Last Love

Last Love chapter 120

Wen Ke didn’t fall asleep until nearly dawn.

He and Han Jiangque had agreed to return to B City together the next day for the press conference. He calculated the time and figured that sleeping until noon would still keep him energetic, then drive in the afternoon to attend the evening event.

Han Jiangque’s arrangement was to quickly return to the Han family first. H City is the provincial capital, very close to Jincheng within the province, and he could easily handle everything in one morning.

For Han Jiangque, meeting Han Zhan was important, but he also planned to arrange some things with his third brother on the way back to H City.

Wen Ke only found out now that Han Zhaoyu had been aware of the activities targeting the Zhuo family all along.

Han Jiangque and Han Zhaoyu had always been in contact, and because Han Zhaoyu was responsible for internal security within the Han family, although Wen Ke mainly followed Han Jiangque before, he still needed to go through Han Zhaoyu to arrange for bodyguards. Han Jiangque was persistently waiting for the product to launch and then participating in activities, which was sincere. Wen Ke was 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 Terminal Love matching interface was designed according to Wen Ke’s idea. In the vast golden wheat field, during the matching process, a gust of wind would blow. When the waves of wheat parted, revealing a giraffe gazing into the distance, it meant a successful match.

Wen Ke held his breath, watching the wind sweep across the golden field, then, “stared” —

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, as if a belief, arrived in the world so brilliantly.

Wen Ke didn’t fall asleep until nearly dawn.

He and Han Jiangque had agreed to return to B City together the next day for the press conference. He calculated the time and figured that sleeping until noon would still keep him energetic, then drive in the afternoon to attend the evening event.

Han Jiangque’s plan was to quickly return to the Han family first. H City was the provincial capital, very close to Jincheng within the province, and he could easily handle everything in one morning.

For Han Jiangque, meeting Han Zhan was important, but he also planned to arrange some things with his third brother on the way back to H City.

It was only now that Wen Ke learned that Han Zhaoyu knew about the activities against the Zhuo family from the beginning.

Han Jiangque and Han Zhaoyu had always been in contact, and because Han Zhaoyu was responsible for the internal security of the Han family, even though Jiang Chao was supposed to mainly follow Han Jiangque, Han Jiangque had to go through Han Zhaoyu for the sudden need to protect Wen Ke.

This time, when Han Jiangque suddenly left, Han Zhaoyu was the only one who knew he had returned to Jincheng for a while. So even if Jiang Chao couldn’t contact him for a while, he could still reach Han Zhaoyu.

Han Zhaoyu, being responsible for monitoring Han Jiangque’s movements within the Han family, also held some shares in the IM Group. Therefore, he had temporarily helped Han Jiangque hide his actions against the Zhuo family from Han Zhan, pretending to be unaware of everything.

Han Jiangque said, “my third brother never helps for free. This time when I go back, I might have to talk to him and see what conditions he might set. As long as we can keep it secret for a little longer, we can quickly resolve the Zhuo family issue.”

“Is it safe?” Wen Ke felt a bit worried for some reason.

“It’s fine,” Han Jiangque didn’t seem to be concerned.

For him, once there was no more distance between him and Wen Ke, it seemed like there were no more hardships in the world.

Full of energy, he returned to the hotel, took a short nap, and checked out from the Sheraton Hotel early in the morning.

Before leaving Jincheng for H City, he drove to Linhai Street and parked on the side of the road, staring at the closed window on the second floor for a long time—

It was the place where he and Nie Xiaolou used to live.

In his youth, he thought about escaping from here every day because of the abuse he suffered.

Later, because he sought refuge with Han Zhan, Nie Xiaolou harshly told him to “get lost, never come back, even if you die outside, don’t come back.”

It should have been a happy ending, but it seemed like he had never truly left.

Every time he returned to Jincheng, he would stay here for a while and quietly leave before Nie Xiaolou found out.

Over time, it became a habit, and sometimes he forgot why he did it.

When the day broke, the snow became smaller, the persistent clouds gradually cleared, and it was expected to be a rare sunny day in this period.

Han Jiangque shook his head and drove away from Linhai Street.

He left the city from the north gate of Jincheng. On the way, he sent a message to Wen Ke: “I’m driving to H City now. Call me when you wake up.”

Before entering the highway from Jincheng to H City, there was a desolate dirt road. The snow on the road shimmered, a bit dazzling.

Developers wanted to expand this area into a new small town, but due to funding issues, it was occasionally under construction or halted. There were traces of construction left halfway on the roadside, but in the middle of winter, there was no sign of anyone at these construction sites.

At ten o’clock, Han Jiangque’s phone alarm suddenly rang, reminding him of the alert he had set earlier—

Last Love: Time Capsule feature is now online internally.

Because of his poor memory, many trivial but meaningful things would be set as alarms.

Han Jiangque hesitated for a moment, then suddenly turned the steering wheel to the left, heading towards a half-built, rudimentary double-decker parking lot on the side of the dirt road.

This parking lot was almost abandoned, with exposed raw cement, and only a few old cars of local farmers parked inside for the winter.

Han Jiangque parked the Land Rover inside, unbuckled his seat belt, and used his phone to manually update the Last Love app to the latest version.

As an internal user, he could see the new features before the official release.

The rules of the Time Capsule were as follows: to maintain the most authentic environment, recording could only be done once. After recording up to a maximum of twenty minutes, the audio would be uploaded to the terminal server.

In the following year, users could not retrieve or alter this audio until one year later when they chose to take back the capsule themselves or send it to someone they had matched with on Last Love.

The significance of this was, of course, grand—

To give a loved one a piece of real time.

It was precisely because of this grandeur that Han Jiangque was unwilling to wait. As soon as the Time Capsule feature went online at 10 o’clock, he wanted to be the first user to record a capsule for Wen Ke.

The user interface was designed to resemble a vintage tape recorder. Han Jiangque took two deep breaths before finally opening the Time Capsule page.

The tape inside the recorder started to rotate slowly—

Facing the phone, Han Jiangque straightened his back, smiled gently, and then immediately realized that this was a recording, and he didn’t need any expressions.

“Wen Ke, good morning.”

He cleared his throat and nervously delivered his opening statement: “It’s now the morning of February 13th at ten o’clock. I’ve parked the car in an abandoned parking lot on the way to H City because I want to be the first person to create a Time Capsule.”

“Wen Ke, good morning.”

He awkwardly repeated these words: “Thinking that I won’t be able to let you hear my current feelings until a year later makes me feel curious and happy. By then—we should both be parents, right? We’ll have two little ones. You’ve already chosen a name for one, Han Jiangxue. It’s a great name. Shall we call him Xiaoxue?”

“During this time, I’ve also been thinking about what name to give the other one. My Chinese grades were poor in school, so I thought for a long time. Later, I remembered what you told me during the years we were apart. Your favorite movie was ‘The Grandmaster,’ and you always remembered that line: ‘If life has four seasons, I will be in spring before the age of forty.’ But I don’t like you thinking like that because, in the future, we will have many, many springs. So, last night, I finally came up with a name, also inspired by your favorite movie.”

“Wen Ke, I hope he can be surnamed Wen, named Wen Nian.”

“Nian Nian Bu Wang, Bi You Hui Xiang—It’s the character ‘Nian’ in this phrase.”

“Wen Ke, actually, I also want to talk to you about my Omega dad.”

Han Jiangque closed his eyes, his sharp eyebrows like a drawn sword gently relaxed, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, like a child about to enter a dream, slowly speaking.

But just a minute later, a harsh roar of a car engine suddenly sounded from behind, and even Han Jiangque sitting in the car couldn’t help but open his eyes.

With a “bang,” the force coming from behind was so powerful that the Land Rover was squeezed into the corner of the cement wall.

Han Jiangque felt a dizzying sensation; suddenly, his head and body were in intense pain. However, for a moment, he didn’t know what happened, instinctively looking into the rearview mirror.

A sea of blood—

He vaguely touched his forehead, smelling the pungent scent of blood, only then realizing that the blood-red color in the rearview mirror was the fresh blood flowing down from his own head.

Then, he was dragged down from the car by several people in a hurry.

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