Last Love chapter 131

Wen Ke’s due date was in the last week of June. After calculating the days, he belatedly realized that the two little ones, like him, would be born as Cancer babies in the season of late spring and early summer. They even shared birthdays that were quite close to his own.

Time indeed passed quickly. A few months just flew by, and in a little over a week, he would truly become a father. Actually, when he thought about it, everything felt a bit surreal.

Upon learning about it, Xu Jiale teased him, “Wen Ke, it looks like your home will be a crab nest in the future. Speaking of which, what’s the personality of a Cancer?”

Wen Ke didn’t immediately respond; in fact, even he wasn’t very clear about astrology.

At this point, Fu Xiaoyu, curious, took out his phone and started searching. Then he read aloud, “Online says… caring, gentle, and responsible.”

“It seems astrology is quite accurate—a natural good father,” commented Xu Jiale, pushing his glasses. “Wen Ke, you’re about to give birth. How are you feeling these days? Is there any discomfort? How’s your mood?”

Wen Ke replied, “Everything is fine on my end, and the Han family is taking good care of me.”

Despite saying this, Fu Xiaoyu still looked a bit worried due to his concern. He patted Wen Ke’s shoulder and said, “There’s a lot going on with LITE and IM lately. I still need to go back to handle things, but I’ll be back early next weekend.”

His tone was very serious, almost carrying an Alpha-style sense of responsibility.

“Okay,” Wen Ke squinted slightly, his smile gentle. He lightly shook hands with Fu Xiaoyu. “Don’t worry.”

During the time Han Jiangque was unconscious, the relationship between him and Fu Xiaoyu quietly underwent changes.

Many emotions perhaps only existed between two Omegas.

The connection and resonance of that kind of emotion, even longtime friend Xu Jiale couldn’t comprehend—

Only Omegas could truly understand the hardship of the birthing process. Moreover, on this lonely road, Wen Ke could only move forward alone.

Wen Ke knew that Fu Xiaoyu was concerned about him.

But in a more important sense, he also felt concern for Fu Xiaoyu.

Entering the third month of Han Jiangque’s coma was an even more difficult time for everyone who cared about him.

The most desperate moments often weren’t when bad news was just received. At that time, everyone always felt there was still a lot of hope. However, as time passed day by day, after dozens of days, whether one wanted to admit it or not, many people gradually realized—

Han Jiangque might never come back.

One night, Wen Ke couldn’t sleep and came to the hospital to see Han Jiangque. Unexpectedly, he found Fu Xiaoyu sitting on a bench in the hospital corridor, secretly crying.

Wen Ke remembered walking over and sitting quietly beside Fu Xiaoyu.

After a long time, Fu Xiaoyu murmured, “I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry, Wen Ke. When you agreed to artificial marking back then, I felt relieved in my heart.” Fu Xiaoyu said, “I just really wanted Han Jiangque to wake up.”

Fu Xiaoyu had closed his eyes as he said this.

It was a moment of vulnerability, like a child, that the proud Omega had never exposed before.

“I understand,” Wen Ke shook his head, as he gently embraced Fu Xiaoyu’s shoulder. In a low voice, he said, “You’re his best friend, and you, like me, miss him.”

“Wen Ke…” Fu Xiaoyu didn’t resist; he just leaned tiredly against Wen Ke. “I’m really scared.”

“Me too,” Wen Ke said.

Me too.

These two words probably carried more strength than “don’t be afraid.”

During this time, Fu Xiaoyu managed the affairs of IM Group and LITE in B City, and the Last Love app thrived under his and Xu Jiale’s care. He continued to clear the influence of the Zhuo family based on the foundation laid by Wen Ke.

Wen Ke certainly understood Fu Xiaoyu. Because, in a way, they were the same.

He, too, was a resilient Omega who quickly gathered his crumbling emotions and engaged in the battlefield. Their “fear” did not lack courage.

Adults rarely open their emotional worlds to each other, but on this night, they undoubtedly depended on each other.

…

Xu Jiale brought a bag of fresh mangosteen. He sat on the side, leisurely peeling the mangosteen.

After revealing the snowy white flesh, he handed a piece to Wen Ke, thought for a moment, and then handed another piece to Fu Xiaoyu.

Turning to look at Xu Jiale, Fu Xiaoyu, with long eyelashes trembling slightly, didn’t say anything. After eating a piece, Xu Jiale broke another one for him. After a while, he broke another.

The subtle and strange atmosphere between them at that moment did not catch Wen Ke’s attention.

Xu Jiale, having eaten very few himself, went to the window after peeling the mangosteen. Originally intending to enjoy the view outside, when he reached the side of the window, he saw Wen Ke’s hand half-buried under Han Jiangque’s blanket.

Wen Ke was using his fingertips to caress the back of Han Jiangque’s hand, then quietly and gently, he clasped Han Jiangque’s slender fingers in his palm.

The intertwining of ten fingers was originally a silent tenderness between lovers.

But the Alpha, who had been in a coma for a long time, had pallid skin, and even every finger hung down lifelessly, allowing Wen Ke to hold them like this.

Wen Ke held on so tightly, as if he would never let go.

Xu Jiale wanted to say something, but in the end, he remained silent. He didn’t have the heart to disturb Wen Ke.

He took a deep breath and opened the window. The sunshine outside was brilliant.

The afternoon sunlight was really good, seemingly carefree.

After not staying too long, Xu Jiale and Fu Xiaoyu left together. The daily active users of the Last Love app were increasing, and there was still much work to be done.

After they left the ward, Wen Ke also stood by the window. He had originally intended to wave goodbye to Xu Jiale and Fu Xiaoyu from upstairs, but he witnessed a surprising scene.

Xu Jiale’s Tesla was parked in the parking lot. Before the two got in the car, Xu Jiale leaned against the car door, smoking.

Fu Xiaoyu stood in front of him, and the two seemed to be discussing something interesting. Suddenly, Fu Xiaoyu laughed, reached over playfully, as if trying to snatch Xu Jiale’s cigarette.

It was a mischievous move.

Xu Jiale, holding the cigarette, first unceremoniously pushed Fu Xiaoyu away. However, soon after, as if changing his mind, he extinguished the half-smoked cigarette and casually threw it into the trash can.

The two then got into the car and left slowly.

Wen Ke watched in astonishment.

In almost an instant, he realized that something was happening—

Were they secretly in love?

In that moment, Wen Ke’s heart surged with many complex emotions—amazement, worry, and sentiment. But in the end, it all converged into a gentle sigh.

If this had happened before Han Jiangque’s incident, he would have definitely been worried, perhaps even couldn’t help questioning Xu Jiale, and nervously advising Fu Xiaoyu.

But thinking about it now, there was really no need for that.

Be it smooth or rough, the journey itself was meaningful.

Every wisp of wind and every drop of rain that a person experiences is destined for them alone.

After Xu Jiale and Fu Xiaoyu left, it started to drizzle in the afternoon in H City.

The sky, brilliant and high, became even more so due to its purity. Wen Ke looked up, seeing raindrops hanging down from the sky like a curtain, as if lying in a river, watching the clear water flowing gently over his head.

This was probably the most beautiful season of the year, he thought.

In the transition between spring and summer, everything was growing.

Even the lush ivy sneaked in through the window, like a mischievous visitor entering the monotonous ward.

…

Wen Ke turned around and locked the door to the ward, then pulled the chair closer to Han Jiangque.

He quietly put a Rolex watch on Han Jiangque’s wrist. It was the one he bought later; the previous one was smashed by Zhuo Yuan with an iron rod, and although he could have repaired it, he chose to buy a new one.

Under the dial of the previous two watches were inscriptions that read “Timeless – Han loves Wen.” Now, thinking back, the young wolf had endured a lot of grievances back then. The new watch he bought also had an inscription, but it was reversed:

“Timeless – Wen Loves Han.”

The Alpha on the hospital bed was quiet. The long period of bed rest had caused his muscles to atrophy somewhat, and the joints had become finer. His fingers unconsciously curled slightly.

But he was still beautiful.

The pale complexion contrasted with raven-like sword-like eyebrows, thin lips pursed. Wen Ke would constantly wet a cotton swab with water every now and then to gently apply it to his lips, keeping them moist and soft. The color of his Alpha’s lips was pale, like a rose with dewdrops in the early morning.

Despite being in a coma for so long, he still looked like a prince who had just fallen asleep.

Wen Ke leaned down and gently kissed Han Jiangque’s lips. “Little wolf, touch our babies.”

He whispered, closing his eyes. Then, from bottom to top, he unbuttoned his own shirt, revealing the prominently bulging belly. The skin was stretched thin, and the round navel was stretched open.

The body of an Omega nearing the due date didn’t possess conventional beauty.

The belly protruded awkwardly, and in the sunlight, every strand of hair glowed with a faint light. He looked like a big white fish flipping out its belly under the scorching sun, and the skin was stretched with pale stripes, like fish scales.

Wen Ke’s body trembled slightly. Shyly, he took Han Jiangque’s unresponsive hand and placed it on the area where life was being nurtured.

Han Jiangque’s fingers unconsciously curled, and Wen Ke patiently, bit by bit, unfolded his slender fingers, then let his hand envelop him.

He stared affectionately at Han Jiangque. Han Jiangque’s palm rested on his belly, and his hand held Han Jiangque’s hand. Then, he bent down with effort, leaning down and forcefully kissing Han Jiangque’s lips.

In everyone else’s eyes, Wen Ke was quiet.

This Omega resiliently accepted the challenges fate presented to him, nurturing life with flexibility. His performance was impeccable.

But in moments unknown to anyone, Wen Ke, in an almost obsessive manner, was trying to retain Han Jiangque.

In a sense, apart from the insertion, they were still making love in a bizarre way.

Wen Ke gasped, playfully whispering to the unconscious Alpha, “Little wolf, I miss you so much.”

He placed Han Jiangque’s face in his shoulder, and the Alpha’s hand caressed his belly, as he touched Alpha’s cheek.

Han Jiangque tilted head, slightly revealed his neck from the hospital gown, and a fierce scar marked his long nape, a trace left from gland repair.

Wen Ke tenderly caressed Han Jiangque’s neck, feeling the warmth there, even sensing the pulsing of his neck.

“I’m about to give birth.”

Wen Ke murmured, “You said if no one is there when it happens, Omegas might suffer from pheromone deficiency… it’s pitiful. I’m your Omega now, little wolf, can you feel it?”

He said, “I’m yours.”

He used to be afraid of these words, but now he wasn’t.

A silent Alpha, a pregnant Omega with a bare, full belly, in the snow-white room, the unresponsive intimacy filled with forbidden love and desire.

Han Jiangque didn’t wake up, but Wen Ke could vividly smell him.

No longer the strong scent of whiskey pheromones, now it was so faint, so light, that others couldn’t sense it.

Only he knew.

Han Jiangque’s pheromones were like a cloud of sorrow, elusive but still lingering in the small ward.

Because he was his Omega.

They were connected by blood and flesh, so he could smell it.

“Little wolf, I’m scared.”

Wen Ke, as if whispering, nibbled on Han Jiangque’s ear and softly said, “Don’t leave me alone, okay?”

After a light rain, a moist breeze blew through the ward. Han Jiangque lay in Wen Ke’s arms, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly.

For a moment, Wen Ke really thought he was about to wake up.

But it was just a gust of wind after all.

Wen Ke’s eyes were slightly red, but he didn’t shed tears. He just held Han Jiangque, who was much thinner than usual, even tighter and gently kissed his forehead, saying, “I’ll wait for you, little wolf, no matter how long it takes, I’ll wait for you.”

…

That night, when leaving the hospital, Wen Ke saw Nie Xiaolou again.

After Han Jiangque fell into a coma, Nie Xiaolou had actually visited him three or four times, always in the late night when no one was around.

In Wen Ke’s memory, Nie Xiaolou, who was nearly forty ten years ago, was still very beautiful. However, ten years had passed, and Nie Xiaolou had aged. He had once captivating phoenix eyes that were now showing shallow wrinkles at the corners. He had a slender figure, and his expression was cold and indifferent when looking at people.

He obviously didn’t want to talk to anyone, and Han’s family didn’t stop him. Wen Ke had seen Nie Xiaolou sitting silently by Han Jiangque’s bedside before, not touching him.

He just sat there, sometimes looking at Han Jiangque, sometimes at the giraffe painting that Wen Ke had hung on the hospital wall from Han Jiangque’s high school days.

One time, when Han Zhan came to pick up Wen Ke, Nie Xiaolou was there too. Han Zhan just sat in the car, watching Nie Xiaolou until he left the hospital.

“Is it time to give birth?”

Originally, Wen Ke just greeted Nie Xiaolou from a distance. After so many times, Nie Xiaolou had never spoken to him. So when he suddenly heard Nie Xiaolou speak, he couldn’t help but be surprised.

“Yes, the due date is next weekend.”

Wen Ke tentatively said softly, “Uncle Nie, will you come?”

Nie Xiaolou didn’t answer his question. “Has a name been chosen?”

“Yes,” Wen Ke said. “It’s twins. One is named Han Jiangxue, and the other is named Wen Nian.”

“A surname Wen?” Nie Xiaolou seemed a bit surprised, then nodded silently, saying in a hoarse voice, “Wen is good.”

Wen Ke guessed that Nie Xiaolou probably didn’t want both children to have the surname Han. But back then, he had retained the name Han Zhan had given to Han Jiangque.

Nie Xiaolou didn’t speak anymore. He didn’t tell Wen Ke whether he would come or not and just turned to enter Han Jiangque’s ward.

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