I Am the Only Fertile Woman in the Game-Chapter 260: Angry Daddy

Ruka had finished dealing with military affairs and wanted to check on Qiao Suisui. Just as he stepped onto the corridor, he saw Carl coming towards him.

He was carrying someone in his arms, and even though he covered the person from head to toe with his spacious overcoat, Ruka didn’t have to guess to know who it was.

He stopped in his tracks, his brow furrowing slightly, as he emitted a faint air of intimidation.

Upon seeing Ruka, Carl raised his eyebrows and gave a lazy smile, whispering softly, "There was no choice, I was worried she might catch cold from the sweat."

"That’s not the point," Ruka’s gaze fell on Carl’s collar, noting that three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing reddish scratch marks on his neck and tiny bite marks near his collarbone.

His shirt was half tucked in at the waist, half hanging out of his pants, his whole demeanor exuding satisfaction.

Seeing this, a vein throbbed on Ruka’s forehead, his eyes narrowed, and his jaw tightened.

"Do you realize she’s pregnant now?"

At this, Carl seemed less certain and lowered his gaze, whispering, "She agreed to it."

The veins on the back of Ruka’s hand stood out as he stood coldly in front of Carl, expressionless, silent.

Carl knew that this was a sign of his anger.

Ruka stared him down and stepped forward to take the person from his arms. Carl was reluctant to let go, but upon seeing the man’s icy gaze, he was forced to release his hold.

"Stay with the children for the next few days and don’t come this way," Ruka said.

Carl frowned, wanting to argue, but was cut off by a look from Ruka.

"You should be grateful it was me you met and not Zong Fang. Or do you want everyone to know she’s still intimate with you even while pregnant, and then have them all feel justified in pestering and clinging to her?"

Carl fell silent.

He turned his face away in dissatisfaction but still advised, "Make sure she drinks plenty of water."

Ruka ignored him and turned away with the person in his arms.

He laid Qiao Suisui down on the bed, applied a warm towel to her slightly swollen eyes, and gently wiped her body.

When Ruka saw the dotted red marks on her shoulders, chest, and even her stomach, the irritation he had managed to suppress flared up again; however, he continued with his actions, expressionless.

Qiao Suisui, in her dazed state, felt like a flipped pancake, warm at first with the touch but followed by a vacant coolness. She sighed comfortably.

Her sleepy eyes opened to see Ruka methodically wiping his hands with the towel.

His hands had always been attractive, with long fingers and thick palms, faintly calloused at the joints, and blue veins snaking across the back symbolizing strength.

At the moment, his hand-wiping movements were extremely meticulous, especially around the fingertips and nails.

Qiao Suisui called out to him with a hoarse voice, a bit perplexed.

"Ruka..."

Uncharacteristically, the man didn’t respond to her.

Qiao Suisui realized something was wrong.

Previously, whenever she woke up and called his name, he would respond immediately and lean down to kiss her.

She stretched out her hand and gripped the edge of his trousers.

He hadn’t changed out of his military uniform today, his white shirt tucked into indigo suit pants, the sleeves still rolled up, tightly stretched across his chest, outlining the contours of his body.

Ruka’s gaze merely lingered on her face for two seconds before shifting away.

That was it.

He was angry.

Qiao Suisui immediately sobered up.

She sat up from the bed, crawled to the edge, wrapped her arms around his forearm, and pleaded childishly, "Ruka, don’t you love me anymore?"

The man kept a stern face, his pale golden eyes steadily on her for a long time until Qiao Suisui nearly feared he would say ’yes, I don’t love you anymore.’ But he just heavily sighed, his brows furrowing in helpless resignation as he exhaled a single word:

"Love."

Qiao Suisui’s heart settled back into her stomach, and her survival instincts began to wildly act up.

She hugged his shoulders, kissing his cheeks and the corners of his lips, and whispered, "Then why are you so serious, I just called you and you didn’t even respond to me."

The man was indifferent to her little tricks, his eyes hung low as she pecked him repeatedly, but his hand was cautiously on her waist, afraid she might fall off the bed.

Qiao Suisui’s coaxing tricks were futile, she called out his full name with a bit of pique: "Ruka Sikoses."

The man’s eyes flickered, staring straight at her.

"You get anxious too, don’t you?"

"What?"

"Then do you know I get anxious too?"

Qiao Suisui didn’t know how to respond, she looked at him a bit helplessly.

Ruka didn’t embrace her, didn’t return her kisses, his expression was somewhat cold, he lowered his eyes and asked her, "How does it feel to be anxious?"

Qiao Suisui bit her lip; her mind quickly replayed what exactly had made him so angry.

He had always been the most accommodating to her, and very tolerant among men, never letting her feel embarrassed.

This aspect of Ruka felt a bit... thrilling.

"Why are you silent?" Ruka lightly pinched her chin and said, "I asked you, how does it feel to be anxious?"

"It... feels a bit panicky." Her eyes darted around, then she asked, "Did I make you anxious?"

"Mhm." He answered quickly this time without further silence.

The man said calmly, "You’re driving me crazy."

Ruka had restrained his desires, prioritized her feelings, adjusted his emotions on his own, all for what? To watch her casually mess around with a man like Carl.

Qiao Suisui swallowed, not out of fear—she knew Ruka would never hurt her, as long as she was by his side, she was safe. Rather, it was...

Angry Ruka was so sexy... she really wanted to make him even angrier...

Qiao Suisui raised her head and looked intently at him, saying, "But you never tell me, how could I always know what you are thinking?"

"I’ll tell you now."

Ruka pushed her shoulders, pinning her on the bed, his hand reaching under her skirt.

In her dazed state, Qiao Suisui suddenly realized—

So, that was why he had wiped his hands earlier!

He stared at her motionlessly, his fingers adjusting to her breaths.

He watched every one of her expressions, watched her unconsciously biting her lip, watched her tilting her head back, watched her delicate skin get covered in a sheen of thin powder and sweat, watched her eyes moisten, and then beg him relentlessly.

Ruka’s breathing gradually became erratic, he pressed his head against her shoulder, his broad back arched, half-kneeling on the bed, like a devout believer.

He couldn’t resist, he enveloped her earlobe in the wave of heat, then bit down hard.

"Ah!" Qiao Suisui exclaimed softly.

But she heard the man’s restrained and angry voice close to her ear: "Do you even remember you are pregnant?"

Case closed.

So that was what he was upset about.

Qiao Suisui’s eyes gleamed even brighter, like a cat that had snagged a fish, mischievously smiling, she said, "I was hoping you’d forget about it for a while."

Then, under his questioning gaze, she wrapped her legs around his waist, hooked his neck, and sat on him.

"Ruka, didn’t you say you love me? Prove it to me."