Last Love chapter 115
Han Jiangque did not come back.
The first day, the second day, and so on.
Wen Ke spent the whole day lying on the bed in a daze. The day after, when he got up, he felt disoriented for a long time.
His whole body ached, as if the psychological pain had spread to his skin and bones, making it painful even to get out of bed.
Han Jiangque was not there. The Sega house was empty, with only him.
He sent several messages to Han Jiangque, but there was no reply.
They had never been like this before.
Breakfast consisted of abalone and shredded chicken porridge, two soup-filled buns, salted duck eggs, several plates of refreshing side dishes, and a small plate of fresh strawberries.
Wen Ke sat at the dining table and stared for a long time. Suddenly, he couldn’t hold back and rushed to the bathroom to dry heave.
It had been a long time since he felt nauseous like this.
In the mirror above the sink, his pale face was reflected. He stared blankly at it, but his mind was filled with Han Jiangque—
Han Jiangque’s pitch-black eyes, dense eyelashes, his white teeth when he smiled, and the way Han Jiangque held him, affectionately kissing his eyelashes and calling him “greedy giraffe.”
As his belly grew, he became more and more greedy.
There were several breakfast shops downstairs that he loved. One day, Han Jiangque suddenly collected the menus from these shops, carefully planned the breakfasts Wen Ke wanted to eat in a week, coordinated with several shop owners in advance, and had them delivered day by day.
Han Jiangque loved him so much.
But this time, when he knew he needed his company the most, he resolutely left.
Every time Wen Ke closed his eyes, it was the night when Han Jiangque cried with red eyes in front of him.
Han Jiangque had never cried in front of him before.
Even when he was beaten black and blue as a teen back in high school, he would just stubbornly stick his hands in his pockets, deliberately pretending not to care.
But after ten years, the grown-up Han Jiangque cried in front of him.
He had hurt Han Jiangque so much.
He felt his heart contracting in sadness, as if self-inflicting pain. The more painful it was, the more he couldn’t help but think.
He even vaguely had a terrifying feeling—
Han Jiangque didn’t want him anymore.
…
However, life would not wait for Wen Ke’s depression to end. The sun would rise as usual, regardless of anyone’s mood.
On February 7th, Wen Ke had to crawl out of bed. There were too many things he couldn’t avoid that needed to be dealt with.
The first was a conference call with Xia Xingzhi.
Blue Rain was at the top of the industry and operated with astonishing efficiency. The demands from LITE were very frequent, and Wen Ke had only been offline for two days. When he opened the office software, the dialogue of the joint working group between the two companies was already filled.
But at the same time, Blue Rain’s publicity had already become overwhelming. Wen Ke opened the local news app for B City, and the splash screen was actually a three-second introduction to Last Love. When he opened a well-known short video app, it was the same large splash screen.
This kind of splash screen had extremely high costs.
Wen Ke was startled, but it didn’t end there.
Xia Xingzhi directly told him that he had arranged a product launch event for him on the eve of Valentine’s Day, allowing the exposure of Last Love to reach its peak before the official launch.
Blue Rain was a leading company in the industry, and its influence was even greater than that of the B University event. Wen Ke clicked on the attendance media form and found that in just a few days, many major media outlets he had never dared to think of had already been contacted, many of which were even professional media in the industry.
Wen Ke was a little surprised: “Do I have to host the press conference?”
Usually, such a press conference was generally hosted by the publicity company. Even if Xia Xingzhi didn’t speak, it should be hosted by Blue Rain’s manager.
“Yes, of course it’s you.” Xia Xingzhi affirmed, “Wen Ke, haven’t you noticed? You are very suitable for speaking and hosting such events. You are already a star entrepreneur now, and your values align with the values of your product. So, of course, you have to be the one to host.”
“Okay.” Wen Ke tried hard to sound excited, but his tone couldn’t help but be a little depressed.
“What’s wrong?” Xia Xingzhi asked with concern, “Are you feeling unwell?”
“No.” Wen Ke quickly shook his head, then remembered that he was on the phone and whispered, “Don’t worry, I’ll prepare in advance.”
“Well…” Xia Xingzhi thought for a moment and reminded, “In just over a month, you will be in the late stage of pregnancy. You should rest more. After the press conference, you should also consider handing over your work. If LITE is short of manpower, you should also prepare a plan in advance.”
“The matter of expanding the team has been outsourced to a professional manpower company. It will be prepared in advance.”
“That’s good.” Xia Xingzhi paused, then said in a deep voice, “Wen Ke, you are an amazing Omega, really. The press conference in a few days will definitely be the pinnacle of your life.”
“Thank you.”
Wen Ke silently squeezed the phone.
He couldn’t help but think, his pinnacle…
Will Han Jiangque be there when the time comes?
Strangely, in these two days, Zhuo Yuan actually made several calls to Wen Ke.
Wen Ke accidentally answered twice, remembered the new number, and simply set it to reject after that.
He didn’t want to talk to Zhuo Yuan, but he could roughly understand why Zhuo Yuan was so anxious.
In a week, Donglin was almost on the verge of collapse, the stock price was falling, and Zhuo Ning was still under investigation. Even if Zhuo Li was finally safe, the business of the Zhuo family had already completely collapsed.
…..
It had been over a week, and Han Jiangque still hadn’t returned. Wen K didn’t remember how many times he called; none of them were answered, and none of his messages were replied to. It seemed like Han Jiangque had made up his mind to disappear completely from his life.
Wen Ke’s phone screen stayed lit until dawn. On the WeChat interface, a smiling, wrinkled giraffe avatar kept talking incessantly, sentence after sentence.
The last sentence was: “Han Xiaoque, I miss you so much.”
A pitiful appearance.
Whenever there was any small sound in the room, whether it was the curtain fluttering with a “swoosh” sound or the ticking of the clock, Wen Ke couldn’t help but pick up his phone and look at it for a long time.
Later, he didn’t know when, even the clock hanging on the wall ran out of battery, and the hands stopped at 9:28 in the evening.
He couldn’t be bothered to change the battery. At night, when he couldn’t sleep, he just sat on the sofa alone in a daze.
He seemed to be serving a sentence without an end.
Time froze, and even the air became thin. Sometimes, with the dim daylight, you could see a little dust rolling in the room.
At night, he started dreaming again. But in the dream, there seemed to be nothing, no giraffe, no little boy. Only golden wheat fields, rustling in the wind, with many grains scattered on the ground.
…
On February 12, there was finally progress in checking the surveillance.
Initially, Professor He flatly refused Wen Ke’s request to check the surveillance. But after careful consideration, Wen Ke felt that he couldn’t just let go of Fu Xiaoyu’s worries. He directly contacted the B University administration, sternly claiming that LITE had lost important documents at B University. If they didn’t cooperate with their internal investigation, legal action would be taken.
Wen Ke rarely showed such assertiveness, especially since to some extent, he was bluffing. But B University seemed to have noticed LITE’s recent fame and didn’t want to stir up trouble at this time, so they agreed to the request to check the surveillance.
Wen Ke didn’t waste a moment and immediately began to get dressed, while also contacting Fu Xiaoyu to meet at B University.
Jiang Chao was still responsible for his safety. As long as he went out, Jiang Chao would, as before, drive him and protect him from behind. But even Jiang Chao didn’t know where Han Jiangque went.
Wen Ke didn’t know if this could be considered a clue that Han Jiangque hadn’t completely given up on him, but he could only hope it was.
Upon arriving at B University, he saw that Fu Xiaoyu and Xu Jiale had already arrived.
Wen Ke was a little surprised as he got out of the car: “Xu… you also know about this?”
“Yeah.” Xu Jiale’s expression was somewhat serious. “Fu Xiaoyu told me. Do you think it was Zhuo Yuan who did something that day?”
“Just suspicion, but without checking, I’m not at ease.” Wen Ke said with a hoarse voice.
“Wen Ke, where’s Han Jiangque?”
When the three of them walked towards the security room, Fu Xiaoyu couldn’t help but ask urgently, “Why haven’t I been able to contact him all this time?”
Wen Ke couldn’t help but stop, turning to say, “I can’t contact him either… It’s been many days.”
He suddenly became a little absent-minded. Rather than saying that Han Jiangque ignored him, it seemed more like Han Jiangque suddenly chose to cut off all external contact.
When the two looked at each other, Fu Xiaoyu noticed that Wen Ke’s complexion was very poor.
Xu Jiale frowned slightly and asked in a low voice, “Did you have a fight with him?”
Wen Ke wanted to nod, but his body seemed to tremble slightly.
He reluctantly squeezed out a comforting smile and said softly, “Let’s carefully review the surveillance in the auditorium first.”
“I know where Zhuo Yuan was sitting, so we can find him in the surveillance of the auditorium. But Wen Ke, actually checking Zhuo Yuan is not particularly helpful; checking his subordinates is more important. Because firstly, it’s impossible for him to personally take action, and secondly, he couldn’t have tampered with anything in the auditorium with so many people.”
“But at least this proves that Zhuo Yuan is definitely suspicious, right?”
Fu Xiaoyu said in a low voice.
The investigation suddenly fell into a deadlock, and the atmosphere in the entire security room became somewhat stagnant. Obviously, everyone’s mood was not good.
Wen Ke fell silent for a moment, then suddenly turned to the security guard and whispered, “In that case, could you please check again? Apart from the parking lot, see if there were any malfunctions in surveillance cameras around that area on that day?”
The security guard, puzzled, scratched his head but obediently reviewed the recordings of the surrounding surveillance cameras. He did find another one, saying, “There’s another one… it’s near the side exit of the auditorium, at the end of the corridor. The camera there malfunctioned.”
“What’s around that malfunctioning camera?” Jiang Chao, becoming alert, suddenly asked.
The security guard, a bit bewildered, said, “I can’t recall exactly what’s there, it seems like classrooms, and there might be something else. But because the school was on break, no one went there.”
“Let’s go there directly.”
Xu Jiale stood up without hesitation.
The group followed the security guard and quickly reached the long cement corridor. While the security guard opened the doors to classrooms on both sides, he said, “Look, these are classrooms. Since the school is on break, no one has been here.”
Wen Ke and the others looked closely, but the classrooms were indeed empty, with neatly arranged desks and chairs, and nothing else.
As they approached the end, they all felt a bit discouraged. However, the last locked small room squeezed into the corner caught Jiang Chao’s attention.
“What about this one? It doesn’t look like a classroom.”
“Oh, this one.” The security guard slapped his forehead and took out the key, opening the door for Jiang Chao. “This is a storage room. Whenever there’s an event in the auditorium, supplies like bottled water and tissues are usually stored here in advance.”
As he spoke, the warehouse door swung open, and a cloud of dust hit them. Wen Ke involuntarily took a step back.
The security guard turned on the light, revealing a pile of cardboard boxes that seemed to have been left unattended for a long time.
In the middle was a long table with dozens of bottles of mineral water neatly arranged.
These seemed to be newly brought in, neatly arranged, and free from dust.
Apart from these items, there was nothing else in the storage room.
Jiang Chao couldn’t help but feel disappointed; he couldn’t see any connection between these items and the previous suspicions.
“Finished looking?”
The security guard sighed and urged.
Wen Ke and the others exchanged glances and nodded in resignation. However, just as they were about to leave, Fu Xiaoyu’s expression suddenly changed. He walked quickly into the room, picked up a bottle of mineral water, and examined it carefully.
“Is this the bottled water provided by B University during the recent event?” Fu Xiaoyu turned around and asked.
“Yes.” The security guard nodded. “As I mentioned, whenever there’s an event in the auditorium, necessary supplies are stored nearby in advance.”
“Thank you.” Fu Xiaoyu nodded and whispered, “Could you please step outside for a moment? We need to discuss something.”
The security guard was puzzled but immediately stepped out and closed the door.
Fu Xiaoyu stood in the middle of the storage room, tightly gripping the bottle of mineral water and staring at Wen Ke. He spoke slowly, word by word, “On the day you attended the event at B University, during the event, did you drink the water provided by B University? Did you open your bottle of mineral water?”
“What…?”
Wen Ke was suddenly at a loss.
“This is crucial, Wen Ke. You must recall carefully—”
Fu Xiaoyu’s face was extremely serious, tightly holding the bottle of mineral water.
This was strange; it happened nearly ten days ago, and how could Wen Ke remember such a detailed event?
But Wen Ke suddenly recalled that on that day during the event, he had a sudden and severe stomach ache.
This memory point opened up his recollection.
He remembered being very thirsty. A student with a bunch of bottled water came along the VIP seats, distributing them one by one. When it was his turn, he urgently tried to open the bottle to drink, but before he exerted any force, he felt a severe pain in his stomach. So, he put down the bottle and grabbed the edge of the table.
“I didn’t drink.”
As Wen Ke spoke, he suddenly realized where the problem lay, and his face turned pale. “I didn’t even unscrew the cap, Xiaoyu…”
Fu Xiaoyu slowly opened up, “This matter has puzzled me since that day. It seemed so trivial, and I thought it was just my hypersensitivity. I was sitting in your seat, and when I wanted to drink water, I suddenly noticed that the white tablecloth under the water bottle was inexplicably damp. I even checked my hands and the bottle mouth, and there were clearly no water droplets. At that moment, I quickly thought of one thing—where did the water come from?”
“Because the water bottle was leaking before.”
Jiang Chao spoke solemnly, “It’s not hard to achieve; using a very fine needle to inject. It’s impossible to see from the outside, but as soon as you exert force, the water seeps out. Trained individuals wouldn’t drink it again, but you guys don’t understand.”
“Wen Ke,” Jiang Chao turned to look at him, enunciating each word, “that mineral water was originally meant for you.”
Wen Ke also realized it at the same time.
At the moment he heard this statement, his face turned completely white.
His body swayed unsteadily, almost unable to stand.
Xu Jiale, standing by his side, immediately steadied him with a firm grip. The scent of mint pheromones on him suddenly became a bit more intense and restless.
Wen Ke turned his head and saw Xu Jiale, who was supporting him, looking at Fu Xiaoyu with a complicated expression.
“Fu Xiaoyu, so it’s because Zhuo Yuan drugged it, and that’s why you…”
Xu Jiale paused for a moment, hesitated before saying, “You entered premature heat, right?”
“Yes. But…”
Fu Xiaoyu gently responded, but there was also a lot of hesitation on his face. He stopped abruptly.
“I’m sorry,” Wen Ke’s voice was hoarse.
He was already pale, and now he couldn’t hold on any longer, slowly squatting down on the ground, murmuring, “I’m sorry Xiaoyu. I’m sorry, everything is my fault.”
After Fu Xiaoyu raised suspicions, he had been actively investigating, but deep down, there was still a trace of illusion. However, the previous doubts and speculations now turned into a sharp truth, stabbing him mercilessly in the chest.
It wasn’t fear he felt; it was regret.
Regret entwined his body, almost tearing him apart.
He was a sinner.
His weakness led him to underestimate and downplay Zhuo Yuan’s malice, thinking that avoiding it would keep everything safe.
He released the poisonous snake Zhuo Yuan, leading him to bite the friend most cherished by Han Jiangque.
Han Jiangque would never forgive him, Fu Xiaoyu would never forgive him.
And he could never forgive himself.
He truly wished he could die.
At this moment, he completely collapsed.
All the resilience and composure he had vanished in this moment of breakdown. He rested his head on a nearby cardboard box, gasping for breath. Unable to breathe properly, he emitted a hoarse sound, repeatedly banging his head against the cardboard box in despair.
Seeing this, Xu Jiale hurriedly approached to grasp his arm.
“Wen Ke!”
Fu Xiaoyu also walked over, crouching down beside him, grabbing his shoulders and saying, “Wen Ke, what are you thinking? Look at me!”
“I’m sorry—”
Wen Ke couldn’t control himself, suddenly tightly hugging Fu Xiaoyu.
In his mind, he recalled Fu Xiaoyu lying on the hospital bed, pale and suffering during that day.
That was Fu Xiaoyu’s first time, an experience Omegas couldn’t relive.
He knew the pain of rushed mating; he knew the enduring regret that lingered throughout life.
Fu Xiaoyu also hugged Wen Ke, marking the first time he had been this intimate with another Omega.
On the side, Xu Jiale looked on with a tense expression and softly said, “Wen Ke, you can’t blame yourself like this. This wasn’t something you did; it’s not your fault. Don’t take everything upon yourself.”
“No.”
Wen Ke shook his head, miserably stating, “It’s me, it’s all me. I am a complete and utter fool. I knew Zhuo Yuan’s true nature; I knew he was capable of evil, yet I chose to live as a fool, ignoring the danger.”
“It’s because of my weakness that I let Zhuo Yuan’s malicious intentions slip through, causing harm to Han Jiangque’s dearest friend. Han Jiangque won’t forgive me, and Fu Xiaoyu, you shouldn’t forgive me either.”
Fu Xiaoyu was angered by his words.
He forcefully pushed Wen Ke against the wall, pressing his shoulders and saying emphatically, “Han Jiangque will never leave you! Do you hear me? He will never leave you. Even forgetting you—he can’t do it! Do you know how easy it is for him to ‘forget’?”
Wen Ke froze, staring blankly at Fu Xiaoyu, and even Xu Jiale turned his head, looking curiously at them.
“Do you know how easy it is for him to ‘forget’?” Fu Xiaoyu continued, “Han Jiangque rarely remembers what I say, sometimes when I mention things we did together, he pauses and then asks me awkwardly, ‘Did that really happen’? But you know what, he always remembers you.”
Fu Xiaoyu’s voice trembled slightly, “Han Jiangque always remembers you. It’s not the words you said to him; that’s too difficult for him. What he remembers is all the moments you spent together. Han Jiangque told me that doctors informed him that his memory is not linear, not arranged chronologically or logically; it’s like randomly smeared colors on a canvas. I didn’t quite understand at the time, so I asked him: What it meant.”
“Han Jiangque said: It means that when he closes his eyes, all he sees is images of you. Wen Ke, he remembers you. Perhaps he will never recall what he said that made you laugh, but he will remember your smiling face, the white teeth when you laughed, the fuzzy eyelashes, and the gentle feeling like a summer breeze.”
“What he remembers is your smiling face.”
Wen Ke choked as he asked, “Is it because he couldn’t forget me that he kept loving me?”
“Idiot,” Fu Xiaoyu couldn’t help but scold him.
In that instant, Wen Ke finally understood.
He was indeed a fool.
He had everything reversed—
It was because Han Jiangque loved him that he didn’t want to forget.
He suddenly understood everything.
Han Jiangque repeatedly went to Florida to see giraffes.
In Han Jiangque’s phone memo, those numbers appeared repeatedly.
18;
10.17;
6.12;
Due to impaired memory, he had to manually input the days of his heat cycle repeatedly into his memo, relying on this method to remember.
He remembered the night he received the King of Fighters honor.
Han Jiangque nestled on his shoulder, foolishly saying, “Because I’m not smart—you know that. In this world, intelligence is an essential trait, and most of the time, smart people are the ones who win. So, for me, dealing with it is really exhausting. But if we were in a martial arts world, everything would be different, right? I think I might be a hero.”
He remembered the question Han Jiangque persistently asked him: “Wen Ke, Little Junior Sister…really doesn’t like Linghu Chong?”
He remembered the childish paintings Han Jiangque drew in high school. In those drawings, Han Jiangque was forever a little boy, hugging a tall giraffe.
He remembered the summer of his sophomore year when he and Han Jiangque, after ranking first in the grade, sang karaoke all night.
Han Jiangque chose Jacky Cheung’s “I Can’t Forget You” but sang off-key, making Wen Ke laugh uncontrollably in the private room. Still, Han Jiangque blushed and earnestly continued reciting the lyrics.
Memory is an empty room.
Han Jiangque’s room was tiny, yet he insisted on keeping a tall giraffe inside, stuffing the entire room.
As a result, no one else could enter; the room only had a giraffe, forever a giraffe.
Wen Ke, shedding tears, chuckled stupidly.
He was indeed a fool.
Actually, Han Jiangque had already been marked by him ten years ago.
All the one-of-a-kind love in the world is a mark.
Love is a mark, going round and round, unchanging throughout life.
“I can’t forget you
Don’t go to the ends of the earth
Just be with me
if a commitment is not reliable
why we are hugging
I can’t forget you
Don’t go to the ends of the earth
Just be with me
If love is the abyss of pain, let’s escape it together.”” ~Jacky Cheung’s ” I Can’t Forget You.”