I Am the Only Fertile Woman in the Game Chapter 183 - 183 183 Separated by a Wall

Chapter 183: Chapter 183: Separated by a Wall Chapter 183: Chapter 183: Separated by a Wall But the surge of spiritual power was like punching cotton, instantly dissolving on an invisible shield.

Zong Yan remained unchanged in posture, indifferently watching Zong Fang’s angry attacks.

Zong Fang, as if venting, directed all his spiritual power at him, but failed to cause the slightest ripple. After exhausting his spiritual power, he entered a short period of cool-down and collapsed onto the ground, drained of strength.

He propped himself up with his hands, his Silver Eyes filled with unwillingness. Zong Fang gritted his teeth, veins on his forehead and neck bulging, and he looked up, staring at the man seated above him with intensity. That feeling of being powerless to resist from his childhood, swept over him once more after so many years.

“She is not just any random female; she is my mate, she is my life.”

A tear fell straight down as he bowed his head, dissolving into the carpet.

That proud Zong Fang, who was once unrivaled, bowed his head, changing from a one-knee stance to a heavy kneel on both knees.

“Father…”

His voice hoarse, he called out a title he hadn’t used in a long ti.

“Please, give her back to …”

Zong Yan looked down at him from the seat above, hardly perceptible frown creasing his brow, and said with displeasure, “Your life belongs to the King Cobra clan, not to yourself; you have no right to dispose of it.”

“Then I’ll return my life to you, in exchange for her,” Zong Fang retorted.

At that, the furrow in Zong Yan’s brow deepened, filled with incomprehension.

This son had exceptional talent, top-notch abilities and genes. From a young age, Zong Yan had held high hopes for him. He used to follow behind him, calling out ‘father’ this and ‘father’ that, worship fully apparent in his eyes. Yet, Zong Yan couldn’t quite pinpoint from which day Zong Fang had beco more and more rebellious, often answering back, his eyes filled with complex emotions that Zong Yan never took the ti to understand.

If only he had asked proactively even once, he would’ve easily discovered the look of disappointnt in young Zong Fang’s eyes.

But at this point, the father and son had reached the end of their confrontation. Their relationship was fraught with estrangent, indifference, and opposition—their years of disconnect were far too deep to resolve.

Zong Yan had given up on the idea of his son ‘becoming a dragon’ to take over from him, hoping instead he’d just live well and not cause trouble, doing what he loved. But he just couldn’t give him peace of mind.

With that thought, the man sighed heavily.

“Impossible. She’s the person the Federation leader wants, and I can’t change that.”

Zong Fang, desperate, moved forward on his knees, saying, “Just tell where she is locked up, I’ll figure it out myself, you don’t have to be troubled. Is she all right now? You can’t keep her locked up; she can’t take that, she’s pregnant… she can’t cope on her own… Father, I beg you, I’ve never asked you for anything, but please, give her back to …”

Zong Yan looked at his son pleading bitterly and a flicker of light passed through his eyes. He asked in a lowered voice, “Whose child is it?”

“It’s ours,” replied Zong Fang.

Zong Yan was montarily taken aback, then massaged his forehead as his expression turned imnsely complex, and just as quickly, it passed.

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Qiao Suisui was no longer clear on how many days it had been since she was locked up.

She couldn’t see the Sun, and didn’t know when it was day or night.

She began to lose her appetite, vomiting whatever she ate.

She tried every item in the System in an attempt to escape, but none could help her.

No one interacted with her daily, no one spoke to her; als were delivered through a small opening at the bottom of the door.

At first, she found it absurd. What was this? Serving food to a prisoner? Gradually, she began to look forward to that small door opening at regular intervals, as it beca the only constant change in her day.

The feeling of heaviness in her belly grew stronger day by day. She forced herself to walk around the room and made herself eat sothing, but her emotional state had peaked in frustration, affecting her physically, unable to control her vomiting.

To stay alert and prevent mysterious needle marks from appearing on her arm, she dared not sleep. On this particular day, she could not hold up any longer, and leaned against the wall, intending to close her eyes for just a mont. As her consciousness started to fade into sleep, a series of knocking sounds suddenly ca through the wall.

Qiao Suisui snapped awake and pressed her ear against the wall to listen, but the knocks did not co again.

She clenched her hand into a fist, weakly hamring the wall, trying to signal to the person on the other side that soone was here.

On the other side of the wall.

Anubis lay on his back, his forehead covered in fine beads of cold sweat, biting down on a bit of withered grass, waiting for the strange pain to pass.

Suddenly, he began convulsing, his body shaking violently with the chain around his neck connected to the wall, making a series of knocking sounds as he jerked.

After the convulsions subsided, Anubis relaxed his tightly clenched jaw, his eyes lifelessly staring at the ceiling of the room.

His mories were fragnted, with most of them already missing, but no matter what experints and torture the Federation subjected him to, his mind repeatedly brought forth the image of a smiling face. The person in his mory had short hair, a slender build, delicate and handso features, pale skin, and shining eyes when he smiled.

Along with that hallucinatory smiling face, Anubis smiled as well. In that mont, he forgot the pain, forgot the hatred, forgot the humiliation he had endured, forgot the horrible torture…

…

It was unknown how many days had passed.

Qiao Suisui tapped the wall for the Nth ti with her water cup, and finally, there was a response.

She listened with surprise to the sound from the other side, confirming that the rhythm of the knocks matched her own, instantly dissipating the taste of despair that had tornted her.

“Can you hear speaking?”

“Are you also locked up here?”

She spoke to the empty wall and then pressed her ear against it, unsure if the other person could hear her.

Just as Qiao Suisui was about to succumb to disappointnt, the other side of the wall made a knocking sound, responding to her.

She excitedly touched the wall and said, “You can’t speak, can you? Knock twice for no, once for yes.”

‘Thud.’

“How long have you been here? A month?”

‘Thud Thud.’

“Three months?”

‘Thud Thud.’

“Could it be a year?”

‘Thud Thud.’

Qiao Suisui fell silent for a while, then said, “You don’t know how long it has been either, do you?”

‘Thud.’

Tears brimd in her eyes, but she bit her lip and held them back. The montary joy of finding a companion once again faded, and she moved one step closer to the hopeless tomorrow.

She curled up in the corner of the wall, holding her belly, resting her head against the wall as if talking to herself, yet also as if speaking to the person on the other side.

“Actually, I have a way to leave, as long as…” She touched her stomach and said despondently, “As long as I complete this task, I can go ho, return to my world, escape this imprisonnt.”

“But there is soone in this world waiting for …”

“They must be very worried now…”

Qiao Suisui babbled on, not even knowing what she was saying anymore. It had been too long since she had spoken, and as she continued, her consciousness began to blur uncontrollably, for it had also been too long since she had last slept well. From ti to ti, the other side of the wall would knock in response, offering companionship.

‘Crack—’

The door was suddenly flung open from the outside.