Chapter 44 2/2

“Cen Lang seems a bit overly anxious.

“‘Cleanliness is self-satisfaction under certain conditions. You don’t need to…'”

Cen Lan: “So, you mean it’s something I can overcome, right?”

Jiang Li: “Getting into bed is not a prerequisite for overcoming cleanliness.”

Cen Lang: “Great, my wife knows what he’s thinking.

“Then how about us being Platonic?”

Jiang Li: “You’ve already declined.” Thinking he didn’t know that Cen Lang’s intention was slowly breaking his bottom line?

Cen Lang regretted it immensely.

He not only quickly rejected it but also told Jiang Li that he knew they had been in bed together, and with history, Jiang Li would definitely think that an Alpha who had crossed that line couldn’t control himself.

And the fact was exactly that.

He shifted his anger toward the orphanage. If it weren’t for these inherently wicked people, he would never have missed Jiang’s consent at a different time.

Cen Lang was furious, but he also remembered to respect Jiang Li: “You really don’t want me to investigate?”

Jiang Li: “No.”

Cen Lang took a deep breath. “Okay, then, I’ll have my assistant send the next investigation report to your email.”

“I won’t look at it.”

“If one day you think it’s okay for me to see it, you let me know.”

He wanted to help Jiang Li out of the shadow, but the person involved had to cooperate. While Jiang Li’s hair was messed up, Cen Lang could resist scratching. He might not look at the results, but the investigation had to be thorough.

Jiang Li looked at Cen Lang and said, “What if you find out I was different when I was a child?” He was dirty and thin, with an indistinct face. In the early stages, he was overly optimistic and persistent; later, for a while, he was very numb, not a cold academic overlord.

Cen Lang: “What, did you get plastic surgery?”

Jiang Li: “…”

Cen Lang stared into his eyes. “Who was the same as they were when they were children? Before the storm of pheromones, I was different too. How do you define it?”

Jiang Li was stunned. “I understand.”

Cen Lang said, “Hungry, let’s change the place for lunch. Do you want to go to the hospital canteen?”

Jiang Li: “Sure.”

Cen Lang started the aircraft, and in a few minutes, they arrived. When the aircraft glided low over the back door of the sanatorium, Jiang Li saw Lu Jing standing at the door as a guard, solemn and imposing.

Jiang Li said, “It seems like Lu Jing hasn’t eaten yet.”

Cen Lang glanced and was speechless. Did he use the sanatorium as a border guard station? He suspected that Lu Jing hadn’t set foot inside these days.

Thinking of his wife and children having a warm meal, Cen Lang felt sympathetic. He landed the aircraft at the back door, telling Jiang not to come out, and opened the door himself: “Lu Jiang, have you eaten?”

Lu Jing said, “I have a boxed meal.”

Cen Lang saw an unopened boxed meal on the table in the guard booth. “Why don’t you go to the canteen?”

He didn’t mind the cost; employees and big shots ate in the same quality canteen, just on different floors. Lu Jing: “Boxed meals are fine.”

Cen Lang: “Who gave you the boxed meal?”

Lu Jing was stunned.

Cen Lang mocked, “President Jiang should hate you like a rock.”

In comparison, it seemed not so stupid to refuse Jiang Li hastily. Cen Lang, feeling superior, returned to the aircraft and said, “Let’s go eat.”

Jiang Li leaned his face against the aircraft window. “Isn’t Lu Jiang eating?”

Cen Lang: “He likes boxed meals.”

Jiang Li: “…”

“Will we meet President Jiang in the canteen?” Jiang Li didn’t know why, but he was a bit nervous. Jiang Wanlan donated a billion to his experimental project, and he hadn’t thanked him in person.

Cen Lang: “No.”

“It’s the employees who deliver meals downstairs, and Lu Jing doesn’t go to the canteen. President Jiang won’t go either.”

“If you want to see him, I’ll take you.” Cen Lang made a mistake before, letting Lu Jing and Meng Ru serve as drivers for Jiang Li, making Jiang Li uncomfortable. He promised to take care of it himself, so he didn’t think of introducing Jiang Wanlan.

Jiang Li: “President Jiang is in the sanatorium; I won’t disturb him.”

Cen Lang: “Alright.”

The sanatorium canteen focused on balanced nutrition and healthy eating, with a special window for expectant fathers.

Cen Lang said seriously, “There are also many pregnant people in the sanatorium, staying until the day before delivery. Some transfer to other hospitals, and some give birth here.”

“Jiang Li, you can consider staying here a month before delivery.”

He wanted to bring Jiang Li back home, but he was afraid Jiang Li wouldn’t agree; the sanatorium was a compromise. With Lu Jing on guard, even if he left for a while, he was more at ease.

In any case, a certain general wouldn’t dare to find Jiang Wanlan. Standing there was also a waste; he might as well make good use of people, and maybe he could volunteer until Jiang Li gave birth.

Commander Cen expressed satisfaction.

Jiang Li ate less now, and Cen Lang didn’t bother him much—not enough to fill his stomach on the way back. He would take nutrition supplements.

He ate elegantly, and his assistant sent him a picture on his phone.

Cen Lang opened it, and it was a photo from Jiang Li’s first grade student file.

Thin and small, the height should be appropriate for kindergarten. Cen Lang lowered his eyes, a glimpse of ruthlessness passing through. He remembered that those children in the orphanage group photo were all more robust than Jiang Li. Jiang Li was not the youngest, but the most fragile.

Moreover, was it because he had just seen Lu Jing? Why did he associate it with the student photo of Jiang Wanlan that Lu Jing held when he was dying?