Last Love chapter 119

The snow continued to fall.

Yet, Han Jiangque, holding the phone, felt warmth spreading through his body. He leaned against the wall and began speaking slowly to Wen Ke, “How have you been these days?”

“I’m fine,” Wen Ke replied, gently caressing his belly. Facing the phone, he added, “I just miss you. And… the babies miss you too.”

“How do you know the babies miss me?” Han Jiangque couldn’t help asking.

“Because they keep kicking me,” Wen Ke chuckled. He felt a bit tired, so he walked over to the bed and lay down.

The old blanket emitted a faint musty smell, but in the current mood, it didn’t bother him. He asked softly, “Han Daddy, how about you? Do you miss our little ones?”

“Yes,” Han Jiangque laughed foolishly.

But then he remembered something and paused before saying, “Wen Ke, I’m sorry for making you upset these past few days.”

Wen Ke subconsciously shook his head, “It’s my fault. I… I’ve done too many wrong things, not just about my attitude towards Zhuo Yuan, but also about many judgments…”

Since he had come this far, he had to mention the suspicion about Zhuo Yuan drugging him.

Wen Ke continued, “Before, didn’t Zhuo Yuan appear at B University? After you left, I, Fu Xiaoyu, and Xu Jiale checked the surveillance footage. We found that it was very likely that Zhuo Yuan drugged my water bottle that day. However, due to my early departure because of stomach pain, that problematic bottle ended up with Xiaoyu, leading to his premature heat and his involvement with Xu Jiale. I… I feel guilty. No matter how you look at it, he was hurt because of me.”

Han Jiangque remained silent for a long time, and Wen Ke’s mood became somewhat uneasy.

No matter how much Fu Xiaoyu emphasized that it wasn’t his fault, Wen Ke couldn’t let it go. Moreover, he was confessing his responsibility to Han Jiangque, who deeply hated Zhuo Yuan.

But this was a fact he had to state.

Since the last argument with Han Jiangque, he had secretly vowed in his heart that he would never hide anything from him again.

“Han Xiaoque…”

Wen Ke called out softly.

“Zhuo Yuan.”

Han Jiangque repeated those two words in a low voice. He was suppressing his anger, and his voice was squeezed out from between his teeth. “How is Xiaoyu? Is he okay?”

“He…”

Wen Ke hesitated.

He didn’t know how to describe Fu Xiaoyu’s state. He understood that Fu Xiaoyu was a strong person, but on that day, Fu Xiaoyu looked surprisingly calm.

After some thought, Wen Ke said hesitantly, “I’m not very close to him, so it’s not convenient to inquire about his more private thoughts. But I know, for an Omega, this is definitely a very painful thing, and there’s nothing that can compensate for it. So, I also want to tell you, when you go back, you must have a serious talk with him. But on the other hand, he seems… a bit dependent on Xu Jiale. I don’t know how to say it; they seem like they have a bit of an ambiguous relationship.”

Suddenly, Han Jiangque let out a low hum.

Whether he was still thinking about Zhuo Yuan or because of Wen Ke’s mention of Xu Jiale in the latter part of his sentence, it was unclear.

Wen Ke actually wanted to be more straightforward about this, but he held back.

He vaguely felt that mentioning this at this time might not be appropriate. Not to mention that Han Jiangque was angry at Xu Jiale for putting Fu Xiaoyu in the hospital and might not consider the intimate situation between the two a good thing.

“Xiao Ke, don’t blame yourself. It’s Zhuo Yuan causing harm, not you.”

Han Jiangque finally took a deep breath. He sat in the corridor, staring at the small window. The snow alternated between bright and dark, making his pupils appear even darker.

He spoke each word with emphasis, “When I go back, I will talk to Xiaoyu. As for Zhuo Yuan—Xiao Ke, I know you don’t want to face him. Leave it to me; I must deal with him.”

“No.”

Wen Ke shook his head and said firmly, “Before, I was always avoiding, pretending that those things didn’t exist. I knew he did evil things but chose to ignore. This was not only weak but also despicable. I won’t do that anymore.”

“But Han Jiangque, don’t act impulsively, and don’t hurt yourself. We will surely find the most suitable way to make Zhuo Yuan pay.”

He said firmly, “From now on, I will stand with you. Do you hear me?”

Han Jiangque held the phone, squeezing it so hard that his palm felt a bit hot. After a long time, he finally whispered, “I hear you—ge.”

In the days when Fu Xiaoyu was not around him and Wen Ke didn’t understand him, while his intelligence was lacking, and his memory was shattered, he felt too much helplessness and fear when he had to face the adversity of opposing the Zhuo family alone.

It was like a huge stone in his heart had suddenly fallen. He had never said it before, but every time he called Wen Ke “ge,” it meant a lot to him.

The first time when they became bonded in Wen Ke’s body, and now, when Wen Ke told him that “I will stand with you.”

Every time was when he felt the safest.

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“Han Xiaoque, are you still sitting there? I’m worried you might get a cold.”

“I want to talk to you.” Han Jiangque said hoarsely, “Can we talk for a while? Xiao Ke, where are you now? In a hotel?”

“I’m in a hotel bed.” Wen Ke didn’t want to hang up the phone either. He lay on the bed, looking at the snowflakes fluttering in the night outside the window with some regret. “The snow is too heavy; otherwise, I could come to you.”

“That would be nice,” Han Jiangque said, “Just lie in bed and talk to me. I’ll feel more at ease.”

Wen Ke buried his head in the blanket, gently touched his belly, and softly replied, “Okay.”

On that snowy night, it seemed like they had endless conversations. Drip by drip, like the falling snow.

“Actually, I know I shouldn’t have left you at a time like this.”

Han Jiangque slowly spoke, “It’s just that night; my mind was completely blank. I couldn’t think. I just drove all the way back to Jincheng. In the days that followed, I visited many places we used to go together, KTV, Donghu Park, and Beisan high school…”

“Are those places… still there?”

Wen Ke couldn’t help but ask in a choked voice. After so many years, hearing those names from Han Jiangque made him feel a complex emotion, like flipping open a long-sealed diary, each passage familiar and somewhat poignant.

“Beisan high school is still there, unchanged, just older. Our classroom is exactly the same. The eighth row is still by the window, and you can see the track on the playground by turning your head. I sat in my old place for a while… then came back to your house.”

Han Jiangque paused. “Xiao Ke, ten years ago that summer, I also sat in this dark corridor, imagining that you would come out of the house. But it seemed like it was raining heavily outside, and soon I understood that you had really left. I just remember I cried embarrassingly for a long time. At that time, I couldn’t help thinking, was Xiao ke also very sad? I wondered… if I had another chance, I would definitely mature a bit and treat you well.”

“Ten years later—just now, when I sat here, I suddenly felt like I woke up from a dream. Actually, heaven has given me another chance. Xiao ke, I shouldn’t blame you. You came out alive from that ruins. Regardless of the method, you returned to me alive. This is more important than anything else.”

“I am the person in this world who should feel the most sorry for you,” Han Jiangque said seriously.

Wen Ke couldn’t help but quietly sniff, he discreetly rubbed his eye corner, and whispered, “So… that’s why you decided to call me, right?”

“Yeah.”

Wen Ke understood Han Jiangque’s meaning: he no longer blamed him.

Even before this phone call, Han Jiangque had already stopped blaming him.

They both fell silent for a moment—

It was a very tender moment.

“Xiao Ke, after being with you, everything happened quickly and urgently. Zhuo Yuan’s mark, and the news of your pregnancy, everything came at me all at once, and my head couldn’t handle it.”

Han Jiangque’s voice was soft. “Sometimes, I feel like I’ve been going in circles around you. When we first got together, I was ecstatic, but it seemed to make me spin faster—so fast that I was dizzy. The more I wanted to be good to you, the more immature decisions I made, and then I got even more anxious, repeating the cycle. I, I’m actually worried that I won’t be a good boyfriend to you. Suddenly, with the added responsibility of being a father, I really…”

Wen Ke couldn’t help but laugh. He closed his eyes, as if he could see a wolf cub spinning around him, almost flying out, looking silly.

“Little wolf, don’t be nervous; you’re good enough.” He gently interrupted Han Jiangque. “I love you, very much.”

“Really?”

Han Jiangque also quietly closed his eyes. “Xiao Ke, do you remember… when you fell for me?”

In fact, he had wanted to ask this question for a long time, but he had always been hesitant.

So, when he finally asked on this snowy night, he suddenly felt a bit embarrassed, wanting to know…

At what moment did Wen Ke fall in love with him?

“I… I remember.”

Wen Ke cleared his throat, then said softly, “When you first came to our class, the teacher asked you to introduce yourself in front of the whole class. You were unhappy, frowned, and impatiently said your name was Han Jiangque. Others were gossiping that you were a troublesome boy. But at that moment, when I looked at you, I was stunned, and my mind was filled with… how could there be such a beautiful person in this world.”

“Just because… of MY appearance?” Han Jiangque couldn’t help but snort.

Wen Ke couldn’t help but blush and chuckled, whispering, “Well, what can I do? I just hadn’t seen anyone so good-looking before.”

“At that time, the teacher arranged for you to sit next to me. Every day, I deliberately went to school a little earlier and cleaned your desk and chair with a cloth until they were spotless. You probably didn’t know, right? Later, I found out you lived near my house. Every morning, I rode my bike past your street, but when I initially greeted you, you ignored me. I felt discouraged for several days, but quickly gathered courage and continued to stick to you. Now thinking back… I really don’t know how I had such thick skin back then.”

Han Jiangque couldn’t help but gently sniff, “And then?”

Those times were so cute.

In the eyes of the seventeen-year-old Wen Ke, Han Jiangque was simply a charming creature that had dropped from the sky.

He instinctively wanted to protect this rare beauty, thinking that the feeling was like protecting those rare animals discussed in biology class that couldn’t adapt to the environment—North American white wolves, Asian cheetahs, or the tigers in Xinjiang.

“But in the second half of our sophomore year, after a physical education class, when we were changing clothes together in the locker room, I suddenly saw many bruises on your back from being whipped by a belt. You were thin at that time. When you noticed me looking, you turned away, displeased. But suddenly…”

Wen Ke’s voice became somewhat hoarse: “I just really wanted to hold you tightly in my arms to protect you, but I couldn’t help but want to press you against the locker, kiss you, and bite the wounds on your body.

“Later, I would often dream about these things. I felt embarrassed about it. Clearly, I should have been more concerned about you, but secretly, in my heart, I harbored these strange fantasies. It was too embarrassing. So during the day, I couldn’t help but be doubly nice to you.”

Han Jiangque was somewhat surprised, holding the phone, but his heart was beating fast.

When he first felt that strange mix of desire, excitement, and affection because Wen Ke protected him, he had also felt the same shame.

The desires and thoughts of youth are often difficult to disclose to anyone, destined to be a secluded path walked alone.

But today, he suddenly realized that Wen Ke, too, could experience desires and longings when expressing the feelings of wanting to protect him.

That feeling, as if in the hands of fate, they were destined to find each other.

Wen Ke paused and asked softly, “Han Xiaoque, am I… too early?”

Early, not only referring to feelings of love but also alluding to desires.

He had never spoken these things to Han Jiangque, but underneath the facade of a well-behaved student, he was, in fact, the earliest ripened grain in the autumn, already bursting with husks.

He matured early.

“Well, fortunately, just a little earlier than me.”

Han Jiangque’s face blushed quietly, realizing he wasn’t the only “perverted” one, and suddenly a very happy feeling emerged.

“Really?” Wen Ke’s eyes widened suddenly. “What about you?”

“Come on, tell me.”

Wen Ke, who had been waiting for a response, couldn’t help but anxiously urge, “When did it happen?”

“The first time was during the fight when you pinned me down to take the beating for me. I turned my head and looked at your face.”

Han Jiangque spoke quickly, and compared to Wen Ke, his description was relatively concise. “The second time was when I was sixteen. It was a sunny, rainy afternoon. I went to your house to find you, and you were taking a shower, but you didn’t close the door.”

“I accidentally saw your ass, drenched from the water, but it was exceptionally fair. And then…”

Han Jiangque clumsily thought about his wording for a while, and in the end, he foolishly said, “I couldn’t take it anymore.”

Wen Ke blushed, hiding in the covers, while Han Jiangque sat in the dimly lit hallway also blushing. At first, both of them were quiet, but after a dozen seconds, they burst into laughter at the same time.

“Is my ass really that good?” Wen Ke’s eyes curved with a smile.

“You like faces, and I like ass. We’re just perfectly matched,” Han Jiangque said.

Perhaps every adult, when looking back, will calmly smile at their youthful self who was experiencing the first stirrings of love.

No longer feeling ashamed, nor feeling it’s unspeakable.

Or perhaps, when they can laugh together like this, they can be considered truly grown up.

“Xiao Ke, what do you think? If I open the Last Love app now, will I match with you? We’re very close, right? Just separated by a mountain.”

Han Jiangque leaned his head against the wall, then suddenly had a whimsical idea.

It’s actually quite strange; perhaps because Wen Ke was immersed in the product every day, he hadn’t really thought about whether they match in the Last Love system.

“When did you register?”

Wen Ke asked, somewhat surprised.

“Before you. Didn’t you mention the time capsule function before? When I arrived in Jincheng, I registered an account using internal email, completed all the information and questionnaires. Originally, I planned to wait until it officially launches tomorrow to be the first to record a time capsule.”

Even when separated from him, Han Jiangque was still concerned about his app, earnestly waiting for the product to launch, and then participating in the activities at the earliest opportunity. This sincere feeling left Wen Ke somewhat speechless. After a while, he said, “Silly little wolf, will you send me a time capsule?”

“I will,” Han Jiangque whispered.

“Then let’s give it a try?”

Wen Ke said, “Let’s open the app together and see if we can match. We have five matching chances in a day.”

So, they both put their phones on speaker and opened the app together.

The interface design for Last Love’s matching process was done according to Wen Ke’s ideas. In the vast golden fields, during the matching process, a gust of wind would blow, and when the waves of wheat parted, revealing a giraffe watching into the distance, it represented a successful match.

Wen Ke held his breath, watching the wind blowing across the golden field, and then, with a “stare” sound—

The avatar that popped up was a familiar and handsome Alpha kissing a giraffe in a photo.

It was an almost divine moment.

True love, it seemed, arrived on earth as brilliantly as faith.

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