Last Love chapter 36

The heat period, along with Typhoon “Haiyan,” quietly departed that night.

The next day, Wen Ke woke up early. He had always been a person with regular routines, but the physiological characteristics of the heat period would focus all of Omega’s body functions on mating and rest. Therefore, for the past few days, he lazily slept until he naturally woke up.

The first rays of morning sunlight spilled onto his face. He looked down at Han Jiangque, who was still sleeping with his face buried in his shoulder. He felt a hint of trance as if the cold and indifferent face of the beautiful young man from high school and the mature and handsome face of Alpha in the morning sun merged together. It felt like the beautiful dream of youth had finally come true, too beautiful to be real.

His life had been so tumultuous in just a few days, from the surgery to the bleak divorce, the reunion with Han Jiangque, the sweet heat period, and now the calm and comfortable moment in the sunlight—

For a moment, it seemed as if his entire life had passed before his eyes, and there was a faint urge to cry.

He extended his fingers and gently touched Han Jiangque’s sword-like eyebrows.

“Mmm…” Perhaps tickled by his touch, Han Jiangque made a humming sound. He struggled out of Wen Ke’s embrace, turning his back and burying his face in the pillow.

Even though his eyes were closed, he mumbled vaguely, “Are you hungry? Wen Ke, are you hungry? I… um, I’ll get up soon.”

Wen Ke couldn’t help but smile. Han Jiangque obviously looked extremely tired, unable to lift his eyelids, yet his mind instinctively cared about whether he was hungry or not.

It was touching.

These days, being an Omega he was undoubtedly happy, but for an Alpha, it wasn’t that simple. On one hand, they had to engage in high-intensity activities in bed to satisfy Omega’s continuous desires. Besides that, there were also care, comfort, and preparations for various foods and necessities—

While these may not seem like significant matters, they were indeed trivial. Being a good Alpha was genuinely challenging.

Over the past few days, Han Jiangque, though silent, must have been exhausted.

“I’m not hungry.” Wen Ke got up, gently kissed the scar between Han Jiangque’s brows, and whispered, “You sleep well… baby.”

He pulled up the blanket to cover Han Jiangque’s shoulders. The last word was spoken very softly, as if he was afraid it might be overheard.

Calling Han Jiangque “baby,” even if only to himself, made him feel very happy—

Happiness turned out to be this kind of feeling.

He once thought he wouldn’t experience happiness again.

…

Wen Ke quickly took a shower, dabbed some toner on his face, and then headed out. Although it was early, he felt unusually energetic.

Han Jiangque had driven the car that had been parked at LM Club back to the underground parking lot after the storm. Wen Ke sat in the familiar driver’s seat, started the car, and drove slowly toward his destination outside Sega.

It was early, and traffic hadn’t started yet. In less than twenty minutes, he arrived at his destination—Du’s Dumplings.

Du’s was a well-established brand, located in a small alley just two streets away from Sega.

When he still lived at Sega, he often went there alone in the morning to get takeaway for breakfast. Later, when Zhuo Yuan accidentally ate it a few times, he praised Du’s dumplings highly, showing how impressive Du’s was.

It was strange that, while he was with Zhuo Yuan for ten years, he rarely thought about Han Jiangque. It was something he didn’t want to think about, and refused to let himself think about.

But something a person genuinely loved would inevitably reveal itself in life, no matter how much one tried to numb oneself.

He always remembered what Han Jiangque liked to eat, remembered the sight of the young Han Jiangque holding a bowl of dumplings and sipping soup in the winter of the north.

So, unconsciously, he developed a liking for dumplings, even though the winters in City B were never as cold.

It wasn’t a conscious decision to eat where that person used to eat, just that hidden emotions climbed into his stomach along with his taste buds.

Even though it was early, there was already a long line outside Du’s. After experiencing the storm for a few days, people were obviously eager to have a familiar and steaming hot bowl of dumplings to start their morning.

Wen Ke parked the car and stood at the end of the line, waiting for a while. Suddenly, he heard a very familiar voice behind him talking on the phone—

“Yeah, shrimp dumplings and fried spare ribs. Got it. You patiently wait for me, okay?”

Wen Ke couldn’t help but turn around and took a look. Indeed, it was Zhuo Yuan.

Zhuo Yuan, dressed in sportswear, was talking on the phone with someone, apparently his new lover. Although his brows slightly furrowed, indicating his impatience with the phone call, his tone was still tender and affectionate.

This was something Wen Ke had long understood, a typical Zhuo Yuan.

Many things he did for his partner weren’t necessarily out of a genuine desire to cherish them but rather a… nearly self-indulgent desire to satisfy his own desire for performance.

In the process of performing, he seemed to, in a sense, fulfill the role of a lover.

“Why are you here?”

Zhuo Yuan raised his head after hanging up the phone, and seeing Wen Ke in front of him, he asked somewhat surprised.

“Buying breakfast.”

Wen Ke remained silent for a moment before answering.

Encountering his ex-husband unexpectedly again, to be honest, wasn’t that comfortable.

“Oh?”

Zhuo Yuan looked Wen Ke up and down, quickly noticing his car on the side. He said with a hint of playfulness, “You drove all the way from Sega to buy breakfast? Are you eating alone?”

Wen Ke didn’t answer.

But Zhuo Yuan seemed interested. He squinted his eyes, took a step forward, and stood side by side with Wen Ke, saying, “Xiao Ke, your heat period just ended, right? Who accompanied you these days? Han Jiangque, isn’t it?”

Wen Ke still had a stern expression and remained silent.

Zhuo Yuan’s appearance, coupled with his insincere tone, reminded Wen Ke of unpleasant things.

“I guess it’s Han Jiangque.”

Zhuo Yuan’s face darkened.

He glanced at Wen Ke, then suddenly smiled and said softly, “Xiao Ke, do you remember how you used to make breakfast for me in various ways every day? You were a very considerate Omega. Thinking about it now, I do miss those times a bit… You know, it was you who introduced me to this place. It’s indeed not bad. Actually, I just feel a bit sorry for you. In the past, you bought me breakfast because we were at least married. But now… You, a freshly estrused Omega, even drove out specifically to buy breakfast for an Alpha. Isn’t it too much trouble?”

“Zhuo Yuan,” Wen Ke’s thin lips pressed down in anger, bluntly interrupting his words, “We are divorced. It has nothing to do with you who I’m with or whom I buy breakfast for. The way you’re talking right now is really lame and doesn’t sound like an adult.”

“Okay.” Zhuo Yuan shrugged. “I just find it a bit pitiful to see you eagerly serving an LM Club consultant.”

“Am I pitiful?” Wen Ke suddenly turned his head, his expression serious, without a hint of evasion. He stared straight at Zhuo Yuan. “Because I’m good to Han Jiangque? Or because I treated you well too? “

“Wen Ke, what do you mean?” Zhuo Yuan hesitated for a moment, feeling a bit uneasy for some reason. He added, “I know you’ve always been good to me before. I don’t mean to pity you.”

“Zhuo Yuan, we’ve been together for ten years, and I’ve always been good to you. But you still cheated.”

Wen Ke spoke each word deliberately.

Zhuo Yuan’s lips moved, and after a moment of hesitation, he awkwardly said, “Now that things have come to this point, there’s no need to bring up old matters, right?”

“I’m not digging up old matters. I’m just telling you, from these ten years, I’ve learned a lesson—not to stop giving but to make sure I give to the right person.”

“I don’t find taking care of someone troublesome. I don’t find buying breakfast for an Alpha embarrassing—I’m not afraid of being good to others, so I don’t need your pity.”

Wen Ke said lightly, “If you have the chance, I think you should try being kind to someone. Maybe you won’t say childish things like this again.”

Zhuo Yuan was stunned. It was the first time Wen Ke talked to him like this.

Wen Ke’s gaze was also unfamiliar… as if he saw through him, with a faint hint of disdain. But the surface emotions were calm, like a mature man looking at a willful and ignorant child.

He had never thought that one day, the reserved and gentle Omega would give him such a feeling.

“Oh, it’s Xiao Ke!”

At this moment, Wen Ke finally reached the front of the line. The owner of Du’s Dumplings, who was cooking, immediately recognized him. “Long time no see. Still the same?”

“Auntie Du, good morning,” Wen Ke greeted politely. “Today, I’ll have two orders of dumplings—shrimp and pork. Also, for the side dishes, chicken feet and fried spare ribs. All packed, please. Thank you, Auntie Du.”

“Sure, no problem.” The owner obviously liked Wen Ke very much. She chatted enthusiastically while serving the dumplings. “Let me add an order of pig ears for you. You look especially good today. Is there something happy happening recently?”

“Really?” Wen Ke was a bit surprised by the sudden praise. Then he smiled happily, “It’s been okay lately. Thanks, Auntie Du.”

He then took the packed food from her, said goodbye to her politely again, and didn’t spare another glance at Zhuo Yuan. He walked straight towards the car parked on the side of the road.

Zhuo Yuan, somewhat absentmindedly, went to place his order. The owner’s attitude toward him was evidently more perfunctory. The disparity made him feel a bit mixed. Although they lived together for years, these shopkeepers didn’t even know they had been married for so long.

Turning back, he glanced, only to see the familiar white BMW already disappearing into the distance.

It was a meticulously maintained car.

Wen Ke drove cautiously. Although it had been five or six years, there wasn’t a scratch on the car, and the insurance premiums decreased every year.

It wasn’t just the car…

After Wen Ke left, Jiang Nanfei wanted to renovate the house at Hailan, and Zhuo Yuan suddenly realized that this home, every piece of furniture, even his suits and shirts, were all meticulously maintained by Wen Ke.

Wen Ke was a gentle and responsible Omega, even more so than many Alphas. Even Zhuo Yuan had to admit this.

…

In the early morning, City B bathed in the warm sunlight, and the air carried a refreshing scent after the rain.

The rain had washed the entire city, and everything was damp—the asphalt road, the railings on the roadside, the leaves of the trees. Water droplets shimmered with a crystal light under the sunlight.

Wen Ke opened the car window, breathing in the scent of rain and trees. It smelled… a bit like his own pheromones, faint but with a fresh and striking feeling.

For the first time, he felt that his own scent could be pleasant too.

While waiting for the traffic light, he looked at the rearview mirror inside the car for the first time in a long while.

He hadn’t looked at himself so seriously for a long time, so he felt a bit embarrassed for a moment. However, for some reason, the owner’s praise made him care.

The person in the mirror didn’t have particularly large eyes, but the unique charm of East Asian double eyelids gave a restrained and subtle beauty. A small red mole at the corner of his eye might be seen as alluring up close.

A slender nose and soft lips—these were all ordinary features.

But after a heat, it seemed like something had quietly changed.

Wen Ke nervously smiled at the mirror for a moment, and the man inside revealed a shy smile—

He suddenly realized that his face was blooming with a unique beauty at this moment.

The eyes in the mirror were clear, as if washed by spring water. The light brown pupils sparkled with a gentle yet vibrant radiance.

The complexion had always been fair, but it was now radiating a healthy and youthful glow for the first time. Under the direct sunlight, one could even faintly see those cute and tiny hairs.

Anyone could see the earth-shattering change in him at a glance. His smile, every strand of his jet-black hair, all indicated the vitality of this moment.

Despite being twenty-eight years old, in this body, it seemed like countless golden and fluffy wheat ears had suddenly grown out in a hurry, swaying freely in the wind.

Wen Ke smiled slightly, stepped on the gas pedal, and headed towards home.

At this moment, he suddenly thought—

Perhaps, he had truly ushered in his golden age.