Chapter 71 1/2

Jiang Li poked his chest and said, “Turn around; let me see.”

Cen Lang casually tossed the shirt aside, leaning on the wide sink and staring at Jiang Li.

The most powerful and handsome Alpha physique, even with scars all over, still exuded a battle-damaged beauty, marked with a black handprint on the back, a great humiliation. “Dr. Xiao Jiang, you need to take responsibility for what your son did.”

Jiang Li: “Oh? How so?”

Cen Lang: “This is like a 200-horsepower luxury car having its hood painted; you need to pay for the car wash, and there’s a delay in starting the engine, so you need compensation for the downtime.”

Jiang Li: “How much?”

Cen Lang: “Quite expensive. Dr. Xiao Jiang’s salary isn’t enough; maybe you should consider selling yourself.”

Jiang Li: “Even if we go to court, the judge would allow me to wash up first.”

Cen Lang: “You agree to wash together.”

“It’s a bathhouse back rub!” Jiang Li said.

He pushed Cen Lang, making him turn around, amusingly looking at the small paw prints on his back. He reached out, covering a small handprint with his palm, giving it a press.

“Give me a wet towel.”

Cen Lang turned to look at Jiang Li.

Usually, he was very clean, and Jiang Li always wanted to wipe him down. Today, with the need for cleaning ink marks, the effect of cleaning was immediately visible. Look, his eyes were filled with excitement.

What could he do? A good husband satisfies his wife.

Cen Lang wrung a wet towel and handed it to Jiang Li.

Jiang Li sat on the sink, one hand supporting the broad Alpha’s arm, the other pinching the towel. Instead of wiping extensively, he wrapped the towel around his index finger, inch by inch.

As if wanting to restore the dusty beauty, after wiping with the towel, the soft fingertip of the thumb gently rubbed, leaning over to puff up his cheek and blow.

Cen Lang felt a surge of electricity tingling up his spine, as if a breath of air brought the heat of the Flame Mountain, and was then covered by an ineffective wet towel.

Cen Lang turned around abruptly, gripping Jiang Li’s hand. “Was that intentional?”

“Yes.”

In Jiang Li’s beautiful eyes, waves flowed, indulging in soothing Cen Lang and disturbing their private world.

Cen Lang’s eyes suddenly deepened, saying in a hoarse voice, “Can you be faster? Dr. Xiao Jiang always has torturous methods that almost blow away my sanity.”

Jiang Li seemed to tease, “Sure.”

Cen Lang usually didn’t give Jiang Li nutritional supplements along the way, but after the end, he would suggest a tube of military nutritional supplements himself to avoid his dad noticing his sore waist and legs.

Taking advantage of Jiang Li being drowsy, Cen Lang bit open a tube of nutritional supplement and kissed him halfway through.

Jiang Li initially thought it was a kiss, but when the slightly bitter nutritional supplement overflowed between his teeth, his eyes widened. He quickly swallowed, as if actively seeking more.

After a while, Cen Lang let him go. “Thanks for cooperating.”

Jiang Li wiped a damp corner of his eye. If he didn’t cooperate, the liquid would flow down his mouth, which was too embarrassing, and he couldn’t accept that.

Damn it, another boundary was crossed.

Cen Lang: “How about we register on your birthday?” They should have registered after the proposal; Jiang Li’s household registration was already tied to Jiang Wangxing.

Cen Lang, with his noble sentiments of respecting the elderly and cherishing the young, would wait for Jiang Li’s father to transfer his registration first.

According to federal household registration regulations, young couples would open individual accounts after marriage.

Cen Lang wanted Jiang Li’s family of three to reunite in the household registration system for a few more days. Waiting a bit was fine for both of them. They had an understanding and didn’t urge their elders.

But the remarrying process for Jiang Wangxing was too slow. He only saw the marriage certificate two months ago.

After 60 days, Cen Lang couldn’t wait to register, and it happened to be Jiang Li’s birthday, and he was free. Cen Lang: “If you say you’re busy, I’ll move the registration office here.” Jiang Li: “I’m free, but…” Cen Lang: “But what?”

Jiang Li took a deep breath, sat up from the bed, and said, “I think we should inform your parents.” Although they weren’t awake yet, the doctor said sounds could stimulate the brain cortex to regain consciousness. Let’s tell them, just in case they can hear.”

Jiang Li spoke earnestly. While often teasing Jiang Li about his dad, he genuinely considered him his father and should also care about Cen Lang’s parents.

“Okay.” Cen Lang looked at Jiang Li with a smile. “My parents left when I was five, and I hadn’t gone through puberty yet. They probably don’t recognise my current voice.”

Jiang Li imagined what five-year-old Cen Lang’s voice might sound like. It would certainly be different now. “We can identify ourselves and bring Jiang Wangxing along.”

Jiang Li was born in April, at the turn of spring and summer. Before finding his dad, he didn’t know his birthday and naturally didn’t celebrate it. On the morning of April 15th, Jiang Li had his first bowl of longevity noodles, personally made by Cen Lang, who woke up at 5 a.m.

Kneading the dough long and rolling it thin, one continuous noodle from start to finish. This kind of thing couldn’t be outsourced; who knows if the noodle breaks midway?

Unable to handle it alone, he even woke up Jiang Li to cooperate, comparing it to the traditional method of making longevity noodles in a video: winding the thick noodle around two parallel long chopsticks, then systematically spreading the chopsticks apart, inch by inch, getting thinner.

Finally, except for the finished noodles being slightly thicker than those made by the master, there were no other flaws.

Little Jiang Wangxing woke up early and watched with relish.