Chapter 74 1/2

Jiang Wangxing fell into a mud puddle, and Jiang Wangxing, struggling to sit up, found himself sinking in the mud up to his chest. His arms were stuck, and his chin was covered in mud.

Cen Lang, like digging lotus roots, unearthed the child’s arms and straightened him out. He came over and lay down next to Jiang Wangxing, preventing his young master from sinking further.

“Now, the dog is dirty too.” Jiang Wangxing, realizing the weight of his mud-covered combat suit, scooped up some mud and proudly smeared it on the only clean spot on his chest. “Just like Dad!”

Cen Lang cautioned, “Playing is playing, but rolling in the mud by yourself is not allowed to be attributed to Dad.”

The little one nodded in understanding, then flipped over and crawled forward in the mud but struggled to move.

Cen Lang lifted his son’s back and helped him move forward. “It’s better on Dad’s back.”

The little one didn’t reply, instead grabbing onto Black Wind’s clothes. Black Wind immediately understood and started dragging the child forward.

The scene resembled plowing a field, with Black Wind pulling the heavy load, creating deep furrows. Jiang Wangxing cleverly tilted his head to avoid mud from entering his mouth.

Cen Lang closed his eyes in agony. Even Dr. Jiang didn’t want to watch.

Well, a child may travel a thousand miles, and it’s good for the kid to be a bit rough. It would make things easier for Jiang Li when he grows up.

After playing enough, Jiang Wangxing held his collar and said, “Dad, mud got inside.”

Cen Lang pinched his combat suit, muttering something, and intentionally let in at least half a pound of mud.

Cen Lang suddenly had a headache. With one hand holding the child and the other pulling the dog, he went to the bathroom next to the mud puddle to take a bath.

He took off the child’s combat suit and threw it into a bathtub filled with warm water. After three rounds of bathing, Cen Lang squatted down to gently wash his son with foam.

Rubbing his hair and fingers, the child closed his eyes tightly. Wang Wang used a hose to wash Black Wind much faster than the little one.

Wang Wang saw Cen Lang grab a handful of white powder and put it in the child’s basin, immediately exclaiming, “Sir! Even if it’s dirty, you can’t use laundry detergent! Madam will be angry.”

Cen Lang smiled. “Which eye saw me using laundry detergent?”

Wang Wang dared to mention Madam. That took some courage!

Jiang Wangxing clarified, “Uncle Wang of the Woof Woof team, it’s baby powder!”

Wang Wang was the captain of his security team, and when the child spoke fast, he would call him Woof Woof. Jiang Li corrected him a few times, but Wang Wang personally liked the title, making Black Wind sound like his little brother.

Wang Wang asked, “Baby powder?”

Cen Lang said, “Fight poison with poison.”

Dr. Jiang’s nose was excellent, using the baby scent to counteract the earthy smell.

He couldn’t scrub the child too hard; their skin was tender. Wang Wang asked, “Does Black Wind need it too?”

Cen Lang replied, “No need.”

Jiang Li wouldn’t hold Black Wind.

Cen Lang educated his son: “Look, playing once wastes a bottle of milk.”

The child was stunned. “All gone?”

Playing in the mud consumed too much energy.

Cen Lang gave him a bottle of milk and said, “Drink it.”

Wang Wang dried Black Wind’s fur, Cen Lang wrapped the child in a towel, and Jiang Wangxing had his nails trimmed.

“Um.” Holding a bottle of milk, the child called out, “Dad.”

He cut into the flesh!

Cen Lang said, “It hurts a bit, and there’s a little mud.”

After dealing with it, Cen Lang wiped a bit of iodine on his son’s elbow and finally put on his clothes.

Mission accomplished.

Cen Lang leaned in and sniffed his son, catching a whiff of the milky aroma, but he felt a lingering earthy smell.

Think of a solution.

He had one.

Cen Lang opened a bottle of iodine and applied it to the child’s elbow with cotton. Then he covered it with another layer of disinfectant, ensuring his son smelled fresh.

“What’s Dad doing?”

Cen Lang said, “Creating a scent Dad likes.”

Alright, in a while, he could go pick up Dr. Jiang after work with dignity.

Cen Lang took his son home in a flying car. Jiang Li worked overtime today, not finishing until 8 o’clock. He instructed them to eat first.

Cen Lang decided to take his son to a picnic in the park near the research institute. Jiang Wangxing could also interact with other kids.

As the spring breeze blew away, summer emerged, and the lush green trees provided shade.

The bodyguards went to get the food, and Cen Lang laid out the picnic blanket. Dinner was promptly delivered.

Cen Lang placed the child in the center of the blanket and opened the lunchbox. “Today, we’re having noodles.”

“After playing in the mud, we must eat seriously, right?”

The child nodded, sitting obediently, ready to eat with his mouth wide open.

In the nearby sports equipment area, an old man and an old woman, possibly grandparents, were discussing something in hushed tones.

“That Alpha with the kid is here again.”

“So young, not working or building a career, just hovering around the child every day.”

“He probably has money, with a dog and bodyguards—not something an ordinary family can afford.”

“Must be the wife’s money; he looks like a kept man.”

Because Cen Lang was exceptionally good-looking, the two reached a consensus on his status as a kept man.

“His wife probably works at the research institute; I often see him heading in that direction. He married well and saved himself fifty years of hardship.”

“What about you? Do you regret not being a kept man when you were young?”

“You old woman, why bring up that matter again? Xiao Fang’s family is richer than yours.”

As they chatted, they brought up old grievances, and the topic shifted.

Although the gossip wasn’t loud, Cen Lang and Wang Wang had exceptional hearing.

Wang Wang, seeing his unflinching master being gossiped about, straightened his posture.