Last Love chapter 9

Han Jiangque drove Wen Ke to a nearby hospital. The nurse on night duty, after a quick examination of Wen Ke’s gland injury, couldn’t help but roll her eyes at Han Jiangque. “As an Alpha, don’t you know how fragile an Omega is at this time?”

Wen Ke’s face turned pale, and he hurriedly explained, “It was my fault, I accidentally bumped into a cabinet—it’s not his fault.”

The nurse was visibly annoyed. While preparing to clean the wound, she scolded, “It’s because of Omegas like you, always accommodating Alphas like this. I’m not talking about the incident where you bumped into the wound. I can tell by your pale face that you’ve been enduring your heats with painkillers and suppressants. This Alpha hasn’t been accompanying you at all, right?”

Wen Ke wanted to explain but hesitated, feeling that it might not be appropriate to reveal too much in front of Han Jiangque. So, he temporarily stopped talking.

The nurse, continuing her scolding, asked Wen Ke to turn his head while she used medical cotton soaked in alcohol to clean the bleeding gland wound. Though her movements were not rough, they still made Wen Ke tremble involuntarily.

Seeing this, Han Jiangque stood up. “Gently.”

This action provoked the nurse’s displeasure once again, and she fired another round of criticism at him. “Now you care? You’ve divorced him, can’t you take some responsibility? With your excellent pheromones, if you had stayed with him properly these days, it would have been much more effective than painkillers. Do you know painkillers have side effects too? Overconsumption leads to poor appetite and dizziness. Don’t you know?”

“I…” Han Jiangque paused for a moment and then said in a low voice, “I didn’t know.”

“That’s the problem. Why don’t you know anything?” After cleaning Wen Ke’s nape wound, the nurse applied medicine and continued her rapid-fire scolding. “After the marking separation, an Omega’s vulnerable period lasts about a month, with the first two weeks being the most critical. The doctor prescribed painkillers as a backup for when the Alpha is not around, not for him to take the maximum dosage every day. Alpha’s pheromones are crucial. Don’t you know?”

“I know,” Han Jiangque obediently replied.

Wen Ke, enduring the pain, raised his head. He originally wanted to defend Han Jiangque, but watching his rare defeated expression, he inexplicably felt like laughing.

Recalling the way Han Jiangque was scolded by their high school teacher—

A young man with a white school uniform shirt, one side tucked into the pants and the other hanging out, giving the appearance of a rebellious youth.

The teacher rolled up the math paper, repeatedly hitting Han Jiangque’s head while yelling, “These simple questions have been discussed in class so many times. Why can’t you do them? You didn’t even try and even submitted a blank paper.”

At that time, Han Jiangque was a rebellious little wolf cub. Even if he was embarrassed, being firmly pressed in the corridor and harshly scolded, he still tried to maintain an arrogant, untouchable look.

Ten years later, the once defiant Han Jiangque now obediently said, “I know” in response to the nurse’s scoldings

Thinking of this, Wen Ke couldn’t help but curl his lips, but while smiling, he also felt a strange sense of bitterness.

The past seemed to be coated with a warm light.

Such beautiful years, each memory felt reluctant to let go. As if by recalling too much, the moments would quietly slip away between the fingers.

After the nurse treated the external wound of the gland, she injected a sedative painkiller for Wen Ke. Only then did she wave her hand to dismiss them.

Before leaving, she didn’t forget to grab Han Jiangque and gave him a serious piece of advice, “Make sure to stay by his side these two days, understand?”

Feeling a bit embarrassed, Wen Ke whispered to Han Jiangque when they reached the hospital’s entrance, “I’m sorry, you got scolded because of me.”

The night wind blew coldly. He had rushed out so quickly at night, wearing only a shirt and now he was constantly shivering.

Han Jiangque turned his head, took off his suit jacket, and draped it over him.

Then, he quickly held Wen Ke’s fingers for a moment. Wen Ke almost thought that the fleeting warmth was an illusion.

“I’ll bring the car over.” Han Jiangque said, “Let’s find a place to stay for the night.”

…

Han Jiangque found a high-end hotel near the hospital. After the two checked in, Wen Ke took a quick shower. When he came out, the takeaway that Han Jiangque ordered had arrived. Wen Ke, smelling the aroma, suddenly realized he hadn’t eaten dinner yet.

After the injection, he already felt much better. Being surrounded by S-level pheromones while staying close to Han Jiangque, he finally experienced the comfort he had been missing for these few days.

When a person relaxes, appetite follows suit.

Wearing a bathrobe, he sat back on the sofa chair. Han Jiangque brought a chair over, and the two of them, quite tacitly, sat around a small coffee table. They unpacked the takeaway together.

Steaming spare rib soup, crisply fried golden pan-fried dumplings, and a few plates of refreshing cold dishes—all Wen Ke’s favorites.

“Here,” he clapped the disposable chopsticks open and handed a pair to Han Jiangque.

At that moment, it felt like he had returned to high school.

His mom used to cook excellent meals. Although the family wasn’t wealthy at that time, his lunchbox was always filled with various delicious items—ribs, chicken legs, fried meatballs—everything a young boy loved.

Han Jiangque was different. He rarely brought any decent meals to school, and sometimes his lunchbox only had half-cooked rice.

So, when he and Han Jiangque would sit together for lunch, he would quietly put the delicious food from his lunchbox into Han Jiangque’s.

There were no polite words between young boys. Han Jiangque always ate everything cleanly. Sometimes, when they were both full, they would share a bottle of cold cola.

It seemed like there were no worries back then, and time flew by like a fleeting moment.

Wen Ke broke apart a dumpling, as he recalled the past in this long-lost relaxed atmosphere. He suddenly felt like he could temporarily cast away all the worries and shadows of these recent days.

“Han Jiangque,” he spoke, “Thank you for today.”

“Hmm,” Han Jiangque responded briefly.

He was still as reserved as before, only becoming excited when talking about topics of interest.

Thinking about the past again, Wen Ke couldn’t help but smile lightly and said, “You’ve changed a bit.”

Han Jiangque only looked up at that moment, his dark eyes staring directly at Wen Ke, seemingly asking something.

“Your temper has improved. You’ve become gentler,” Wen Ke, thinking of the hospital incident, smiled and said, “More mild.”

Han Jiangque seemed to be contemplating how to respond. After a while, he said slowly, “I’m trying to change myself.”

Wen Ke was surprised by his candid response.

But then he realized that Han Jiangque had always been straightforward. It was just that he hadn’t seen him for many years, and he had become accustomed to his evasive way of speaking, making this directness feel particularly abrupt.

“Do you really need to change anything?” Wen Ke was curious.

“A lot,” Han Jiangque, with a focused gaze on Wen Ke, said, “During college, I met a friend. He taught me many things.”

“What things?”

“…,” Han Jiangque remained silent for a long time, finally carefully choosing his words, “For example, to accept oneself.”

Wen Ke paused for a moment. He suddenly put down the dumpling he was holding and asked softly, “Your friend… is an Omega, right?”

He keenly detected a distinct scent.

Han Jiangque’s answer, seemingly simple but actually very serious, came from his mouth.

The person who could inspire Han Jiangque to give such an answer must be an extremely important person in his life, considering his experiences over the years.

“Yes,” Han Jiangque nodded.

Wen Ke’s fingers trembled slightly; he had indeed guessed it right.

At that moment, a sharp pain suddenly pierced his chest—

In fact, he wanted to ask many questions, wanted to know if Han Jiangque had someone he liked, if he had already marked an Omega, but in the end, he couldn’t bring himself to ask any of them.

He was just an old classmate, an old classmate who was currently being helped by Han Jiangque.

He had no position at all.

Their lives were on two different tracks, intersecting only briefly during their naive teenage years.

Although that intersection was the most vibrant color in his life, he couldn’t expect Han Jiangque to see it the same way.

Ten years of separation, in those moments he wasn’t part of, Han Jiangque’s life would certainly unfold new chapters, encountering beautiful landscapes capable of changing one’s life.

And that scenery wasn’t him.

“Well, it seems you can fully accept Omegas now, no longer resistant like in high school… that’s really good; after all, you are an Alpha,” Wen Ke forced a smile and said, nodding reluctantly.

After saying this, he lowered his eyes with a sense of desolation and stammered, “I… I’m a bit tired, Han Jiangque. I’m going to sleep first.”

There was some confusion in Han Jiangque’s pitch-black eyes, but he still nodded.

After Wen Ke got into bed for a while, Han Jiangque finished washing up. Hesitating for a moment, he lay down next to Wen Ke.

In the dim, flickering light of the small night lamp left on in the room, Han Jiangque could see, when he lay down, Wen Ke’s long eyelashes trembling. He knew Wen Ke hadn’t fallen asleep.

What was Wen Ke thinking?

The slender neck of the man was still bandaged, and Han Jiangque turned sideways, staring at the glaring white gauze, lost in thought.

For an Alpha, an Omega’s gland was the most alluring part, not for any visual beauty but due to the instinct to mark and possess.

The desire of an Alpha for an Omega was rooted in genetics, natural and justified, needing no explanation.

However, for Han Jiangque, the enlightenment of the word ‘desire’ was far more romantic and expansive than the natural order between AOs.

From childhood to adulthood, he had always had a poor memory, but he would always remember that afternoon in high school when the sun was shining through the rain.

It was the most important day of his life.

Ten years ago, he was sixteen.

On that day, carrying the third volume of “The Smiling, Proud Wanderer,” he went to Wen Ke’s house to find him. Wen Ke’s mother was sewing something at the time, and when she saw him, she smiled and greeted him, gesturing for him to go straight to the inner room.

So he walked into Wen Ke’s room, as usual, at a brisk pace.

He remembered shouting “Wen Ke,” but there was no response, only the sound of running water.

So he walked in step by step, turned around the bedside, and saw an unforgettable and magnificent dream—

Wen Ke was bathing with his back to him.

The young man closed his eyes, stood under the showerhead with his head tilted back, and the translucent water droplets slid down his delicate nose, following his body.

A long and slender neck, a fascinating concave line in the middle of his spine, and a plump and pert butt below the narrow waist.

In the summer, the sunlight passed through the small window, shining on the young man’s white body, making every hair on him shine brightly.

Han Jiangque stood there, dumbfounded.

He didn’t remember how long he had been watching, only that when he came to his senses again, he had already run out of Wen Ke’s house panting heavily.

The first moment of a young man’s sexual desire is both wonderful and dangerous.

Han Jiangque, as if crazy, ran freely in the sunshower. On that day, he felt like a young male dragonfly for the first time.

The fine rain wet his wings, he fluttered, feeling his body glowing with a dazzling light.

He rushed to a convenience store at the street corner, bought a bottle of chilled soda, and then sat on the dirty steps, tilting his head to drink it in one gulp until the rushing heat in his body gradually subsided.

Then he used the remaining money on him to buy a pineapple popsicle and ran back to Wen Ke’s house.

Wen Ke, who had just taken a shower, was wearing a T-shirt and shorts, exuding the fragrance of shower gel, completely unaware of what had happened before. He sat happily on the bed, munching on snacks.

Han Jiangque looked down at the red mole next to Wen Ke’s eyes, and suddenly rushed over and knocked Wen Ke down on the bed while he was still eating.

Wen Ke didn’t take it seriously and happily pushed him away as usual, then sat up and continued eating.

But he couldn’t hold it back and knocked Wen Ke heavily onto the bed again.

“Han Jiangque, you are very annoying.”

Of course Wen Ke was not angry, but just smiled and complained to him as usual.

So Han Jiangque blushed and turned his back to Wen Ke. What no one in the whole world knew was that 

such a seemingly peaceful afternoon created a secret and earth-shattering love story in the heart of this young man.

He was like a reckless young beast, he would only knock Wen Ke on the bed twice without any rules. He neither understood other things nor dared to think about it.

Over the years, he gradually learned to understand himself, his desires and love.

He stretched out his hand and touched the heartbeat of the boy ten years ago:

In his heart, Wen Ke was neither an Omega nor a Beta.

Wen Ke was Wen Ke.

A long neck, round butt, a soft and gentle smile, and a slightly flirtatious mole at the corner of his eye, like a clumsy giraffe.

He had long fallen in love with Wen Ke, but at that time, he didn’t know it yet.

And he wasn’t just an Alpha; he was Han Jiangque.

He wanted to make love to Wen Ke.

Not out of necessity, not because of the natural order of AO marking.

Love is encountered unexpectedly, like a summer shower.