Chapter 41 2/2

“Whenever I meet them, they are all delivered in test tubes.”

Jiang Li: “Omega’s pheromones must be very pleasant, right?”

Cen Lang: “I think it’s similar to the perfumes on the production line.”

Jiang Li emphasizes: “I don’t have pleasant pheromones.”

Cen Lang: “Neither do I.”

Jiang Li thinks to himself, and you do.

The pomegranate-scented pheromones in the air suddenly intensify, and Jiang Li suddenly realizes that it might not be from Cen Lang buying pomegranates but possibly from the neighboring room.

Next door is the Omega painter. He mentioned in the morning that his sensitive period had just passed. Logically, even if there’s a slight overflow, Jiang Li shouldn’t be able to smell it through several walls.

Jiang Li: “Can I give two to our neighbor? He really likes pomegranates.”

Cen Lang: “Sure.”

Jiang Li picks up two, but he can only hold one with one hand. Cen Lang puts down the knife, helps him open the door, and sees Jiang Li walking straight to the opposite door, ringing the doorbell.

The person on the other side happens to be leaving, with rosy cheeks. “Dr. Jiang.”

“I’m giving you two pomegranates; thank you for your painting.” “Thank you.”

Jiang Li casually asks, “Where are you going?”

The Omega painter named Yuan Hua happily says, “My boyfriend is coming to pick me up for a road trip. I might not be home for a month.”

Jiang Li looks at the painter’s neck gland. The small patch of skin is red and hot, but not in a normal sensitive period state.

“Have you taken any medicine recently?”

“No, oh, I often stay up late painting. My boyfriend gave me a bottle of deep-sea fish oil. It smells fishy, and I don’t usually eat it.” Yuan Hua is like a qualified patient who tells everything to the doctor, eager to be precise about what he had for breakfast.

Jiang Li politely says, “Can I take a look?”

“Sure!” Yuan Hua puts down his luggage, stuffs the two pomegranates into his backpack, and then rushes into the house, taking out a bottle of fish oil from the bedroom. “Here it is; he said it’s expensive.”

Jiang Li shakes the bottle, then opens it, fans the air with his fingers from the bottle mouth, and frowns instantly, screwing it back on. “Don’t take it anymore.”

“Yuan Hua, are you ready?” A refined voice comes from an Alpha walking up the stairs. “Stop chatting; I parked temporarily and came up.”

“Coming, coming,” Yuan Hua says.

Jiang Li feels that his gaze is a bit sinister, as if threatening him not to interfere. Thinking of Cen Lang behind the door, Jiang Li looks over without fear.

This time it’s not like in the restaurant where he worked part-time, seeing an Omega being led into a private room by an Alpha, helpless and only able to stimulate oneself into heat, using pheromones to cause impotence.

Jiang Li coldly says, “The fish oil you gave to Yuan Hua, why does it contain gland-separation medicine?”

A drug commonly used in clinics is taken before gland removal to make the gland swell and the lesion cut more completely. Because the gland is crucial, the drug is made very bitter and fishy to prevent accidental ingestion. Someone actually packaged it in fish oil to deceive people into taking it.

Jiang Li: “Are you sure you’re taking him on a road trip and not planning to dig out his glands and abandon the body in the wilderness?”

“Mind your own business!” The Alpha’s eyes suddenly darkened. He strides up the stairs fiercely and extends a hand, intending to push Jiang Li down and forcefully take the pale-faced Yuan Hua away.

“Ah—”

The Alpha, who was aggressive a second ago, is kicked down the stairs by Cen Lang. He probably never figured out why a top-tier Alpha suddenly appeared in an ordinary residential building!

Jiang Li wisely pushes Yuan Hua into the house. Indeed, the next second, the continuous screams of the Alpha are heard.

Cen Lang looks at Jiang Li, quickly takes care of the trash, packs it up and sends it to the investigation bureau, and comes back. “It’s okay.” Yuan Hua, who was scared silly, murmurs, “He… he wanted my glands?” Jiang Li: “Yes.”

Due to the increasing emphasis on pheromone compatibility nowadays, it has become a cure-all, and even infertility is attributed to low compatibility. Some people want it all, wanting both free love, a wealthy marriage, and high compatibility. They want to transplant the omega glands with high compatibility with their husbands into themselves for dual gland action.

This Alpha is well-dressed and highly compatible with Yuan Hua, making it easy to gain Yuan Hua’s favor. But he probably already has a marriage partner and only wants Yuan Hua’s glands.

Jiang Li doesn’t say it too explicitly.

Yuan Hua has figured it out himself, looking at Jiang Li with gratitude and fear. “Thank you! Without you, I would have been in trouble.”

Jiang Li: “Have some pomegranate to calm down, then go to the hospital for a check-up.”

Yuan Hua quickly takes out two pomegranates and holds them in his arms, teary-eyed. “Okay.”

Luckily, he gave Jiang Li a pomegranate picture, so Jiang doctor returned two pomegranates to him and stopped him from doing something stupid. But Cen Lang doesn’t see it that way. Jiang Li’s sudden gift of pomegranates is awkward; combined with the pheromones of pomegranate he later smelled, Jiang Li should have smelled it, which is why he found an excuse to check.

Jiang Li, a Beta, can smell pheromones.

Having been together for so many days, why couldn’t he smell the disinfectant on himself?

Cen Lang immediately denies it. The sense of smell of a top-tier Alpha is quite sensitive, and Jiang Li should have smelled it before him and even more effectively.

Although Jiang Li can clearly smell it, he pretends not to know. Why? Is he a Beta or an Omega?

Cen Lang suddenly catches the fleeting clue from the last time—setting the plate, waiter, restaurant, green tea-scented pheromones didn’t work for him but briefly relieved him.

He was misled by the note Jiang Li left, always thinking it was the short-term effect of a soothing agent. However, Dr. Xiao Jiang never said that the soothing agent was effective; he just told him not to use it.

The day he met Lin Lu, Jiang Li was working as a waiter in that restaurant. He only felt relief when he encountered Jiang Li. He didn’t come into contact with any waiters, and the only thing that could be delivered across space was pheromones. Before he left, it seemed he might have seen an Omega with a transparent suppressor patch.

To verify is simple: Jiang Li goes to work; he can’t keep outsourcing accounts forever. The restaurant’s card number for paying Jiang Li must be under Jiang Li’s real name.

Cen Lang instructs his assistant to check immediately.

Then, in a complex mood, he looks at Jiang Li. Why hide the fact that he’s an Omega?

Is acupuncture also fake?

Is he really using pheromones?

If Jiang Li is really an Omega, why can’t he smell even a trace of Jiang Li’s pheromones?

Cen Lang speaks in a dumb voice: “Why did you suddenly think of giving someone pomegranates?” Shouldn’t the things he gave be rotten like tomatoes?

Jiang Li, taking advantage of the things Yuan Hua gave him, flips over the pomegranate picture: “Because he gave me a pomegranate picture, and I really liked it, so I thought of returning the favor.”

Cen Lang stares at the “many children, many blessings” signature on it, his eyes slightly dim. Dr. Xiao Jiang is nervous.

“Let’s have dinner.”

Cen Lang scoops the food out of the pot. “Eat more meat, and eat more vegetables.” Cen Lang doesn’t immediately confront him. While washing the dishes, he receives the ironclad evidence sent by his assistant.

I am still not immediately confronting him. After Jiang Li enters the house, he opens his phone and searches for Omega pregnancy precautions.

Previously, he only knew about betas. To catch Dr. Xiao Jiang’s oversight, he must arm himself with medical knowledge so as not to be fooled.

“Pregnancy with three episodes of pheromone dependence?” Cen Lang is stunned, suddenly thinking of some scenes where Jiang Li secretly smelled pheromones while painting the battleship.

The cute Dr. Xiao Jiang.

So cute.

Cen Lang almost couldn’t control his pheromones.

Then… don’t control them.

Jiang Li needs his pheromones; the more, the better.

“Let’s take a walk after dinner.”

The two go downstairs, and Cen Lang controls his pheromone cloud to be the highest concentration within two meters, then follows Jiang Li, hovering around him.

Jiang Li has never smelled such a strong concentration of pheromones outside the underground city. Cen Lang has always been very restrained. He follows Cen Lang carefully and greedily, driven by a strong instinct.

Cen Lang goes left; he goes left; Cen Lang goes right; he goes right. When Cen Lang stops, Jiang Li looks up at the sky, holding his stomach.

Cen Lang slightly expands. Is this the feeling of a family head making a decision?