Chapter 35 2/2

Assistant: “My stepfather is infertile; my biological father is irresponsible and addicted to gambling. My mom kicked him out during her pregnancy and married my stepfather. I took half a month off work because my stepfather fell and broke his leg while going downstairs to buy groceries, and I took care of him by his bedside.”

“Very well.”

Everything matched. My biological father disappeared during the pregnancy, and my stepfather, who couldn’t have children due to a storm syndrome, grew up to be a filial son. The family of three lived harmoniously.

Zhou Qingyuan expressed satisfaction: “If Cen Lang comes over, you’ll be in charge. Remember to appropriately disclose your father’s situation, and you’ll get a bonus.”

The assistant was puzzled but hesitated for only a second—disrespect for money was out of the question. “Okay!”

Three days after the sensitive period, Cen Lang wanted to see Jiang Li before going on a business trip. Near dinner time, he went to the free canteen to try his luck and wait for a chance encounter.

Third Military Medical College Experimental Building.

Jiang Li appeared in Wang Xuning’s laboratory. Things happened hastily last time, and he had moved the experimental materials, but some personal items were still in the storage locker.

When he entered, others warmly called him “Senior Brother” and asked him questions. Now, they all looked at each other, creating a somewhat awkward atmosphere. Some might think that Jiang Li caused them to change mentors halfway.

Jiang Li walked through the corridor without paying much attention, heading to his storage locker.

He used to sincerely guide his junior colleagues on experiments and research ideas while Wang Xuning relaxed in his office. Jiang Li had a clear conscience, and he didn’t care about what others thought.

Jiang Li opened the storage locker, took out his belongings, and stuffed them into his bag—hat, mask, coat… the coat.

The one he brought from the underground city was Cen Lang’s coat.

Jiang Li’s breath suddenly tightened. He guiltily stuffed the coat into the bag and quickly ran back to the dorm. He climbed onto his bed, pulled the curtain tight, blushing, and unfolded Cen Lang’s coat. He took a small sip.

There is no scent of pheromones.

Even if the scent of the Alpha from the underground city was intense, it couldn’t linger on a piece of clothing for so long.

He should have known, but he still used the excuse of clearing the locker to take out Cen Lang’s coat.

After three days without seeing Cen Lang, the second wave of pheromone dependence struck fiercely.

Because he had always met Alphas before, Jiang didn’t know how strong dependence could be. It was strong enough for him to do something irrational, like think about Cen Lang’s coat.

Jiang Li calmed down, pressing the useless coat under the pillow, got out of bed, and found pills to alleviate pheromone dependence.

The label read, “Take after meals.”

Jiang Li went to the canteen and ordered a bowl of fried sauce noodles.

In the recent upgrade of the free canteen, almost every window had chefs from various cuisines, thanks to a generous donation from an alum. A tray was placed in front of him—fast food, two meats, one vegetable, and one soup.

Next, Cen Lang sat down in front of him, naturally saying, “I have a long-term mission to go out. I’m letting you know; if you have anything, contact Wang Wang.”

Jiang Li tightened his chopsticks, not expecting Cen Lang to appear suddenly. He hadn’t taken the pills yet, and he desperately needed Cen Lang’s pheromones. Jiang Li pinched his thigh, calmly saying, “Wish you success.”

He lowered his head, but he could still see, with his peripheral vision, that Cen Lang’s coat today matched the one he had stolen—a series.

Thinking about what he had done in the dorm earlier, Jiang Li suddenly choked on the fried sauce noodles, coughing violently.

“Cough, cough, cough, cough—” Jiang Li covered his mouth, awkwardly put down the chopsticks, bent over, so as not to affect others’ appetites.

Cen Lang hurried over, patting his back. “Can you choke on noodles?” I was really worried about leaving.

Jiang Li wanted to push him away, keep his distance, or really lean over to inhale some pheromones. However, the smell of disinfectant had already spread to his nose. Jiang Li closed his eyes and breathed deeply.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah.”

Cen Lang sat back in his original place, offering Jiang a bowl of seaweed spare rib soup. “It’s free again. Why eat fried sauce noodles without soup? Drink it; I haven’t touched it.”

He would request that the fried sauce noodle window be forced to serve soup.

“Thank you.” Jiang Li took the spoon; the soup was light, suitable for a throat that had just been choked. He sipped it slowly, unaware that the corners of his eyes were red.

Watching Jiang Li, Cen Lang wanted to remember every detail of his expression. Taking a photo and bringing it on a business trip, Dr. Xiao Jiang would definitely not agree.

Jiang Li’s face was red, his ears were red, and his eyes were moist. He obediently drank the soup given by Cen Lang. Cen Lang noticed that Jiang Chuan still stole glances at him; the look, inexplicable, seemed to have a sticky…

…

An electronic monitoring device was worn on the arm, and an unexpected electric shock was released.

Cen Lang, unexpectedly shocked, trembled his right arm, holding chopsticks, and the chopsticks slipped a bit.

He quickly recovered, but Jiang Fu’s gaze had already fallen on his arm. “Is your arm injured?”

Cen Lang denied, “No.”

Jiang Li didn’t believe it. “Then roll up your sleeves; let me see.”

Cen Lang pulled a corner of his mouth and said, “This is privacy only my future wife can see.” Jiang Li choked, more certain that he was injured. “Doctors don’t recognize privacy.”

Cen Lang quickly finished his meal, saying, “I’m full; the aircraft is waiting for me; I’ll leave first.”

Jiang Li was a little anxious and stood up, persistently asking his back, “Is it serious? Can you still pilot a warship?”

Cen Lang said, “It’s not serious; it’ll be fine in two days. Land Jing will take over.”

Jiang Li couldn’t completely let go and moved his ankle, wanting to catch up. But Cen Lang walked too fast, and he disappeared in no time.

He sat down, his eyes blank, for a while, took out the pills from his bag, broke one, and swallowed it.

The phone vibrated, and he received a video sent by Cen Lang.

In the background, Cen Lang was in the spacecraft, and he rolled up the sleeve of his right arm, shaking it left and right. [It’s okay.]

Cen Lang had no smile in his eyes, and the inside of his arm revealed an electric shock injury. Why, after the sensitive period, when facing Jiang Li, he couldn’t control himself?

Wanting to cover his lover with his pheromones, not letting other Alphas covet, was possessiveness in the genes of an Alpha.

Cen Lang always knew but never doubted his self-control.

However, today he found that he was so fragile.

Is the monitoring device broken?

If Cen Lang’s pheromone concentration that could harm others was the lowest at 1, usually 0, and when he saw Jiang Li, pheromones would unconsciously leak out, When the detected pheromone concentration exceeded 0.5, the sleeve would discharge a warning.

Cen Lang knew to restrain himself, suppress the thoughts, and reduce them below 0.5.

If not restrained, it would keep rising to 1, and at this point, Cen Lang himself would be aware, controlling the attack range of pheromones and limiting the storm within a two-meter radius around him.

Controllable, but not so controllable. This meant that Jiang Li couldn’t get too close to him. Holding hands was definitely not enough distance. He always couldn’t control the urge to give Jiang Li a lot of pheromones.

Even a conversation was impossible.

Cen Lang wiped his face.

Was it because he had been too relaxed recently, and his self-control had slackened? The spacecraft quickly took him to the spaceship launch base, where Lu Jing had arrived first and was already waiting for him.

“Let’s go.”

Both of them had little luggage, and they boarded the ship with solemn expressions.

The staff responsible for connecting the spacecraft asked nervously, “Is the second interstellar war about to break out? Why do Cen Lang and the commander, the two strongest combat capabilities of the empire, both look so serious?”

Cen Lang: “You’re thinking too much.”

It was just two top Alphas who couldn’t see their wives leaving Earth gloomily.