Last Love chapter 107
That night, Wen Ke was a bit excited due to his conversation with Fu Xiaoyu. He tossed and turned in bed, thinking about the upcoming event, unable to sleep properly.
Enduring until midnight, Wen Ke felt a bit anxious. However, insomnia works in such a way that the more anxious you are, the harder it is to sleep. He struggled through a half-awake state until morning, feeling uncomfortable all over after getting up.
After a refreshing shower, he felt better. He quickly put on the dark blue suit he had prepared before.
There weren’t many choices for formal wear for pregnant Omegas. Even special designs aimed to conceal the protruding belly, leaning towards a more concise and restrained style. However, such clothing was uncomfortable for Omega during pregnancy.
Wen Ke examined himself in the mirror, and although he wasn’t the awkward Omega in a suit that he used to be, he now had a few carefully ironed suits hanging in his wardrobe. There were also some tasteful ties and cufflinks in his accessory cabinet.
During this period, he rapidly transformed into a career-oriented Omega, both mentally and externally. He was poised, efficient, and meticulous.
However, this time, he found himself looking a bit awkward in the mirror. The protruding belly was tightly restrained, and although it looked neat, there was a sense of deliberate effort. It felt like, even through the fabric, the babies inside were curled up uncomfortably.
The little ones inside his belly must be uncomfortable.
Recalling Fu Xiaoyu’s words, just before leaving, he decisively took off the tight suit and changed into a casual maternity sweater, specially bought for him by Han Jiangque. The front of the sweater had a protruding belly with a cartoon giraffe sleeping on it. It wasn’t the most formal attire, but Wen Ke finally smiled slightly when he looked at himself in the mirror.
Before leaving, he put on the Rolex watch that Han Jiangque gave him. The inner side of the strap had a small “Timeless Love” inscription, clinging closely to his pulse, conveying a sense of enduring warmth.
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The driver that Han Jiangque arranged for him was named Jiang Chao, a reserved middle-aged Alpha. Even Wen Ke could tell that he had quite a background.
His posture was upright, his sharp eyes always keenly observing the surroundings. Whether opening the door or following Wen Ke, he maintained a precise distance of two steps, a level of protection that definitely met the standards of the most professional bodyguards from the Han family.
Jiang Chao parked the Audi in the underground parking lot next to B University’s auditorium. As soon as they got out of the car, Jiang Chao squinted his eyes warily due to the surging crowd.
At first glance, there were groups of students everywhere. In the elevator, Wen Ke and other students were pushing and shoving each other. One Alpha was pushed towards Wen Ke, exclaiming, but immediately felt like he fell onto an iron railing.
Turning his head, he found himself leaning on the arms of a man. When he looked at Jiang Chao’s indifferent eyes, he realized he had fallen onto this man.
Jiang Chao used his arm to create a small space for Wen Ke in the crowded elevator and calmly said to the university student Alpha, “Please step back.”
“Okay, okay,” the university student retreated a step, frightened.
The invisible momentum on Jiang Chao made the noisy elevator quiet down a bit. While the students couldn’t discern his identity, they could feel that a person like him appearing on a university campus was quite out of place.
Wen Ke gestured with his eyes towards Jiang Chao, telling him, “It’s okay.”
When they reached the entrance of the auditorium, Wen Ke said to Jiang Chao in a low voice, “Let’s pull back a bit. It’s okay; you don’t need to be too tense. If you follow me so closely in the venue, It will make students feel distant.”
Jiang Chao narrowed his eyes slightly, silent for a moment, and finally reluctantly nodded.
Entering the venue, Wen Ke found that the auditorium, which could accommodate 1,700 people, was unexpectedly packed. Some students even sat on the steps in the corridors.
This sight surprised him as an organizer.
Xu Jiale sat beside the stage in front of the big screen. He had been an assistant professor abroad, and with today’s questionnaire part being his main responsibility, he arrived the earliest.
At this moment, the large projection screen was showing the last love promotional video made by LITE. The opening scene was the golden wheat field Wen Ke had used in the PPT at Blue Rain. A gentle breeze blew across the scene.
Teacher He from B University quietly approached, handing Wen Ke and Jiang Chao each a name badge. “Seats in the first two rows are arranged for your people and the media. You can organize the time.”
He pointed to the front seats.
However, Jiang Chao didn’t choose to sit in the first row. Instead, he turned around, standing upright on the right side of the auditorium’s front door, his eyes sweeping the entire auditorium.
It was his habit. He always had to be in a place where he could see the whole situation. The first row meant having your back to others, implying a huge blind spot in the field of vision. So, he couldn’t sit there.
“Fuck.”
Zhuo Yuan, who was secretly sitting in the left-back area of the auditorium, almost made eye contact with Jiang Chao. He suddenly shrank his body, then lowered the duckbill cap on his head a little, and couldn’t help but curse under his breath.
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Wen Ke looked up and saw Fu Xiaoyu sitting beside a row of media reporters.
Fu Xiaoyu was also looking at Wen Ke, and his expression still looked a bit tired. However, whenever he appeared in public, Fu Xiaoyu was always radiant. He wore a dark gray overcoat with a white shirt inside and a black vest. Underneath, he stepped on a pair of warm brown long boots, making his legs look even longer and more beautiful.
When the two made eye contact, Fu Xiaoyu’s gaze quickly swept up and down. When he saw Wen Ke’s outfit, he suddenly understood and gave a faint smile.
Wen Ke’s heart suddenly warmed. He knew that, at that moment, he and Fu Xiaoyu were on the same wavelength.
If you violate the physiological characteristics of a pregnant Omega and dress formally, how can you appear confident?
Confidence shouldn’t be tense; it should be relaxed.
A pregnant Omega should enter work in the most comfortable state, facing it with composure.
Wen Ke raised his head and walked confidently towards the large screen, standing next to Xu Jiale.
At that moment, the promotional video ended, and the lights came back on. The auditorium was buzzing with excitement, as the university students were discussing the app.
Wen Ke faced these diverse gazes calmly.
He didn’t rush but chose to patiently wait until the auditorium gradually quieted down.
“Hello, everyone. My surname is Wen, and this is Professor Xu. Today, it’s the two of us here to showcase this dating and socializing app.”
Wen Ke stood at the front, holding the microphone steadily, not hiding his prominently protruding belly. He paid no attention to the surprised looks from the audience and the whispers around.
He smiled and said seriously, “Honestly, I didn’t expect so many students to attend today’s pre-event. It’s not that I lack confidence in our team’s product, but I didn’t expect that, with Valentine’s Day approaching, there are still so many single students in B City. Looking at it this way, is there something wrong with our university education?”
The seated students smiled, and the atmosphere became more relaxed than imagined.
“So, my assumption now is that everyone here among the nearly two thousand people is single. Tell me, am I right? Anyone in a romantic relationship? Raise your hand, let me see.”
Some hands went up.
“The one in the gray sweater in the seventh row on the far right,” Wen Ke randomly picked someone and asked, “Are you an Alpha? Beta or Omega?”
“Omega.”
“So, you have a partner,” Wen Ke confirmed.
“Yes,” the male Omega replied lively, “I have an Alpha.”
“Why are you here, then?” Wen Ke deliberately said with a stern face, “Go outside.”
The male Omega used his hands as a trumpet and shouted, “Because I want to find a new one!”
Laughter erupted in the entire auditorium.
“Don’t laugh, don’t laugh. This is such a normal request!”
Wen Ke also laughed. He raised his hand to signal everyone to quiet down and then said slowly, “Alright, fickle Omega, you can stay. Let me tell you all something. Today, we’re not just discussing our app. It’s strange, right? You’re all adults, with forty hours of class every week, twenty-four hours of major courses, sixteen hours of elective courses, but not a single hour where you can sit down together and talk about the thing most related to our lives—love. So today is different; let’s talk about this thing called love.”
Wen Ke continued, “Are there any third or fourth-year students here? One question for you. In a week, how much time do you spend looking for your first job after graduation? When I say how much time, it includes not only the time you spend submitting resumes but also the time you spend contemplating your future direction.”
The answers below were chaotic, with some saying seven to eight hours and others saying more than twenty.
“So, the second question. When you are single and want to date, in a week, how much time do you spend thinking about the kind of person you truly like? What should their appearance be like, how should they talk, what should their hobbies be?”
The room became less noisy, and fewer people answered this question compared to the previous one.
Wen Ke, not surprised, looked at the students in the auditorium and said softly, “Now, without limiting the time to a week, let me ask another question. How many of you have—thought about what kind of person you are? What kind of love do you desire in your soul? Romantic, wild, or one that provides security and stability? Have you faced the deepest fantasies hidden in your heart, be it about love or sex? What are the beautiful images of those fantasies?”
The entire auditorium suddenly became quiet.
These questions, one by one, were closer to the heart, but not a single person seemed to have an answer.
“You see, people may change jobs many times. In this era, even staying in a company for five or six years is considered loyal. But we are willing to spend over a dozen or twenty hours in a week contemplating and researching. Of course, I agree; this is a responsible and mature approach for contemporary college students.”
“But the question I want to raise here is, why prioritize one thing over another? Don’t we understand what the most important vow of our lives is? It’s definitely not saying to a company, ‘I’m willing to be a workhorse here for my entire life.’ The most solemn vow of our lives is that one day, we will, in the presence of our parents, friends, and relatives, hold the hand of our beloved and say to each other, ‘For better or for worse, until death do us part.'”
“We clearly know that we are looking for a lifelong partner.”
Wen Ke paused for a long time. His gaze swept over all the youthful faces in the auditorium, and he asked, word by word, “So why, why do we think that love doesn’t need research, doesn’t need trial and error, doesn’t need contemplation?”
Zhuo Yuan, sitting in the back row, was almost sunk into his seat. He pressed his hat brim with his hand but couldn’t help using his limited field of view to keep watching Wen Ke standing in front of the auditorium.
He felt incredibly unfamiliar yet strangely familiar.
That humorous and talkative Wen Ke, that radiant Wen Ke who controlled the situation.
In their marriage, Wen Ke seemed to have been pressed into a flat shadow—quiet, dull. Zhuo Yuan almost forgot how dazzling the boy he had liked in high school used to be.
The entire auditorium was now silent.
“Because our society relies too much on the compatibility of pheromones,” Wen Ke said in a deep voice. “Our society believes too much in the matching of pheromones, but at the same time, it underestimates our inner selves as humans. We are blinded by our senses, dominated by the vast computational systems, and our instincts for love are governed.”