Chapter 63 2/2

“Extremely difficult.

Jiang Li: “Okay.”

Wang Tianhu burst into laughter: “In the future, let Gu Yunkai get vaccinated. The kid will definitely dislike this uncle and only like me.”

Gu Yunkai: “I don’t want a one-year-old rich kid holding a grudge against me! Let Li Ruiyun get vaccinated!”

Li Ruiyun: “You can have Chen Liufeng wear a prosthetic mask and do it. He won’t be recognised.”

Chen Liufeng: “That could work, but our school excels in needle techniques, and doesn’t it barely hurt when Jiang Li does it?”

Jiang Li thought for a moment, shook his head, and said, “Let other nurses do it.”

He could calmly give himself injections or even Cen Lang, but when it came to delicate children, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Listening to the commotion below, unsuspecting needle recipient Jiang Wanlan murmured, “…”

So scary—the kid hasn’t even been born yet, and there’s a group of uncles figuring out how to vaccinate him. He wants to invest in inventing an alternative to vaccines!

Friends chatted and laughed, and in the blink of an eye, it was nine o’clock. Jiang Wanlan arranged for a flying vehicle to pick them up and drop them off, along with generous gifts.

Yang Xiaoli thought she had successfully fooled them, but before leaving, she accidentally got separated while going to the restroom. Jiang Wanlan gave her a large red envelope and asked, “Today, Jiang Li was surrounded by a group of people and scared. They said it reminded him of the orphanage. Do you know what happened? I want to avoid such situations in the future.”

Yang Xiaoli was instructed by Jiang Li not to mention anything about mental illness. She lifted her gaze, met Jiang Wanlan’s affectionate and slightly teary eyes, and couldn’t resist confessing that Jiang Li was afraid of becoming the centre of attention on stage.

Ah, why didn’t I say I couldn’t come over? He would rather be interrogated by Cen Lang; even if they exchanged cold glances, at least it wouldn’t lead to this.

Jiang Wanlan suppressed his heartache and said, “Thank you, Xiaoli, thank you.”

Yang Xiaoli scratched her head: “Actually, it’s mainly Jiang Li helping me. He can handle anything alone, and I only need to help him clean up in very rare cases.”

Jiang Wanlan: “What cleanup?”

Yang Xiaoli: “The matter in the underground city.”

Jiang Wanlan: “Oh, you mean the thing where Jiang Li pretended to be a carer in the underground city to treat Cen Lang? Jiang Li is too softhearted.”Yang Xiaoli: “Yes, 50,000 yuan, quite a lot.” “Well, not really; it’s mainly because Jiang Li is kind-hearted. He said he was sure, so I dared to help him.”

Jiang Wanlan sensed a discrepancy with Jiang Li’s version, and Yang Xiaoli emphasised the 50,000 yuan. “Wasn’t the account discovered by Cen Lang?”

Yang Xiaoli: “I used several channels.”

Yang Xiaoli suddenly realised she was sharing her son’s unmarried pregnancy experience with a dad while being an accomplice. She quickly closed her mouth and said, “Uncle, I’m leaving.”

Jiang Wanlan probed: “You don’t even know who is in the underground city; Jiang Li’s courage follows Lu Jing.”

Yang Xiaoli: “Exactly.”

After seeing off his roommate, Jiang Li heard that Yang Xiaoli had been tricked.

After Yang Xiaoli left, the house became quiet, and Jiang Wanlan and Jiang Li locked eyes.

“I remember the regulations at the Third Military Academy; pregnancy is allowed.”

Jiang Wanlan suddenly connected the dots between Jiang Li’s coincidental pregnancy and the risky 50,000 yuan. All of this happened because he lost the child, Jiang Li had no money, and he left a lingering illness.

Jiang Li tried to save face, saying, “I discovered this Alpha with potential in the underground city and decided temporarily.” “I didn’t get pregnant casually.”

Jiang Wanlan’s focus wasn’t originally here, but hearing Jiang Li’s defensive tone, as if caught making a mistake and arguing in front of a father, made him inexplicably amused and saddened.

His baby had assumed a normal family role, and if Jiang Li constantly felt sad and guilty about the past, it would also make Jiang Li feel upset.

So, like an ordinary father, Jiang Wanlan said, “Let’s not make this a habit.”

Jiang Li whispered, “Don’t tell Lu Dad, okay?”

Jiang Wanlan: “Okay.”

Outside the door, Lu Jing: “…”

No, this Cen Lang, his luck is really something.

He took the long way to the front door to pick up Jiang Li’s delivery. It took a while before he returned, holding a stack of books, all related to astrophysics. Because of Cen Lang, Jiang Li changed his hobby from medicine to physics. This guy’s luck is too good.

Hopefully, it stays that way and he comes back soon.

Throughout the entire eight months of pregnancy, Jiang Li self-studied astrophysics. Jiang Wanlan wanted to get him a teacher, but Jiang Li insisted, saying he didn’t really want to change careers.

Jiang Li liked to bring books to Cen Lang’s underground laboratory, activating a tenth of the pheromones. The air was filled with a faint smell of disinfectant, as if Cen Lang were accompanying him as he read.

While self-studying, Jiang Li occasionally glanced at Cen Lang’s coordinates, trying to simulate his flight path. As Cen Lang flew farther away, the intervals between receiving coordinates became longer.

Putting the book down, Jiang Li walked around the laboratory. Because Cen Lang’s pheromone storm had been cured, many of the instruments in here hadn’t been used for a long time. Jiang Li suddenly realised that many of Cen Lang’s pheromone-related tests required him to personally submit samples. Only Cen Lang had used the instruments in this laboratory. Jiang Li suddenly became interested in the experimental records of each instrument.

There were notebooks nearby, and Jiang Li picked them up one by one, with each representing something Cen Lang had done at a certain time.

On the day of Cen Lang’s defence, he used his record book to question Jiang Li’s pregnancy timeline. Today, Jiang Li peeked into a segment of Cen Lang’s time from that record book.

From the font’s state, he inferred Cen Lang’s angry or helpless appearance at that time. Jiang Li felt a bit distressed.

Intentionally or not, Jiang Li left the information extraction device for last. It was the instrument Cen Lang had used most recently. After looking through the others, Jiang Li picked up that one.

Turning the pages, there were two torn fragments.

The blank paper was no longer filled with indifferent records but with a hidden love letter.

Jiang Li burst into laughter.

It had been two months since he last spoke to Cen Lang. This letter seemed like a deliberate surprise left for him, knowing that he would feel lonely at some point.

“Jiang Li loves Cen too much.”

Seeing Cen Lang’s pressed fingerprints, Jiang Li’s smile became more restrained.

Rubbing his belly, Jiang Li said, “Kid, bless your dad to come back on time; otherwise, we’ll use this name.” Jiang Li packed up his things, put the record book in his bag, and the full nine months of pregnancy entered the so-called due date.

Jiang Li saw Lu Jing waiting for him at the door and whispered, “Dad, can we have a dog?” Lu Jing pondered and said, “Do retired military dogs like it?” Jiang Li: “Yes, and we also need a doghouse.”

Lu Jing understood, “As big as one that can house a person?”

Jiang Li: “Yes.”