Chapter 107 2/2

Using one foot, he placed the glass under the water dispenser and pressed the switch.

Cen Lang saw that there was only a warm water switch on the dispenser, which couldn’t scald, so he sat on the sofa, enjoying his quasi-son’s filial piety.

Jiang Wangxing handed the first cup to his dad and the second cup to his uncle, clapped his hands, picked up his own cup with a straw, and drank the sugar water his dad had brewed in the afternoon, slightly sweet, needing careful tasting to appreciate the flavour.

Sitting on the floor, leaning against the sofa and Cen Lang’s thigh, Jiang Wangxing held the large cup, his eyelashes drooping, drinking water earnestly.

Cen Lang didn’t dare to move at all, afraid that even a slight movement would choke the little kid.

He looked for Jiang Li’s figure and saw him bending over, flipping through the pages of a book, drying the important pages, and reprinting the rest.

Jiang Li reading had a unique cold temperament, something the little kid didn’t inherit much of.

Jealousy flared up in Cen Lang’s heart. Didn’t that mean the other dad’s personality traits were more inherited, implying that the other dad was probably not a bad person?

Even if the other party appeared, Cen Lang still thought the kid was adorable to death.

It was said that in ancient times, some Alphas without descendants would also participate in raising the offspring in the clan.

Cen Lang was convinced that he had recently expressed relevant genes, triggering adrenaline and hormones… No, wait!

Cen Lang sniffed the air hard but didn’t smell anything, yet the heat in his body intensified.

Just by looking at Jiang Li, he… had a reaction?

Wasn’t this equivalent to barging into someone’s house and being a hooligan?!

He would be vetoed by everyone!

Cen Lang quickly grabbed a pillow and placed it on his lap, desperately trying to recall calming thoughts.

But it didn’t help.

Jiang Li walked over, his gaze lingering on the sofa, as if looking for something. Cen Lang was worried that he would lift the pillow and quickly stood up to bid farewell.

The little kid leaning against his leg immediately staggered.

Jiang Li quickly stepped forward, squatting down to support Jiang Wangxing.

He raised his eyes and saw Cen Lang’s thin trousers, stunned, subconsciously reaching for his own neck.

Having spent too much time with his Alpha, who had completely marked him, the sensitive period he had always relied on suppressants to handle had come earlier!

Cen Lang looked down at Jiang Li’s movements from above, his shock, contemplation, realisation, and evasion.

In an instant, he reacted.

It was Jiang Li’s sensitive period that caused his hooliganism.

And Jiang Li’s pheromones turned out to be odourless!

Cen Lang didn’t bother to conceal it anymore. “Do you have any suppressants?”

Jiang Li blushed; not controlling his pheromones properly was very impolite. He tried to get up to fetch the medicine box from the drawer, but under Cen Lang’s gaze, he couldn’t muster the strength.

“The medicine box is in the drawer.”

“Cen Lang hurried over and found two inhibitors. He broke the seal and injected a dose directly into his arm.

The icy liquid entered his veins. As it spread through the bloodstream, the body’s heat subsided somewhat, but the mental fervour remained unabated.

Cen Lang tore open an inhibitor patch, knelt behind Jiang Li, brushed aside the stray hair on his nape, and applied it over the gland to prevent pheromone leakage.

There’s no need to use inhibitors as soon as the sensitive period begins; it’s not good for the body.

With a heated palm pressed against the gland through the inhibitor patch, Jiang Li let out a muffled groan and nearly collapsed to the ground.

Jiang Wangxing held the straw cup and reacted quickly, swiftly getting up and saying, “Dad, I’ll call Uncle Yang right away!”

Yang Xiaoli, a single-minded individualist obsessed with hacking the firewall of the Amis Federation, could even abstain from food and drink. Upon learning that Jiang Li’s pheromones could cause impotence, he voluntarily requested to take a few hits, boosting his career as an impotent man.

Even the nanny couldn’t completely let go of her grudges. During Jiang Li’s sensitive periods, she only sought Yang Xiaoli’s help to take care of the little cub.

Whenever Dad’s cheeks turned red with fever, Jiang Wangxing knew whom to turn to.

Cen Lang was insanely jealous. Who was Uncle Yang to Jiang Li during his sensitive period? Why was the cub so proficient at making phone calls? Had he arrived too late?

“No need for others; Uncle Cen can take care of your dad too!” Cen Lang coaxed the cub humbly to put down the phone.

Jiang Wangxing looked at his father, promoting, “Dad, Uncle Cen is strong.”

As if to verify the cub’s words, Cen Lang directly picked up Jiang Li and headed for the bedroom.

The cub followed closely behind like a tail.

Cen Lang laid Jiang Li on the bed and said, “Rest well. I’ll take care of our son tonight.”

Jiang Li closed his moist eyes, took a deep breath, and hoarsely said, “Wangxing, call Uncle Yang.”

“Mr. Cen, you can go back. You don’t need to bother anymore.”

With Cen Lang here, his sensitive period would be intense.

He knew what kind of storm Cen Lang’s pheromones could bring—Omega’s instinct yearning for the strongest Alpha’s embrace.

Cen Lang stood firm like a load-bearing beam, unmoving. Joke: Once he left, his home would collapse.

Maintaining a precarious sanity, she says, “I’ll only take care of the cub, not enter the bedroom, not touch you.”

Jiang Li hesitated for a moment, suddenly realising Cen Lang’s grand intentions towards him. Using the phrase ‘love the house and its crow,’ he suddenly wasn’t sure whether he or his son was the house.

Is Cen Lang jealous of Yang Xiaoli? Ridiculous. How could he explain this?

At this moment, the cub, oblivious, piped up, “Won’t Uncle Cen take care of Dad? Then I’ll find Uncle Yang.”

Jiang Li sighed like a thread in water, “Cub.” Don’t push your dad into the fire pit! “