Chapter 50 1/2

Jiang Wanlan doesn’t want Lu Jing to be kept in the dark after hearing the truth; he doesn’t want to become the only one unaware. Jiang Li doesn’t want Cen Lang to reveal the truth to Lu’s dad either.

Everyone knows smoking is just an excuse; it depends on whether one can control their Alpha. It seems quite manageable.

As soon as Jiang Li speaks, especially in unison with his dad, his ears turn red. Jiang Wanlan and Lu Jing used to be a couple, but he and Cen Lang aren’t, yet they say the same things.

As Jiang Li stands up, Cen Lang anticipates his purpose and hands over his backpack.

Opening the backpack, Jiang Li takes out a fine needle, carefully sterilizing it. “Dad, rest your chin on the back of the chair or lie on the bed, exposing the back of your neck.”

Jiang Wanlan glimpses the glinting needle, about three inches long, and swallows nervously. Jiang Li is very efficient in certain aspects, resembling Lu Jing; he never procrastinates.

Seeing Jiang Wanlan’s tension, Jiang Li asks, “Are you afraid of needles?”

Jiang Wanlan lies on the nearby sofa. “Not afraid.” How can a dad be afraid of this?

Jiang Li, while disinfecting the glands around his neck, gives an example to ease his tension. “I’ve acupunctured Cen Lang before. Ask him; he felt nothing.”

Cen Lang: “That’s right.”

He doesn’t remember at all; it’s not like he felt nothing. Huh… Wasn’t acupuncture a deception to cure his storm syndrome after completely marking Jiang Li?

Is it actually a double effort?

Jiang Li: “I’ve also drawn blood for Lu Dad; didn’t that hurt either?”

Lu Jing: “Hmm.”

Jiang Wanlan is shocked; is he the only one in this family who hasn’t been pricked? “I trust you.”

Jiang Li first palpates, touches Jiang Wanlan’s glands, then disinfects again. The alcohol cotton gently wipes over the fair skin that hasn’t been marked for over twenty years, smooth and delicate, like mother-of-pearl.

After a round of needling, the skin around the glands faintly warms up. Jiang Wanlan closes his eyes, enduring the pricking pain.

Jiang Wanlan glances at Lu Jing, who turns away as if unable to save him.

Cen Lang politely avoids suspicion and goes to the balcony to answer his grandpa’s bombardment of calls.

Cen Wei can’t believe it: “Didn’t the confession fail? How come there are kids now? Don’t tell me this is a trick from Wang Wang!”

Cen Lang raises his eyebrows. “Fake ten times.”

Cen Wei: “Can you afford that? Just take care of this one! Don’t come back home alone. When Jiang Li is willing to introduce you to the parents, then you can come home.”

Cen Wei hangs up, turning to Wang Wang. “How many months has it been?”

Wang Wang: “Six months. The caretakers in the underground city are all madams, not caregivers; they’re basically volunteer workers!”

Cen Wei: “He’s a good kid. He’s actually the long-lost child of Jiang Wanlan. Back then… ah, things happened all at once.”

Wang Wang sees Old Cen reminiscing about the past and quickly says, “Let me tell you again!”

Cen Wei: “Fine.”

“Okay, stay still for five minutes; I’ll remove the needles.” Jiang Li instructs Jiang Wanlan not to move and tells Lu Jing, “Dad, help keep time; watch him.”

Lu Jing: “Hmm.”

Jiang Li wants to leave them alone for a while and goes to the balcony to breathe in the fresh air after the rain.

Cen Lang takes out his phone, closes the balcony door, and asks, “Dr. Xiao Jiang, how did you acupuncture me?” Jiang Li: “Didn’t you understand last time when my hand was injured?”

Cen Lang points to his neck. “I’m asking about here. Why do I have several red spots when I woke up?” “Did I bite you?”

Jiang Li lowers his voice. “I didn’t bite you at all!” How dare he say that? There’s no morality in bed! He’s just an animal in human clothing.

Cen Lang: “Are you so angry that I bit you?” “Where did I bite?”

“On the back of the neck? Or the ear? The mouth?” “I apologize.”

Jiang Li, forced to apologize, says, “No.”

Cen Lang squints; he really doesn’t give any material for imagination. Then he’ll have to imagine what’s under his clothes.

Cen Lang: “Why did you prick me here? I checked online, and it seems to be a closed acupoint.” “Can’t Dr. Xiao Jiang endure it anymore? Want to hastily end the treatment?”

Jiang Li’s face turns red from the questioning. “It’s not a hasty end.”

Cen Lang: “Then how did it end? How does Dr. Xiao Jiang have the energy to go back and do experiments?”

Jiang Li: “I have energy because I drank a lot of military nutritional supplements.”

Cen Lang: “All by yourself?”

Jiang Li nods.

Cen Lang feels a bit distressed; military nutritional supplements taste so bad, he must have vomited.

“I was too much.” “I made you drink so many nutritional supplements; next time, I won’t let you drink any.”

Jiang Li regains his composure. “There won’t be a next time.”

Cen Lang kindly suggests, “Can’t the father be partial to his son?”

Jiang Li: “No.”

Cen Lang: “Can’t you take advantage of your sensitive period?”

Jiang Li recalls the process where Cen Lang induced his pheromones and triggered his heat in the underground city. He blushes all over. “No.”

Cen Lang: “What if I can’t help it during my sensitive period?”

Jiang Li: “You can go to the underground city.”

Cen Lang: “What if I lose control again? Will you come down to accompany me?