Last Love

Last Love chapter 62

When Wen Ke lifted his head, he felt a bit uneasy for reasons he couldn’t quite explain.

He looked at his reflection in the mirror, wearing a neatly tailored navy blue suit with a silver vertically striped shirt. Under the bright lights, he truly seemed like a different person.

Normally, he wore pure cotton T-shirts and casual pants, seemingly fitting well with the soft and harmless first half of his life.

The lines of formal attire were neat, sharp, and meticulous, embodying the elite traits he secretly yearned for, much like Fu Xiaoyu.

Taking a deep breath, he reached out to push a strand of hair from his forehead, revealing its well-shaped and elegant appearance, making him appear lively.

Looking at his face in the mirror, he nervously bit his lip and then smiled at himself.

The smile carried a hint of shyness, but as the corners of his lips stretched, a subtle ambition gradually appeared in the light-colored pupils of this Omega.

In that moment, he earnestly thought that he hoped to truly live up to this outfit.

Logically, buying one suit to meet with Blue Rain would have sufficed, but Han Jiangque was clearly not satisfied with that. He picked out three or four suits and shirts of different colors from just this one men’s clothing store.

The last suit Wen Ke changed into was an elegant milky-white. This color was clearly unsuitable for business meetings, and the price was particularly high. Wen Ke had no intention of keeping it, but Han Jiangque insisted on buying it and made a rather strange request.

“Don’t change out of it, cut off the tags,” Han Jiangque vaguely said.

“Huh?” Wen Ke was a bit puzzled.

Before he could react, Han Jiangque had already paid, holding his hand. “Just wear this, it looks good.”

Confused, Wen Ke was led out of the store by Han Jiangque. In the mall’s lighting, he keenly noticed that Han Jiangque’s ears were slightly reddened.

He couldn’t help but raise his arm and casually grab Han Jiangque’s ear. “What are you thinking, Han Xiaoque?”

“Hey, Wen Ke.” Han Jiangque was also surprised. His face showed a faint blush this time, and he glared back at Wen Ke with a fierce look. “Don’t pull my ears in public.”

Wen Ke couldn’t help but laugh—

It turns out Han Jiangque still cared about his image.

But despite Han Jiangque’s fierce eyes and mouth, he seemed reluctant to push Wen Ke away and instead let him grab his ear. Even because of this action, he had to bow his head a bit awkwardly.

Although Wen Ke was usually reserved, for some reason, when he teased Han Jiangque, he suddenly became more thick-skinned and proactive.

The two then went to other luxury stores. To Wen Ke’s surprise, Han Jiangque seemed to understand these things quite well. He even wanted to buy a precious watch for him, but this time, Wen Ke firmly refused.

Although he said he was okay with casual spending, in reality, he couldn’t bear to see Han Jiangque squander the prize money he earned from boxing, especially on clothes. Accessories like ties, cufflinks, and pocket squares were fine, but a men’s watch was a significant amount.

So, in the end, they only bought some small accessories—ties, cufflinks, and the pocket square inside the suit pocket. While Han Jiangque paid, Wen Ke casually walked around the store.

When he reached the corridor near the fitting rooms, suddenly, he heard a very familiar voice.

“Darling, don’t be naughty.”

Although the owner of that voice tried to sound gentle, the implication in the words seemed the person was clearly becoming impatient: “I’ve told you, we’ve encountered some troubles at home recently, and my company needs money. Let’s talk about the movie investment later.”

Following that, a few somewhat muffled sounds came from the fitting room, as if someone inside was speaking unclearly.

“You don’t understand.”

The tone of the previous voice suddenly raised for a moment, then quickly restrained, soothing in a perfunctory manner: “Be obedient and listen.”

Wen Ke’s expression changed slightly. Just then, two figures walked out from the corridor of the fitting rooms, and they collided with Wen Ke—

Indeed, it was Zhuo Yuan.

And following him at a short distance was the Omega with the overly sweet scent who had come to find Zhuo Yuan at Hailan before. However, at this moment, the Omega seemed to be in a bad mood, with red eyes.

“Why are you here?”

Obviously, Zhuo Yuan didn’t expect to meet Wen Ke here. He frowned, seemingly surprised by Wen Ke’s appearance in a white suit.

“Shopping,” Wen Ke replied concisely, then tried to turn around and leave, but Zhuo Yuan immediately stopped him.

“Wait, Xiao Ke.”

Zhuo Yuan caught up, and he looked Wen Ke up and down with a somewhat playful expression, then squinted his eyes slightly, slowly asking, “I have something to discuss with you. I was actually planning to call you these past few days.”

Wen Ke silently looked at him.

He didn’t ask what it was about, which probably made Zhuo Yuan somewhat awkward. But Zhuo Yuan wasn’t deterred by this slight discomfort; instead, he wore a gentle smile and took a step forward, saying, “Before, you handed me a proposal for a dating app. The name of that app… was ‘Last Love,’ right? Sorry, it’s been a while, and I can’t quite remember.”

“It doesn’t matter, no need to remember the name,” Wen Ke said coldly.

“Why is it not important?” Zhuo Yuan chuckled. A hint of inquiry flashed in his eyes, but he continued to smile, “Do you still want to develop that app? Xiao Ke, I admit I didn’t pay much attention to it before. I feel a bit sorry now. How about this? I’ll invest in the planning for your product, and Yuanteng will fund the development. What do you think?”

Wen Ke’s heart skipped a beat. He immediately sensed Zhuo Yuan’s intentions with these words and stared at him, vigilant.

Seeing Wen Ke not responding, Zhuo Yuan’s smile faded slightly. He paused and asked, “What’s wrong? You’ve always wanted to develop your own app, right? Isn’t this a rare opportunity? I’ll offer you a good price. Or… have you already sold ‘Last Love’ to someone else? Who did you sell it to StarTech? Cloud Peak? Xiao Ke, are you intentionally selling it to these companies to retaliate against me?”

At this moment, Wen Ke completely understood Zhuo Yan’s thoughts.

Yuanteng undoubtedly knew they had competitors, and through peripheral connections, they might have found out the name of the other app they were competing with.

Although Zhuo Yuan hadn’t seen his proposal, he must have remembered the name on the folder. Therefore, from the moment they met, every word Zhuo Yuan spoke had a cunning edge.

First, confirming the app’s name, then pretending to want to acquire his proposal. Of course, it would be ideal if he could avoid competition by offering a low price. But Zhuo Yuan probably knew this was unlikely, so the ultimate goal was to find out which industry company Wen Ke had given the proposal to for development, providing a way for private dealings or information gathering about the app.

“Zhuo Yuan, I know what you’re thinking.”

Wen Ke tried to control his expression, not wanting to show his disgust too explicitly. Instead, he stared at him and spoke slowly, “You’re wrong—Last Love is my app, and I will never sell it.”

“So, you mean you are the developer of Last Love?” Zhuo Yuan’s lips slightly curled. “So, are you now in contact with Blue Rain? you think you stand a chance alone?”

Perhaps because he knew that his hidden competitor was not a large company in the industry, Zhuo Yuan’s expression visibly relaxed.

“Yes,” Wen Ke said with deliberate emphasis. “Zhuo Yuan, I am competing with you for Blue Rain’s investment and distribution cooperation. I am your competitor.”

“Xiao Ke, you’re really naive,” Zhuo Yuan laughed. The faint contempt in his eyes couldn’t be concealed. He took a step forward, almost standing face to face with Wen Ke, and said softly, “do you still hate me for the cheating incident, Xiao Ke? Is that why you deliberately provoke me like this?”

The familiar narcissus pheromone scent suddenly hit Wen Ke.

His face turned somewhat pale for some reason. The once overwhelmingly dependent scent now made him feel physiologically repulsed, even reaching the point of nausea.

His fingers trembled slightly, trying to grab onto something for support against the sudden discomfort—

“Get lost.”

Just then, a tall figure suddenly stepped between Zhuo Yuan and Wen Ke, and an incredibly dominant alcohol-based pheromone immediately suppressed the breath of everyone present.

The struggle between Alphas in terms of pheromones has always been primitive and fierce, and once one Alpha releases a strong pheromone scent full of fighting spirit, the other Alpha can only choose to fight or retreat—

Zhuo Yuan subconsciously took a step back.

“It’s you—”

His face didn’t look good, but he still managed to put on a forced smile. “Haven’t seen you for a long time, Han Jiangque. Didn’t expect an LM consultant to come here to shop for clothes. Looks like it’s indeed a well-paying job.”

Wen Ke recovered slightly and caught the meaning in Zhuo Yuan’s words. His face showed a hint of anger, but before he could speak, Han Jiangque had already spoken.

“Zhuo Yuan, you still have time to shop today. I didn’t expect that.”

“What do you mean?” Zhuo Yuan’s face changed abruptly.

Han Jiangque looked at him coldly, slowly saying, “Your father is suspected of bribing officials and maliciously inflating the value of the land in Xiheluo. It’s currently under investigation—just reported in the newspaper today, right?”

Upon hearing this, Zhuo Yuan remained silent. Suddenly, he turned and grabbed the wrist of the Omega behind him, striding out.

From Wen Ke’s position, he could see the eyes exchanged between Zhuo Yuan and Han Jiangque as they brushed past each other.

Zhuo Yan naturally looked gloomy, and the look in Han Jiangque’s eyes also made Wen Ke feel a sense of unfamiliarity in that fleeting moment.

In those pitch-black pupils, there was a chilling and fierce hatred—

In that moment, the usually sincere Alpha for the first time vaguely revealed a dark, bloodthirsty side.

He was like a wolf stealthily prowling in the night.

Wen Ke almost had no doubt that given the opportunity, Han Jiangque would tear Zhuo Yuan apart.

Also in that moment, perhaps from that bone-deep hatred, Wen Ke suddenly woke up as if from a dream—

He remembered.

6.12.

That was the day he was expelled from school for cheating in exams.

Han Jiangque repeatedly remembered this day, undoubtedly out of hatred.

Sometimes, the burning of hatred is more persistent and lasting than that of love.

Because of him, Han Jiangque hated Zhuo Yuan so much—

In that instant, Wen Ke didn’t feel any satisfaction in his heart. To some extent, he was even worried to the point of fear.

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