Chapter 102, 2/2

Jiang Li gave the medical advice with a serious expression.

Jiang Wanlan, who was originally very composed, blushed.

With the speakerphone on, Jiang Wanlan heard Cen Lang ask, “Shouldn’t it be disinfected?”

So Jiang Li added, “Yes, the wound should be disinfected.”

Jiang Wanlan’s face turned even redder.

As for Lu Jing… He was as passionate as ever.

Jiang Wanlan hadn’t been intimate with Lu Jing for over twenty years. It was hard to say if they were more like inexperienced youngsters or an old house catching fire.

Bang—

No one was innocent when the bed collapsed.

Mr. Jiang had never had a bed collapse on him in his life. He hadn’t even left a dent in a genuine leather sofa.

Jiang Wanlan interpreted Lu Jing’s embarrassment in another way, perhaps thinking he was being too reckless.

He angrily got up, found a robe from the closet, and directed Lu Jing to move the bedding: “It’s definitely because this bed is too low-quality!”

“I told you to oversee the renovation yourself instead of outsourcing it!”

“We got scammed, didn’t we?”

Lu Jing found the broken wooden part. It was a joint, and the joint had not been properly done. After five years, it suddenly gained weight and snapped.

Where was the promised solid wood bed?

“You can’t use your name to settle this with the contractor,” Jiang Wanlan fumed.

Not allowing the use of General Lu’s name meant dealing with endless haggling.

Jiang Wanlan knew how to handle Lu Jing.

The interior and exterior furnishings were all contracted to a renovation company. Lu Jing found the contact details from back then and called.

A sweet-voiced customer service representative answered.

Lu Jing: “I contracted a full renovation with your company five years ago, and today the bed collapsed. The contract said it would be solid wood, but the broken part doesn’t look like it. I demand a replacement.”

Customer service, after listening, said, “How could it break? We’ve never had such a case.”

Lu Jing: “It just broke.”

Customer service: “You mentioned it was unoccupied for five years. Could there be termites that hollowed out the furniture, making the cross-section look like particle board?”

Lu Jing: “There are no termites.”

Customer service: “You can send us the wood, and our technician will inspect it.”

“How long will it take?”

“We’ll provide results within a month.”

Lu Jing rarely haggled with people, especially not halfway through a night in bed, and he was furious.

Jiang Wanlan, having enjoyed enough of the show, felt sorry for Lu Jing and took the phone: “Tell your manager to expect my lawyer and some reporters.”

He hung up and looked at Lu Jing.

Lu Jing: “I heard it had a good reputation.”

Jiang Wanlan: “Yes, I’m hungry.”

Lu Jing: “What do you want to eat?”

Jiang Wanlan: “Whatever is available.”

Lu Jing: “How about noodles?”

Jiang Wanlan was actually having trouble standing, but he managed to make his way to the sofa in the living room and lay down carefully, afraid that the sofa might have issues too.

Lu Jing, not in the best of moods, made a call while preparing the meal.

Before long, the renovation company’s boss personally called to apologise and offered to replace all the furniture.

Lu Jing coldly replied, “Refund.”

As he was cooling the noodles, he found some iodine for disinfecting and carefully disinfected the back of Jiang Wanlan’s neck.

Due to the unique physiology of Alphas and Omegas, Alpha saliva can disinfect glands without introducing other bacteria, generally preventing infection.

But since Jiang Li had advised it, the two fathers followed the instructions.

Lu Jing noticed needle marks around the gland and found it amusing.

Jiang Wanlan had always been afraid of needles, but he didn’t make a sound when his son administered the injection.

There is always something else to kerb.

Jiang Wanlan hadn’t experienced a complete susceptibility period in over twenty years and was somewhat unfamiliar with it.

He initially thought he could handle Lu Jing throughout, but by the next day, he didn’t want to think or have the energy to tease Lu Jing. Lu Jing could do as he pleased.

He thought maybe he still needed inhibitors to control Lu Jing.

After the susceptibility period passed, Jiang Wanlan, who typically didn’t learn from experience, told Lu Jing, “When Jiang Li’s baby turns two, take me on a tour of Zhu Lu Xing.”

Lu Jing: “There’s no scenery there.”

Only sandstorms and the Sea of Death, with no colourful plants or animals. Even General Lu lived in simple quarters.

Jiang Wanlan: “I know. I want to see where you live.”

If possible, he also wanted to live there for a while. A place where someone has lived alone for twenty years must be filled with traces of the past.

Little by little, he’d retrieve the past.

Jiang Wanlan frowned. “If we go there two years later, will all the traces be gone?”

Would the new commander, who would take over after Lu Jing stepped down from the Space Force to join the Army, erase Lu Jing’s traces?

Lu Jing: “No, he’ll be assigned a new place to live.”

Only one regiment was stationed there, and the area was vast. Lu Jing lived by the Sea of Death, where hardly anyone ventured. The new commander would likely choose a completely different spot.

Jiang Wanlan: “So, you mean you lived in that entire area alone?”

Wouldn’t that mean every rock had been touched by Lu Jing alone?

Lu Jing: “Uh, and Cen Lang.”

Jiang Wanlan: “…”

Thinking of Cen Lang constantly pestering Lu Jing and expressing his love for Jiang Li, he could already imagine traces of his son-in-law everywhere.

Annoying!