Chapter 66 2/2

A gun was pressed against the temple. “Who?”

Lu Jing: “Let him go.”

Hearing the commotion, Jiang Li, who was watching from the window, said, “…”

Cen Lang glanced around, released the caretaker, and apologised upon hearing the dog barking.

The caretaker, also a retired space force member, couldn’t help but feel embarrassed at the thought of facing the strongest Alpha in close combat.

That was a terrifying existence capable of taking on twenty top-tier Alphas!

“Cen, Cen Commander!”

Why would the most powerful and prestigious Alpha in the entire galaxy live in a doghouse?

Lu Jing: “Cen, are you tired?”

Cen Lang: “Sorry, I haven’t slept for days, just looking for a covered place to rest.”

The caretaker admired Cen Lang, knowing he didn’t mind living with soldiers, and even chose a doghouse without hesitation.

For some secret mission, Cen Lang was exhausted. “Black Wind has arrived, so I’ll take my leave.” The caretaker bid farewell to Black Wind and left in his spacecraft.

Lu Jing silently attached Black Wind’s leash to the doghouse hook and went inside to get dog food.

Cen Lang looked at the doghouse, then at the dog, and asked Jiang Li, “Isn’t this for me?”

Does his wife have another dog? Not only was it not for him, but there was also a military dog standing guard.

Jiang Li, thinking about his own predicament inside the house while a certain Alpha could sleep peacefully in the doghouse, turned dark.

“You—”

Cen Lang took a running start, leapt three steps onto the villa’s flowerbed level, powerful hands grabbing the windowsill, raising an eyebrow: “I thought you’d at least leave me a roof. Never mind, I can sleep on the streets.”

Jiang Li took a deep breath. “Come in.”

Cen Lang pushed off, jumped through the window, and realised too late that there was a little one sleeping inside. Trying to adjust mid-air, he landed quite awkwardly.

Jiang Li raised an eyebrow, sat back on the bed, and covered himself with the blanket.

Cen Lang patted his pants, took off his shoes, walked barefoot to the bedside, and first glanced at the peacefully sleeping child in the crib, surrounded by the scent of milk.

Cen Lang sat by Jiang Li’s bedside, about to speak, when his phone rang—a call from the medical laboratory. “I’ll take this call.”

Just as Cen Lang was about to leave, Jiang Li held him back. “No need; I won’t wake him up.” According to his observation, the baby wasn’t bothered even during feeding.

“Okay.” Cen Lang answered the call, mostly listening, occasionally responding with a “Hmm.” “Listen to the old man; he’s talking about his son.”

Jiang Li asked, “How are mum and dad?”

Cen Lang: “I just moved them out of the cryosleep chamber. The doctor conducted a detailed scan.”

“The time dilation was different for their disappearance. Cryosleep maintained a state equivalent to about five years on Earth. The chances are higher now.”

“Grandpa suggests taking it slowly, first thawing, then waking up. It might take three to five years. The doctor plans to use subtle stimuli like sound to gradually awaken the brain’s functional areas. Some image memories might be lost, but overall it should be okay.”

Jiang Li: “Don’t worry too much; give the medical team some time.”

Cen Lang: “Dr. Xiao Jiang is my lucky star; I’ll be fortunate.”

It’s been a while since Jiang Li communicated with Cen Lang. Now, with no urgent matters and Cen Lang well-rested, he surprisingly wants to have a longer conversation. “What are your parents like?”

“Well…” Cen Lang carefully recalls, realising he doesn’t remember much. After all, he was only five at the time, and his most vivid memories are dedicated to Storm Syndrome.

“They’re probably similar to you, able to stay in the lab for days and a bit clueless about daily life. They might poison themselves if left to cook.”

Jiang Li is surprised: “You’ve been poisoned.”

Cen Lang: “No, just guessing.”

“When they wake up, with your shared profession, you’ll have a lot to talk about.”

Jiang Li imagines the scene of meeting his in-laws for the second time. Cen Lang’s parents, unlike his grandfather, lived with Cen Lang for thirty years. Even Cen Lang isn’t very familiar with them, making it difficult to ease the atmosphere when four people face each other. Jiang Li sceptically says, “Really? You and Dad are both space force generals, but I haven’t seen you have much to talk about.”

Cen Lang: “Why wouldn’t we? On Antler Star…”

Jiang Li: “Hmm?”

Cen Lang: “Not much communication; just advised your dad to remarry.”

Jiang Li is suspicious: “You don’t seem like someone who cares about such matters.”

Cen Lang can only tell the truth: “I couldn’t stand seeing an Alpha endure twenty years without his wife.”

Cen Lang cautiously holds onto Jiang Li’s little leg from under the blanket: “I think about my wife every day; why shouldn’t he?”

Jiang Li is speechless. The daily topic for these two high-ranking Alphas is this: Lacking self-control and pulling others into it?

At the doorway, Jiang Wanlan says, “…”

He turns to ask Lu Jing, “Don’t they want to?”

Lu Jing: “They do.” Having a son-in-law like this… It’s really hard to evaluate.