Chapter 20 1/2

“May I ask how an Alpha can restrain their love for a beloved Omega? Marking it as an impulse written in genes, releasing pheromones is a signal of courtship higher than reason.

What if all of this causes physiological pain for the Omega?

Yu Zhao Ye sighed, “It’s really miserable. It’s fine not to be emotionally involved, but if you are… it’s better to extinguish it early.” Cen Lang chuckled, “Is it because criminals are rare, so the love brain develops?”

Yu Zhao Ye:?

Cen Lang: “I just wanted to invite him to dinner. Jiang Li is too thin; I noticed him for the first time because he only drinks nutritional supplements.”

Yu Zhao Ye:”…”

Cen Lang: “Do you know what my pheromones smell like?”

Yu Zhao Ye quickly slipped away. “I don’t want to know!”

Cen Lang laughed lightly; Jiang Li had asked him this question before.

There is an unverifiable saying that truly top-tier, powerful Alphas do not have a conspicuous pheromone scent; it only appears when they sense their lover’s needs.

His pheromone scent is as pure as others, so he doesn’t like Jiang Li. Yu Zhao Ye is an idiot.

The person in question sneaked to the window in the break room and whispered like a thief, “Dr. Jiang.”

Jiang Li sat up alertly, looking left and right. The window was opened a bit, revealing a person he had seen in the monitoring room when Cen Lang carried him in.

“Is something wrong?”

Yu Zhao Ye squinted his eyes. “Your mental state is stable and fragile at the same time.”

Jiang Li: “Is there something wrong?”

Yu Zhao Ye was puzzled. “Your trembling just now is more fear than pain. What are you afraid of? Cen Lang? Did you see him enter and exit unscathed from the underground city? So you’re afraid when you see him?”

“Impossible,” Yu Zhao Ye denied his own speculation, “you weren’t scared when he held you later.”

Jiang Li endured uneasiness, gazing at him calmly and saying, “I’m just in pain.”

It’s not fear of Cen Lang; it’s the start of his act. The only unexpected thing was that Cen Lang actually invited a psychologist. Fortunately, he has experience dealing with psychotherapists.

Yu Zhao Ye silently looked at him. This statement might work for Cen Lang, but it’s useless for me. Although you are indeed good-looking,.

Yu Zhao Ye: “Have you studied psychology? Well, Cen Lang’s intuition is so sharp; I can’t beat him without being ruthless.”

Jiang Li only asked and didn’t answer, “Are you his friend?”

Yu Zhao Ye saw a persistence in Jiang’s eyes that he didn’t want to expose. “That arrogant guy, Cen Lang, I won’t tell him about our conversation.”

Arrogant enough to hang by a thread in the underground city and still dare to monitor casually, letting bodyguards let people in freely.

Thinking that no one could get close to him served him, right? Are you still advising him to retake his undergraduate degree? You deserve to dig three feet underground to find a caretaker.

Jiang Li wouldn’t believe the promises of strangers: “Why not tell him? You weren’t invited by him, right? There’s nothing you can’t say.”

Yú Zhào Yè: “Because you don’t have criminal intentions towards Cén Làng.” In turn, there are; he helps strangers but not his own.

He rubbed his eyes; he had been looking at the computer all morning, and his eyes were sore, yet he was mentally attacked.

“Rest well; I suggest taking a break for three hours.”

Jiāng was still apprehensive; this place is too dangerous. He doesn’t know what kind of help Cén Làng has. He doesn’t have the strength for another confrontation; he needs a break.

In the next three hours, Cén Làng came in every half hour to check on the situation and make sure Jiāng didn’t need to go to the sanatorium.

Jiang Li felt guilty, but for the stability of his cub, he endured lying for three hours. With an Alpha nearby, he could smell a bit of pheromones.

“I’m going back to school.” Jiang Li’s face returned to normal, bidding farewell to Cén Làng.

Cén Làng: “I’m sorry.”

Jiang Li: “Huh?”

Cén Làng smiled. “Don’t say you didn’t figure out my identity. I apologize for hurting you inadvertently.”

Jiang Li: “It’s okay.”

“Are you afraid?” Cén Làng looked at Jing Li with interest. “Affected by my pheromone storm, it must have been painful.”

Jiāng Li: “It’s not painful once it’s over.” Cén Làng: “Not afraid I might accidentally…”

Jiang Li: “An Alpha who locks himself in the underground city when he loses control won’t do anything accidentally.” “That’s hard to say.” Cén Làng pressed a button on his watch, and a flying vehicle descended, landing on the roof slowly. “I’ll take you back to school.”

Jiāng Li initially wanted to refuse, but the flying vehicle would only take ten minutes for a round trip; it was effortless for Cén Làng. “Thank you.”

In the next few days, Cén Làng was busy dealing with the aftermath of the underground city, interrogating about a dozen spies captured, and announcing externally that a new therapy had been found.

Following the thread of soothing agents, Cén Làng caught an external branch of the Cén family and a mortal enemy of the military who colluded.

Before Cén Làng had done much on his side, news came from the space force that his adversary defected from the federation, taking two confidants and piloting three S-class warships towards the Ames Federation, and in the middle, they even seized a plantation star.

The sign of occupation on a planet is setting up communication stations, forming an interstellar communication network. Unoccupied ones are called desolate stars; the first warship must rely on the driver’s experience to land, and the second ship, with navigation, becomes simpler.

Cén Làng remembered the plantation star that was taken over. The soil and sunlight conditions were excellent, and the tomatoes grown there were large and sweet. The good news was that there were no managers on the plantation at the time, so there was no need to rescue hostages. The bad news was that he couldn’t take revenge for the stolen tomatoes.

Cén Làng immediately returned to the space force. Before leaving, he thought of something and made a phone call to the principal of the Third Military Academy.

“Is the free cante

en ready? “

Principal Zhang was furious: “I thought you called me in the middle of the night to discuss military deployment with me.”

Cén Làng: “You’re overthinking it.”

Principal Zhang: “The canteen opens tomorrow; get out of Earth immediately.”

Cén Làng put away his phone, thought for a moment,. >>”