Last Love chapter 61
Han Jiangque returned home late at night. He probably thought Wen Ke was already asleep, so he quietly undressed and got into bed. However, Wen Ke suddenly hugged him tightly around the neck, startling him.
“You’re not asleep?” Han Jiangque’s voice was somewhat hoarse.
“No.” Wen Ke curled up in his chest, using the tip of his toes to lightly tap on Han Jiangque’s instep. “Thinking about things.”
Wen Ke was slender but not very tall, typical of an Asian Omega male compared to the tall and slim Fu Xiaoyu. Given their height difference, the most comfortable position for him in his Alpha’s arms was probably when Han Jiangque held him. However, perhaps due to Han Jiangque’s habits, when they slept together, it was more often that he was the one embracing Han Jiangque.
Lately, maybe because of the approaching deep autumn, he seemed to be more sensitive to the cold. He always wanted to stay under the covers, and he liked snuggling into Han Jiangque’s embrace more than before.
“Thinking about the proposal and… you.”
“Me?”
“You said you went to the gym, but it took more than two hours.” Wen Ke paused. “I was getting sleepy.”
“Han Xiaoque, did you really go for a run?”
Wen Ke lifted his head, asking earnestly.
Han Jiangque remained silent for a moment before nodding. “Yes.”
“You guys were discussing work, so I went downstairs to the cafĂ© after finishing my workout.”
He added while looking at Wen Ke steadily.
Han Jiangque’s eyes were indeed beautiful, clear and sincere like a young man. However, in the darkness, those pitch-black pupils occasionally revealed a mysterious and melancholic aura.
Wen Ke didn’t speak immediately. After a while, he softly said, “I missed you, baby.”
Sometimes, Wen Ke felt like he was being overly affectionate. Han Jiangque used the term “baby” very cautiously, yet Wen Ke couldn’t help himself.
Han Jiangque heard these words and a slightly shy, yet happy smile appeared on his face. He lifted Wen Ke’s butt, raising his body upwards.
Han Jiangque seemed to enjoy this position. Wen Ke guessed it was Han Jiangque’s way of expressing affection—lifting him up high and looking at him, just like he had mentioned before, watching tall giraffes in Florida.
Wen Ke was still concerned about the significance of the date 6.12 but ultimately didn’t ask. Perhaps he had an inkling… as if, deep down, he knew the answer.
This strange feeling was like a fuzzy monster’s shadow passing by in the dark, making it hard to distinguish between dreaming and being awake, leaving only a momentary discomfort.
He shook his head, deciding to ignore this thought.
Being lifted like this made him bend down uncomfortably, and he buried his face in Han Jiangque’s shoulder. “Han Xiaoque…”
Maybe due to fatigue, his voice had a bit of a nasal tone, sounding somewhat childish and coquettish. “Let’s sleep. I’m so tired, and tomorrow I need to check if there are suitable clothes at home.”
“Alright.” Han Jiangque re-embraced Wen Ke.
The drowsy Omega was like a little cat, soft and limp. While stroking Wen Ke’s back, Han Jiangque remembered something and asked, “What clothes are you looking for?”
“Fu Xiaoyu said… we need to prepare a formal outfit for the meeting with Blue Rain, something high-end.”
Wen Ke, struggling to keep his eyes open, mumbled, “I bought several suits a long time ago. Tomorrow, I’ll have to take them out, iron them, and see how they fit.”
“Formal wear?” Han Jiangque’s expression suddenly brightened.
He immediately pounced on Wen Ke, biting his face fiercely. “You’re wearing formal wear?”
Wen Ke was suddenly wide awake from the bite.
Feeling confused, he looked up and saw Han Jiangque pressing him down, his eyes shining with anticipation.
“Several years ago, I bought the suits, and there hasn’t been any occasion to wear them since. I don’t even know if they still fit.”
“Then let’s buy new ones.”
Han Jiangque immediately suggested, “I’ll use the prize money from boxing to buy them for you.”
“Does that mean I can spend recklessly?”
Wen Ke couldn’t help but laugh.
“Of course.”
Han Jiangque knew he was joking but still said it very seriously.
To Wen Ke’s surprise, Han Jiangque directly dragged him to the most upscale commercial district in City B the next day, one high-ceilinged, brightly lit luxury men’s fashion store after another, emitting subtle fragrances.
Luxury stores had seamlessly integrated brand concepts into their designs and spatial arrangements, creating a strong sense of elegance upon entering.
Enthusiastic sales associates welcomed them inside, and as Wen Ke looked at the displayed suits, shirts, and accessories, he suddenly hesitated.
“This one, and this one, and this one,”
However, Han Jiangque had already started picking one after another along the racks. “And this set.”
Wen Ke found his actions a bit overwhelming and quickly caught up, whispering, “Isn’t this too… too many?”
“Try them all,” Han Jiangque said decisively.
Wen Ke had no choice but to enter the fitting room and start changing.
For others who had been in the workforce for a long time, it was a common occurrence, but for him, it was nerve-wracking. Over the years, Zhuo Yuan rarely took him to any formal events, and the few suits he bought earlier were neatly stored in the wardrobe, unused.
Even back then, he felt uncomfortable wearing those formal suits. Dressing was both an adornment and an indication of one’s status. A person would only feel comfortable and at ease when wearing clothes that matched their identity and lifestyle.
Just like back in the day when he had nothing to do with his family and felt relieved only when wearing casual home attire, thinking that it truly represented himself.
That hidden sense of inferiority had quietly persisted until today.
Entering the luxurious and high-end store, a strong and awkward sense of unfamiliarity struck him again.
While changing clothes, he didn’t look in the mirror but slowly buttoned up the shirt, then put on the navy blue suit jacket.
He hadn’t changed his pants yet. He took a deep breath, knocked on the fitting room door, and then realized he was the one inside the fitting room. His face flushed slightly as he unlocked the door and cautiously peeked out.
Han Jiangque, who had been standing at the entrance of the corridor, walked over quickly when he saw him stick out half of his head.
He reached out and pulled him out, examining him from head to toe.
“I, I’ve changed…”
Because Han Jiangque remained silent for a bit too long, Wen Ke couldn’t help feeling nervous and spoke awkwardly.
“Mm.”
Han Jiangque nodded, a strange expression on his face, leaving Wen Ke even more confused.
“Sir, this set looks outstanding on you, very handsome.”
The Beta female shop assistant praised.
“Try a few more.”
Suddenly, Han Jiangque said, handing Wen Ke several suits and pushing him back into the fitting room. “Try them all; come out and let me see each one.”
His movements were somewhat rough, and there was a subtle difference in his expression compared to before, appearing urgent and restless.
Wen Ke couldn’t comprehend it, and for a moment, he wondered if he wasn’t matching the clothes well or if it didn’t suit him.
He returned to the fitting room in confusion, absentmindedly playing with the buttons on the shirt.
Then, he suddenly heard Han Jiangque’s low voice outside the door, “We’ll take the one he’s wearing.”
As the clicking sound of the high-heeled shoes of the female shop assistant gradually faded, the fitting room door was abruptly pushed open.
Caught off guard, Wen Ke looked up, facing a slightly breathless Han Jiangque.
The tall Alpha’s expression was a mix of complex emotions. Despite the intense atmosphere, there was a forced restraint and shyness.
This strange tension permeated the entire fitting room.
Han Jiangque lowered his head, and his wolf-like gaze was fixed on Wen Ke. At first glance, it seemed fierce and animalistic, and the strong scent of whiskey pheromones filled the small fitting room.
For a moment, Wen Ke thought Han Jiangque was going to kiss him.
But in the end, the Alpha only touched his face.
“Wen Ke…”
Han Jiangque’s voice trembled, and at such a close distance, Wen Ke could almost see a very faint blush on his face.
Then, the fierce feeling in Han Jiangque’s eyes dissipated suddenly. It was as if he were intoxicated, revealing an unknown sense of happiness.
“Wen Ke…”
He repeated, gently caressing Wen Ke’s cheek once again, saying very softly, “My Omega.”
Wen Ke was dumbfounded.
It was the first time Han Jiangque called him that.
Then, Han Jiangque seemed to be surprised by his own actions and quickly exited the fitting room, closing the door behind him.
Behind the closed door, his muffled voice came, “Try a few more; I want to see.”
“Okay.”
Blushing, Wen Ke responded.
Finally, he slowly lifted his head and looked at himself in the mirror.