Chapter 105 1/2

Little Jiang Wangxing wasn’t easily fooled, but Dad had said not to pester strangers to see things.

He stood barefoot on the chair, tiptoed to hug Dad’s shoulder, and whispered, “Dad, I want a military knife.”

“Give Dad a hand-cutting watermelon,” Jiang Wangxing offered.

Jiang Li suspected that his son must have seen the scene of Cen Lang chopping branches on the tree in his dreams; otherwise, why would he be so interested?

“No, that’s a controlled knife; kids can’t play with it, not even Dad can.”

“Why can Uncle?”

“Uncle is a soldier; he can also have a gun. Look, Dad doesn’t have a gun.”

Jiang Wangxing curiously looked around, as if looking for a gun on Cen Lang’s body.

“Uncle is so cool.”

Cen Lang had been learning gun assembly and shooting since he was seven and never thought of showing off, but now he really wanted to take out the gun and perform a blindfolded assembly on the spot.

Would the little one and his dad be amazed?

When Cen Lang realised his childish idea, he had already put his hand on the gun. His expression was deep.

If it were an interstellar fugitive seeing Cen Lang’s move, they would have thought about their last words within a second and died within three seconds.

Cough.

Cen Lang pretended to search for a lighter in his pocket to cover up his action.

Jiang Li also saw it but pretended not to notice. He began to doubt and hoped that Jiang Wangxing would not interact too much with Cen Lang.

Jiang Li held the child on his lap, facing himself so he couldn’t see Cen Lang, and whispered, “Dad can give you lots of syringes to play with water. Everyone has different professions, and when you grow up, you’ll have your own tools.”

“Okay, Dad.”

Jiang Li “shushed” and said, “Be quiet on public transportation.”

Seeing the father and son whispering, Cen Lang felt extremely suffocated as Jiang Li kept him out with strong vigilance.

It felt like being an Alpha in his forties, divorced, unloved by his wife, and distant from his son.

Was he not looking like a good person?

Cen Lang had commanded many extreme rescue missions, and those who were rescued later said they felt relieved when they saw Cen Lang leading the team, strong and just.

Maybe it was because of the military uniform during the search and rescue missions. The problem was that he was currently wearing a combat uniform, which was also military attire, right?

In front of Omega, the peacock-like display is probably an Alpha instinct. Unconsciously, Cen Lang sat upright, trying to attract Jiang Li’s attention.

Jiang Li remained indifferent, his gaze cold.

Attraction failed.

Unable to display the knife or gun, Cen Lang took out the walkie-talkie from his pocket and made some small movements to attract the child.

The walkie-talkie first emitted a beep.

Jiang Wangxing was easily hooked. Nestled in his father’s arms, he tilted his head slightly, burying half of his face in Jiang Li’s clothes; his left eye closed against his dad, while his right eye, wide open, met Cen Lang’s gaze.

Both sides were eager to communicate something with their eyes.

Cen Lang, with his deep scheming, pretended to be repairing the walkie-talkie.

The walkie-talkie, worth tens of thousands, integrated multiple functions. He directly opened the back cover by hand, disassembling the components one by one and arranging them on the chair from large to small.

Jiang Wangxing watched intently.

Cen Lang focused on dismantling the device, then reassembled it after taking it apart completely.

During this process, he cleverly interacted with the child.

First, he assembled the outer shell, frowning as if troubled, and his finger hesitated between two pieces.

Then he made eye contact with the little one, pointing at the two pieces and silently asking which one should be installed first.

This one?

Or this one?

When pointing to the left piece, Jiang Wangxing blinked and nodded slightly.

Cen Lang picked up the left piece and smoothly installed it.

This kid had a good memory.

Cen Lang gave a thumbs-up.

Jiang Wangxing rubbed against his dad.

Jiang Li enjoyed the scenery outside, avoiding small talk with other passengers. The cable car was for sightseeing, circling the mountain for a long time.

Cen Lang and the child secretly cooperated under his nose, completing the repair of the walkie-talkie together.

Without tools, Cen Lang dismantled the device violently. Although the parts were returned to their original positions, they were actually all disconnected, so they couldn’t be used at all.

Cen Lang wore a satisfied expression of “fixed it” as he tucked the walkie-talkie back in.

Jiang Wangxing excitedly rubbed against his dad again, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

Cen Lang noticed that the child wore the latest model of a location-tracking anklet, with the core dial shaped like a panda and the band made of thin green bamboo, looking adorable. Jiang Wangxing’s cuteness doubled when paired with it.

Jiang Wangxing’s clothes didn’t show any brand, but the fabric was soft and the cut was appropriate. Jiang Li didn’t buy fancy doll-shaped outfits; Jiang Wangxing was too active, and such outfits would hinder his movement.

“He’s a father who loves his child very much,” Cen Lang thought, feeling somewhat jealous of a certain unfamiliar Alpha.

If he had such a good wife, he wouldn’t let her take the child out for activities alone.

Ding—the cable car circled the mountain and finally returned to the foot of the mountain.

Jiang Li breathed a sigh of relief, pretending to be blind all the way. Finally,  they could part ways.

The cable car was about thirty centimetres above the ground. Cen Lang took the lead in jumping off with Jiang Li’s backpack. When Jiang Li came out carrying the child, he helped him.

When their hands touched, Jiang Li’s face changed. How could he forget the touch of someone grabbing his wrist three years ago? It was too similar; the voice, height, breath, and even the callus were in the same place, which is impossible to deny.

After Jiang Li steadied himself, Cen Lang helped take out the “climbing pole” again.

Cen Lang: “I flew over with my aircraft. Can I give you a ride back along the way?”

Jiang Li’s mind was a mess. You haven’t even asked where I live; how can it be on your way?

Jiang Wangxing chimed in, “Uncle, what colour is your aircraft?”

Cen Lang: “It’s black.”