthly periods caused only slight backaches, never like today, with the pain in her lower abdon and back sweat-soaked.

Zong Fang called her na with a frown, wanting to check on her but not daring to touch her carelessly. Carl, hearing the noise, ca over as well. Seeing her complexion, he imdiately squatted in front of her and asked softly, “Sweetheart, let see, where does it hurt? Tell , okay?”

Qiao Suisui’s face turned red and white. Just as the two of them were talking, she felt a warm flow below, and imdiately realized she was still wearing Zong Fang’s white shirt, which was probably stained with blood by now.

Ah, is there a crack in the ground, I really want to squeeze into it.

Qiao Suisui covered her face with the blanket, and a weak voice fuzzily ca through, “Go out, all of you, don’t mind , I… I’ll be fine in a mont.”

“Qiaoqiao, let see,” Zong Fang was so anxious he didn’t bother to ask her, he directly lifted the blanket, picked her up in his arms, and was about to check on her, but saw Qiao Suisui covering her face with both hands, her ears and neck turning into a patch of red.

“You go out, all of you go out!”

She was so anxious that she wanted to cry, but the two n beca even more nervous upon seeing this state, and despite her reluctance, Carl held her while Zong Fang freed his hands to examine her.

Either because she struggled too fiercely, or because they were afraid of really hurting her and thus didn’t hold on to her tightly, Qiao Suisui crawled to the corner of the sleep pod and then wrapped herself into a dumpling with a blanket, regardless of how Carl and Zong Fang coaxed, she would not respond.

“Suisui, where exactly does it hurt, tell , I….”

Carl was still speaking when Zong Fang suddenly raised his hand to stop him.

Carl looked at him puzzled, only to see a drop of bright red blood on the man’s trouser leg, which made Carl even more tense, and he blurted out, “Are you hurt? Co here, let see.”

As he spoke, he was about to crawl inside to grab Qiao Suisui, but was held back by Zong Fang.

Zong Fang said to the ‘dumpling’ shrunken in the corner, “Qiaoqiao, we are going out now.” After saying that, he shoved Carl out of the room and considerately closed the door.

“What are you doing?” Carl didn’t want to argue with him and turned his head to go back in, but Zong Fang firmly blocked him.

“She’s alone in there, you may be assured but I’m not, get out of the way!” Carl said irritably.

Zong Fang coughed and said in a sowhat unnatural low voice, “She’s having her period.”

Carl, with eyes seeking knowledge, asked, “What is a period?”

Zong Fang, too lazy to explain, directly tossed him a research paper on nstruation by ancient humans.

Indeed, it wasn’t fair to bla Carl for his narrow scope of knowledge, since everyone here was an Artificial Female, and even reproduction was done through factory assembly line incubation, so nstruation, unique to female humans, had long been evolved away. It was only upon seeing that drop of blood on his trousers and recalling Qiao Suisui’s reaction that Zong Fang realized this.

After quickly scanning the paper Carl felt his throat tighten, at a loss as to what to do. “Then, what do we do now?”

“…” Zong Fang was calr than Carl, but this was also his first ti encountering such a situation. The usually omnipotent doctor now had a mind in turmoil.

…

Inside the room, upon hearing the sound of the door closing, Qiao Suisui cautiously peeked out from under the blanket. Her complexion, originally as pale as paper, had turned sowhat rosy from the stifling.

She hurriedly climbed out of the sleep pod with her stomach aching, ran barefoot to the washroom to take care of herself. After taking a hot shower, she wrapped herself in a towel only to realize she had no clothes to change into; she had been wearing Zong Fang’s clothes these past few days, but the one from just now was stained with blood. What to do now?

So Qiao Suisui, holding onto the towel wrapped around her body, went to the door and opened a small crack, indeed seeing two n outside standing in frozen silence. At this mont, seeing half of her body erge by the door, with her wet hair resting on her shoulders, and a pair of helpless eyes looking at them, she looked just like a kitten drenched by the rain.

“Uh, could you get so clothes…”