Chapter 18 2/2

Inside.

Jiang Li opened the envelope, revealing a pure white letter and a faint fragrance. He unfolded it on the table, took out a pen, and said, “You write.”

Cen Lang spoke softly, “I’m not writing a love letter to the logistics director.”

Jiang Li replied, “It doesn’t really look like a love letter.”

Cen Lang, straightforwardly, “Our Alpha team suggests not using scented stationery.”

“Oh.” Jiang Li opened a notebook, tore out a page, and handed it over. Cen Lang took a look, somewhat disappointed; it wasn’t the same type as the one used by caregivers.

Jiang Li smirked slightly; did he still want to test? Too late, he had already changed it.

Cen Lang wanted to compare Jiang Li’s handwriting but realized it was futile. Jiang Li’s writing was neat and elegant, unlike anything he could find in the underground city.

Headache-inducing, he began writing the letter, “Proposal to the Logistics Director Based on Military Needs,” using some fancy language.

Jiang Li, uninterested in his composition, leaned against a nearby cabinet, opened his phone, logged into the library account, and watched the live broadcast of tonight’s anthropology debate.

Outside, the weather was cold, and Jiang Li didn’t want to catch a cold. In the past, he might have attended the event live. He was a special Omega, a genetic trait that might have similar representations in human history.

The live broadcast focused on a student representing the O-series society.

He confidently stated, “In ancient times, Omega pheromones were not solely calming; they had a certain level of aggression. Especially during pregnancy or while raising offspring, Omega pheromones exhibited strong aggression, even rejecting the approach of their Alpha!”

Comments scrolled by, “Well said, keep it up.”

Cen Lang noticed Jiang Li wasn’t paying attention to him. He quickly put down his pen, folded the paper, and casually asked, “Dr. Xiao Jiang, is what he said possible?”

Jiang Li replied, “I don’t know.”

He wasn’t sure about the aggression of pheromones, but the second part about “rejecting the Alpha’s approach” was definitely possible.

Jiang Li saw him off, “The forecast says it will snow and rain at 7 o’clock. Be careful on the way.”

Cen Lang understood the hint, picked up his coat, and said, “I’ll leave then.”

“Are you going to the underground city tomorrow?” he asked casually, “Don’t you still want to buy flowers for him?”

Jiang Li replied, “Yes.”

Cen Lang left satisfied.

The door of Room 505 opened, and Room 504 followed suit. Liu, a student, was curious about what kind of Alpha could attract Jiang Li. He peeked out and saw a handsome profile, but the features were unclear due to a mask and sunglasses. The person exuded an imposing aura, unmistakably a top-tier Alpha with considerable wealth.

Jiang Li glanced sideways, “Liu Ming, don’t let your imagination run wild.”

Awkwardly, Liu Ming came out and stretched lazily, “Just coming out for some fresh air.”

With a quick glance, he noticed a pot and two bowls stacked on Jiang Li’s small table.

“He left without washing the dishes after eating?”

Come on, Jiang Li had cleanliness habits. How could he let an Alpha wash the dishes!

Liu Ming unintentionally transitioned from a secret admirer to a fan, feeling quite disheartened.

Suddenly, he felt a strong pressure behind him. Liu Ming turned around to see the returning Alpha, staring at him with a dangerous look.

Stammering, Liu Ming said, “Y-you…”

Jiang Li interjected, “You—”

Cen Lang’s voice was low and cold, “Come back and wash the dishes.”

Jiang Li was stunned, “No need.”

Cen Lang entered the dorm, gathered the dishes, and cleaned them at the sink on the balcony.

Water from the pipes in winter was icy.

Cen Lang washed the dishes expressionlessly. Jiang Li’s fingers were so delicate; did they not turn red from the cold after a few washes?

He never thought about washing dishes, but as he reached the stairs, Liu Ming’s words made him realize—how could he eat and not wash the dishes?

Cen Lang silently finished washing the dishes, wiped his hands with a tissue, walked to the door, and casually said, “Done washing.”

Jiang Li and Liu Ming looked at the back of the Alpha in bewilderment.

“…” You don’t have to wash them.

What’s going on? Washing a dish made him feel a bit guilty.