Chapter 75 2/2

“Who could refuse the call of their own son?

Jiang Li herded ducks onto the platform, tentatively extending his foot.

Cen Lang: “Step on my back.”

Jiang Li looked at his feet melding with the mud and asked, “Is it necessary?”

Cen Lang: “Not really; I just wanted to help you.”

Jiang Li hesitated, then stepped on Cen Lang’s back.

It was slippery, and he instinctively grabbed Cen Lang’s waist, getting mud all over himself.

Cen Lang saw mud on Jiang Li’s fair chin; his eyes flickered, and he walked to the child.

“Can I put you down?”

“Yeah.”

As the foot descended, sinking slowly to calf level.

Jiang Li stabilised, mud covering his ankles—a novel experience in his twenty years.

Not just twenty years, perhaps in his entire life.

At this moment, a feeling entirely different from the orphanage’s mud engulfed his heart.

The mud beneath him was clean and warm.

Jiang Li incredulously asked, “Is there underfloor heating here?”

Cen Lang: “Afraid the child might catch a cold.”

Jiang Li, jokingly: “Wasting formula, how about you and your son drink nutritional supplements for a few days?”

Cen Lang: “A few days? Can I drink on behalf of my son?”

“No, based on your reflective attitude.” Jiang Li raised a puzzled eyebrow. “I feel like your son, in front of you and me, has two different faces.”

Cen Lang: “Really?”

Jiang Li shrugged. “I learned from you, so spend half a month in the study.”

Cen Lang felt unfairly accused, solely blamed for the child’s antics. “Why is it always me?”

Jiang Li sighed. “In front of Mr. Jiang, you have a different face than in front of Mr. Lu, don’t you?”

Cen Lang remained silent.

Jiang Li chuckled, thinking, as a son, it’s okay to give some credit to Lu Dad.

Cen Lang admitted the guilt but felt that half a month was too much. “Can it be extended to a month?”

Jiang Li:?

Cen Lang: “Sleep in the study every other day; there are still a total of fifteen days; you won’t lose.”

Jiang Li: “Dream on.”

Cen Lang, a bit regretful, says, “Remember to close your window.”

Jiang Li: “No climbing out of windows.”

Cen Lang, unyielding, “Then weld it shut.”

Jiang Li kicked his back in frustration, and the little one happened to be nearby, his innocent face splattered with mud.

Little Jiang gazed at the stars, puzzled.

Jiang Li quickly squatted down, using his fingers to wipe the already dirty face. “Sorry, baby.”

Little one: “It’s okay, Dad.”

Holding a newly dug small ball, he said, “Gift for Dad.”

Jiang Li opened his palm and said, “Thank you, baby.”

“I’ll dig many more!”

Little Jiang turned around, accidentally stepping into the hole created by Dad and losing balance.

Jiang Li instinctively reached out, unaccustomed to moving in the mud, lost balance, and sat in the mud.

But the little one quickly adjusted his position, unharmed.

“Dad!”

The little one and Cen Lang quickly surrounded Jiang Li.

“Is Dad hurt?”

“Are you okay?”

Jiang Li looked at the father and son, who moved so effortlessly in the mud, and sighed silently, wondering how long they had been playing to be this proficient.

“It’s okay; continue digging the small balls.”

“Oh.” The little one climbed into Dad’s arms, imprinting the mud on his face.

Jiang Li froze, wanting to wipe it off, but with muddy hands. He grabbed his shirt collar, attempting to clean it.

Without a mirror, unable to see where the mud was, he inadvertently ended up with a muddy, but artistically messy, face.

“Anything else?” Jiang Peng sought help from Cen Lang.

Cen Lang: “No.”

On the other side, the little one was digging balls too enthusiastically. Black Wind served as his cushion several times, but even the military dog couldn’t endure it. It ran ashore, vigorously shaking off the mud.

Jiang Li quickly turned around, pressing his forehead against Cen Lang’s chest to avoid the flying mud.

Cen Lang raised his hand, shielding Jiang Li’s head.

Little Jiang, adeptly facing away from the Black Wind, held onto his head.

Dependent on themselves.

Neither of the two dads remembered the kid.

Jiang Li, with closed eyes, asked, “Is Black Wind done shaking off?”

Cen Lang, looking at his dirty wife, suddenly reacted.

He lowered his head to check his pants; luckily, due to too much mud and the thickness of the combat suit, the marks were not too obvious.

He enjoyed teasing Dr. Jiang a bit, but some thoughts… like wanting to get Jiang Li dirty. seemed a bit twisted.

“Done shaking off,” Cen Lang said nonchalantly.

However, Jiang Li detected the scent of his antiseptic-like pheromones.

After being together for so long, he knew the correlation between pheromone concentration and Cen Lang’s physical state like the back of his hand.

This is…?

Jiang Li incredulously looked at Cen Lang and said, “You—”

Cen Lang: “I just thought you might want antiseptics, nothing else.”

Jiang Li: “Then why hide it?”

Cen Lang: “You misunderstood.”

Jiang Li whispered, “We’re married; you can speak the truth.”

Cen Lang blurted out the truth: “I… want to get you dirty.”

He softened the wording a bit.

Jiang Li, after hearing it, slapped him with a muddy hand and said, “Beauty treatment!”