Chapter 70 1/2

Cen Lang’s phone is set to automatically answer calls from his wife. When Jiang Li calls, if he doesn’t answer within three rings, it connects automatically. As the video call connects, Cen Lang is wiping leftovers from his child’s hand, leaving a yellowish egg stain on his mouth. Quickly, he secures his son’s little fist, facing the camera with parental affection.

Little Jiang Wangxing sticks out his tongue, remembering being fed by his dad. Trying to clean his mouth, he licks his lips vigorously.

With a tongue reaching creamy skin, he looks adorable.

Jiang Li notices the empty bowl and asks, “Finished? How did you feed him?”

Cen Lang, unfazed, replies, “Forced it.”

Jiang Li takes it lightly, knowing Cen Lang’s parenting style isn’t forceful. “Great, so I don’t need to call to supervise his meals anymore? I’m a bit busy in the next phase; I can’t interrupt experiments.”

Cen Lang agrees: “No problem.”

Jiang Li smiles softly and says, “Baby, listen to Daddy.” Little Jiang Wangxing nods solemnly, each nod full of commitment. Cen Lang jokes, “Can you use that tone on me too?”

Jiang Li, accustomed to Cen Lang imitating his parenting style, half-serious, half-casual, says, “Make sure to eat well, okay?”

Adding an “okay” does the trick.

Cen Lang and his son share a satisfied look, with Cen Lang holding his son’s fist like a beckoning cat, waving it. “Alright, go back to work. What time do you finish? I’ll pick you up.”

Jiang Li replies, “Six thirty.”

Cen Lang says, “Okay.”

After the call, Cen Lang releases his son’s fist, the soft pudding melting in the warm palms. Both father and son are visibly nervous and sweating.

Cen Lang grabs a wet wipe, gently cleaning between his son’s fingers. “Son, you won’t eat like this forever, right?” He worries that if his son refuses to eat, he’ll be hungry every day. “Being my biological child isn’t enough. If you’re not Jiang Li’s biological child, I’ll make you run ten laps before eating.”

The son, comfortably wiped, laughs. His long lashes, like Jiang Li’s, frame his round eyes when he smiles, making him look like a deliberately drawn character.

Seeing his cute son, Cen Lang can’t help but wonder if Jiang Li was even cuter in his childhood. Imagining this adorable child being bullied would be heartbreaking.

The unspoken agreement in the family is that someone must watch over the child, even if he’s not working, until he’s old enough to come home on his own. Wang Wang, the bodyguard, got promoted to Jiang Wangxing’s team leader. Wang Wang is thrilled, feeling like it’s a complete promotion. Is there a more prestigious position than being the young master’s bodyguard?

Cen Lang is concerned that excessive protection will suppress the child’s nature. Wang Wang’s protection directive is simple: as long as there’s no danger, let the child do whatever he wants. Wang Wang observes high-quality human cubs every day, enjoying his easy paycheck.

After lunch, Cen Lang takes a nap with his son. Sitting on the floor, he texts Jiang Li, “Son is asleep. Take care, Dr. Xiao Jiang.”

He tosses the phone aside, saying to the energetic Jiang Wangxing, “Sleep if you want; I won’t spoil you.”

As the weather warms up, Cen Lang takes off his shirt, using the pillow as a makeshift bed.

Must lie down.

Jiang Wangxing treats his dad’s body as an obstacle course, not napping and crawling around. Plump hands press on the Alpha’s back muscles, which are more elastic than any furniture with shock-absorbing padding.

Feeling drool on his back, Cen Lang calmly wipes it away to prevent it from slipping. Except for a bit of attention on his son, there’s always a bodyguard nearby.

The bodyguard, Wang Wang, watches the young master crawl from one end of the living room to the other, getting faster and faster. He seems to have inherited Mr. Cen’s talent, showing no signs of fatigue.

Suddenly, he heads towards the inkwell on the table.

Wang Wang remembers not to intervene.

He watches as the little one dips his paw into the inkwell, crawls onto Cen Lang’s back, leaves a handprint, and crawls back to the inkwell.

Wang Wang: What? Training and stamping?

Like Dr. Xiao Jiang’s lab records? He is truly inheriting his mother’s talent for documentation!

Wang Wang picks up a wet wipe, cleans the little one’s paw, changes his clothes, and swiftly eliminates the evidence on the floor. As for Mr. Cen’s back, that’s not his concern.

Cen Lang wakes up in half an hour, puts on his shirt, and carries the little one to the bed.

In the afternoon, Cen Lang takes a stroll with his son without a stroller, not getting tired even after holding him with one hand all day.

One hand holds the little one, and the other holds Black Wind. They circle near the scent research institute until Jiang Li finishes work.

To make it convenient for Jiang Li to work, they moved to a villa near the research institute.

“Wait for Daddy.” Cen Lang sits on the bench by the door, placing the little one on his lap and taking out beef jerky from his pocket.

Nutritionists customised it based on Black Wind’s taste, shaped like bones, and individually packaged.