I Am the Only Fertile Woman in the Game-Chapter 201: Metamorphosis

Ye Xi spoke a lot more, but Qiao Suisui no longer had the heart to listen.

"What do you want from me?" she asked.

Ye Xi furrowed her brows and replied, "I want to ask you to enter the game once more. I’ll tell you everything I know about the game, and I just hope you can change Anubis’s ending."

"Why me?"

"Because the backend monitored that after you logged out, a plot that completely deviated from the settings appeared in your world. The main characters also began to take paths entirely opposite of their original ones... INF Company suspects that it was the characters in the world of your save who experienced aberrations and awakenings, which then affected the other worlds’ counterparts of the same characters since they are all on the same server."

Qiao Suisui let out a faint sneer, lowered her eyes, and felt sad for herself who had been immersed in the game during this time. She had a pile of problems to deal with in reality, had fallen in love with a few paper people, and had almost stayed in that illusion forever...

Everything was fake.

Her fingertips holding the coffee cup turned slightly pale, the sourness in her heart was indescribable.

"I’m not that important. I’m sorry, but I can’t help you."

Qiao Suisui stood up, intending to leave. As she passed by Ye Xi, she paused her steps, turned her head, and said to her, "We all deserve to be loved in reality."

Having said that, she didn’t linger or hesitate any longer, she simply left.

What was the point of starting over? It would be nothing but a repetition of their false love and the saving of a fabricated person.

Qiao Suisui’s rationality warned her not to think about anything related to the game anymore, but her heart still throbbed uncontrollably, as if she had forcefully picked off a scab from a wound, watching her own emotions bleed and fester. ƒrēenovelkiss.com

She forgot how she got back to the hotel, only knowing that she fell into a deep sleep for the entire afternoon upon returning, and then woke up in the midst of a high fever.

From outside came the anxious knocking of Qiao Jiming.

"Sister, open the door, it’s me."

Qiao Suisui got out of bed, dizzy and almost fell to the ground. She steadied herself against the wall and moved to the door, then opened it.

Seeing her pale face and wobbly body, Qiao Jiming immediately supported her shoulders and swept her up in his arms, closing the door with his foot.

"How did you come here?" she said, only then realizing her voice was hoarse.

"You didn’t answer my calls."

He laid her gently on the bed and touched her forehead with his hand, finding her temperature alarmingly high.

Qiao Jiming’s face darkened, he went silent into the bathroom, and then quickly came out with a wet, cool towel, which he placed on her forehead.

Qiao Suisui watched him searching around, not knowing what he was looking for, and couldn’t be bothered to ask. She felt too weak, so she closed her eyes and curled up in her blanket. After a while, she heard the continual beeping of the air conditioner; Qiao Jiming was adjusting the temperature.

She didn’t want to care, and soon fell asleep again.

She didn’t know how much time had passed when she felt a cool sensation on her body. Opening her eyes, she saw Qiao Jiming rubbing alcohol on her neck and palms.

Realizing she was awake, Qiao Jiming gently lifted her onto his lap, wrapped her in the blanket, and reached his hand holding the towel under her clothes from beneath the blanket.

Qiao Suisui’s back touched the cold towel, sending a shiver through her.

"What are you doing..."

"It’ll bring down the fever faster."

"I, I’ll do it myself."

"Can you reach?"

Qiao Jiming didn’t indulge her as usual. Instead, he took her head in one hand, making her rest on his shoulder, while his other hand gently wiped her back.

The alcohol on her skin was cooling yet hot, and Qiao Suisui’s back tensed, feeling that even for siblings, this gesture was a bit too much.

Her hand braced against his shoulder, trying to break free, but the next second, Qiao Jiming wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Stop moving."

His voice had grown hoarse without her realizing when it had happened.

Qiao Jiming sat on the chair, with Qiao Suisui sitting on his lap. He was a young man in the prime of life, and at this moment, the thoughts he’d harbored for so many years were almost impossible to hide.

After wiping her back, Qiao Jiming carried her back to bed, tucked her in, placed a fever-reducing patch on her forehead, and boiled water for her to drink with a new kettle.

Qiao Suisui looked at the items on the table—mineral water, a cup, fever medicine, cooling patches, a thermometer, medical alcohol, a new towel, and the kettle—along with other daily necessities, all of which Qiao Jiming had just bought from downstairs.

She had always known how attentive he was.

But what she didn’t know was that Qiao Jiming had never been this attentive to anyone other than her.

She watched the boy bustling about the room, unaware of when his shoulders and back had become so broad, nor when he began to seldom call her sister, especially not in front of others.

Qiao Suisui had disliked him since childhood.

Handsome, smart, good at playing the obedient child in front of adults, Mother Qiao would always give him the best of everything first. When it came to Qiao Suisui, she was expected to make way for her brother unconditionally in all things.

Yet it seemed that as if he couldn’t detect her dislike, Qiao Jiming always stuck close to her.

Whatever Mother Qiao gave him, he would turn around and give it to Qiao Suisui; whenever she was scolded, it was Qiao Jiming who tried to shield her. If he couldn’t shield her, he’d take the punishment with her. Usually, at that point, Mother Qiao couldn’t bear to continue, and the matter would be dropped.

The words he said most often to her as a child were—

"Sister, when I grow up, we’ll move out, just the two of us. Then you can do whatever you want, and no one will be able to tell us what to do."

"What are you daydreaming about? Is there some discomfort?"

Qiao Jiming’s voice interrupted her memories. His slender, pale hand touched her head, and Qiao Suisui met his concerned gaze, suddenly feeling a wave of remorse.

"Ji Ming, I haven’t been very nice to you, have I?"

Qiao Jiming was stunned, then smiled. He sat beside her bed, leaning over to stroke her head and straighten her tousled hair.

"Not at all, it’s me who should apologize to you," the youth said with tender guilt in his eyes, "I took away Mom’s love, causing you to suffer. But it’s okay..." I will make it up to you with double the affection, Qiao Jiming thought to himself.

Perhaps being sick made one feel vulnerable, or maybe Qiao Suisui had truly come to terms with her past. She no longer fixated on her unloved past, entangled in inescapable sorrow. Now, she turned her focus more on what she possessed.

She had a young and healthy body;

She had a profession she loved, and a future full of hope;

She had the prospect of an independent life, not beholden to anyone;

She had decades of Ji Ming’s indulgence and care;

She had a naïvely sincere confidante like Lin Xixi;

She had the protection and admiration from a golden youth like Guan Weizhi;

Most importantly, she had the courage and determination to live well, whether in good times or bad.

In fact, she had a lot. Why had she never realized it before?