Last Love chapter 11

At that time, Han Jiangque’s appearance had already hinted at the adult he would become—sharp eyebrows like a sword’s edge, a straight and tall nose, eyes opening like petal-like folds, both beautiful and profound.

As Wen Ke looked at him, he suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of safety and contentment.

Just then, with a creak, the door to the examination room opened.

A tall doctor walked up to Wen Ke, his face against the light making it impossible to see his expression clearly. Wen Ke only remembered the doctor handing him a page of test results, saying, “The results are out, and you are indeed an Omega. However…”

Wen Ke’s body trembled suddenly, his mind instantly in a haze. He barely registered the doctor’s words about “you differentiated too late, pay attention to gland health” and similar warnings.

He couldn’t even bring himself to accept the thin report; it was Han Jiangque who reached out and took it.

Han Jiangque tightly gripped Wen Ke’s wrist, pulling him out of the hospital, and then the two of them lowered their heads together to read the words on the report.

On the snow-white paper, his gender was clearly written: Male, Omega.

Wen Ke remembered that it was an unusually overcast day; heavy clouds pressed down as if they wanted to crush his spine.

“How is this possible?” Han Jiangque clutched the report, his facial lines tense, lips pressed, an expression that couldn’t be described as either angry or serious. “How can you be an Omega? You don’t even have a scent, damn it.”

Unable to help it, Wen Ke lifted his head, looking at Han Jiangque with confusion.

He wasn’t just an Omega.

He was an E-grade Omega.

Gland levels ranged from high to low as SABCDE, and he was in the lowest category.

He was destined to have no rich pheromones, no perfect reproductive system. He was indeed an unqualified Omega.

“So, you’ll go into heat.”

Han Jiangque stared fixedly at the estimated heat date on the report, then suddenly reached out, grabbing Wen Ke’s collar. “Once you go into heat, you won’t care about anything. You’ll be like my old man, thinking only about finding an Alpha to mark you—once in heat, anyone will do, as long as they’re an Alpha, anyone can take you.”

“I… Han Jiangque, I don’t know.”

Wen Ke muttered, his voice getting smaller. “I haven’t gone into heat yet, but I’m not someone just anyone can…”

I’m not someone just anyone can do. I want to be with you.

He thought like this in his heart, but he didn’t dare say it anymore. Even thinking about the recent hand-holding filled him with trepidation.

In Han Jiangque’s eyes, he almost saw a naked disgust.

“You’ll get pregnant.”

Han Jiangque said each word deliberately. “Wen Ke, you’ll get pregnant, won’t you?”

Wen Ke couldn’t answer, his whole being stunned. He had just learned his true gender, and before he could experience this physical and mental transformation, he was already struck by a strong sense of shame.

He didn’t understand what was wrong with going into heat or getting pregnant, but the way the boy in front of him said it, full of disgust, made him start to hate himself too.

“Wen Ke, why aren’t you a Beta?”

Han Jiangque suddenly let go of Wen Ke. His eyes flashed with a strong disappointment, and he repeated, “Why can’t you be a Beta?”

“I’m sorry…”

Wen Ke looked up, tears in his eyes as he gazed at Han Jiangque.

He really had no backbone, but facing the disappointed eyes of someone he liked felt like facing a terrifying disaster.

He thought that as long as he admitted his mistake, Han Jiangque would accept him.

But Han Jiangque just shook his head, turned around, and left, holding the report.

Wen Ke stood still, dumbfounded.

The whole world seemed to darken, and everything became silent—

But he knew that in that moment, something in his heart had indeed shattered, and it could never be pieced back together.

…

For the events that followed, Wen Ke’s memories from these years were very blurry because everything seemed to happen very quickly.

He took a sick day and didn’t go to school. Everything seemed calm, but on the third day, when he arrived at the classroom with his school bag, everything was different.

Everyone looked at him with strange and subtle eyes, as if he were a weird newcomer on the first day of class. Meanwhile, Han Jiangque had taken leave.

It was Zhuo Yuan, who was the class monitor at that time, who stood up first, gently saying to him, “Xiao Ke, we all found out this morning—actually, it’s okay to differentiate late. The teacher said your glands aren’t very healthy, and it’s not suitable for you to be in the AB class. So, today we’ll help you with the transfer procedures, and you can go to the Omega class immediately.”

For Wen Ke, it was like a bolt from the blue.

He had never thought that Han Jiangque would tell others about his situation.

Now, he not only had to switch to a strange class in his senior year, but he also had to endure everyone’s strange looks. Everyone knew he was an E-grade Omega.

For the seventeen-eighteen-year-old Wen Ke, it was like the end of the world.

After class that day, he held his breath and went to Han Jiangque’s home but heard from Han Jiangque’s Omega father that Han Jiangque had a fever yesterday after returning from school and was now sleeping in his room.

Wen Ke didn’t go in to visit; he turned around and went home. At that time, he only had one thought in his mind: he would never speak to Han Jiangque again.

From that day on, he transferred to another class, deleting Han Jiangque’s phone number and all other contact information from his phone.

Han Jiangque seemed to sense something, but at that time, he was so proud and arrogant that he didn’t come to apologize to Wen Ke or pay any attention to him.

They passed by each other many times in school, but neither spoke. Both turned their faces coldly and remained silent.

Thus began a falling out between them.

…

In hindsight, many stories don’t necessarily have to end this way.

The earth-shattering events of that age, if given a moment of calm, a little patience, perhaps could have been resolved.

But fate did not give Wen Ke that time.

Just a week after receiving the report, his mother was diagnosed with advanced breast cancer.

Wen Ke couldn’t care less about Han Jiangque anymore. He shuttled between the hospital and school every day, exhausted, looking at the terrifying medical bills but powerless to do anything. Their family savings were truly insufficient to cope with such a serious illness.

Upon hearing the news, Wen Ke’s mother’s first reaction was resignation, but Wen Ke was adamant. He immediately began making arrangements to sell the house, but finding a buyer for an old house in a small northern town proved difficult.

For the first time, the not-yet-eighteen-year-old boy experienced the hardships and helplessness of life.

During that time, Zhuo Yuan accompanied him.

Wen Ke’s mother had worked as a maid in Zhuo Yuan’s family before falling seriously ill. Now, the Zhuo family generously helped bear the medical and hospitalization expenses.

Wen Ke wrote IOUs to Zhuo Yuan, one after another. Zhuo Yuan was always gentle, refusing several times before reluctantly accepting, but he always reassured Wen Ke not to worry about the money.

But how could he not worry?

He could only keep thanking Zhuo Yuan.

In the process of continuously expressing gratitude, Wen Ke realized that when facing Zhuo Yuan, he had already lost the power of equality.

In his rundown home, Wen Ke gave himself to Zhuo Yuan for the first time.

During that time, he was numb and forgetful, completely forgetting his own heat period. But Zhuo Yuan stuck with him those days, so everything seemed accidental yet destined.

Although he was in heat, the pain of having his underdeveloped reproductive organs forcibly opened made him almost believe he would die in bed. Zhuo Yuan would kiss him gently, generously expressing that he wouldn’t permanently mark him right away, and then whispered words of love in his ear, promising that they would get married and be together forever.

Sometimes people are really lost.

He didn’t know if he believed in Zhuo Yuan’s tenderness first and willingly submitted; or if he understood his own destiny first and was willing to believe.

But in any case, he made his choice.

The only thing that made his heart ache was the doorbell that rang suddenly after the impromptu marking.

Zhuo Yuan only put on a shirt and went to open the door, returning with a smile after a while.

“Who is it?” Wen Ke weakly asked him.

“Han Jiangque,” Zhuo Yuan casually replied. “Do you want to see him? He glanced at me and left, didn’t say there was anything.”

Wen Ke lay silently on the bed for a long, long time before finally calming down and murmuring, “It should be… fine.”

“That’s good.” Zhuo Yuan walked over and kissed his face. “I love you, Xiao Ke.”

That year, Wen Ke’s eighteenth birthday was spent with Zhuo Yuan.

He made two wishes: one for his mother to recover, and the other to get into his desired university—

Neither came true.

Life is full of regrets, many, many regrets.

Han Jiangque said he looked like a giraffe.

Wen Ke later thought, perhaps it was because he had gotten used to standing with his neck stretched out in a waiting posture—

In the wheat field, gazing in the direction of the vast wilderness.