Last Love chapter 129
Fu Xiaoyu was gradually recovering from the shock.
Wen Ke, in the late stage of pregnancy, was overwhelmed, and both IM Group and LITE needed a leader. So, he and Xu Jiale returned to B City to regain control.
Because of the busy schedule, he usually could only come to H City once a week.
On a weekend in March, he arrived by car very late at night. There were almost no people in the hospital, and half of the lights in the corridor were extinguished.
Fu Xiaoyu’s steps were very light, heading towards Han Jiangque’s ward, but when he reached the door, he found it slightly open, only revealing a small crack.
He felt a bit worried, so he silently approached and peeked inside—
The person inside was Wen Ke.
In the quiet night, like a thief, the Omega was secretly and cautiously trying to climb onto Han Jiangque’s hospital bed.
Han Jiangque stayed in a high-level ward, and even the bed was very spacious.
But even so, for an Omega, it was exceptionally difficult.
In the late stage of pregnancy, Wen Ke’s figure was swollen, especially his waist was heavy.
Like a chubby bear, his movements were very clumsy. Trying to climb onto the bed, lifting one leg several times, he couldn’t find the right position, sliding down repeatedly, and in the end, he still couldn’t make it up.
The scene should have been somewhat comical, but Fu Xiaoyu felt a sense of sadness in his heart.
In the end, Wen Ke could only give up in frustration, sitting blankly by Han Jiangque’s bedside, looking at him.
After a while, he leaned down with great effort.
From Fu Xiaoyu’s perspective, he could see Wen Ke timidly pressing his face against Han Jiangque’s, gently rubbing it very lightly—
How much Wen Ke longed to be intimate with Han Jiangque.
Pregnant, he was no longer the petite, graceful Omega.
And the Alpha sleeping on the hospital bed would no longer hold him in his arms as usual.
Han Jiangque was still handsome, but after lying silently for so long, his muscles were gradually atrophying, no longer as robust as before.
Along with these movements that resembled a small animal, Fu Xiaoyu heard very faint and suppressed, almost unbearable sobbing coming from the ward.
Fu Xiaoyu retreated quietly, sat on a bench in the corridor, feeling an indescribable sadness in his heart.
Han Jiangque had just been in a coma for a week, and his pain was sharp, but gradually, after a month or even two, this pain was gradually dulled.
The awake person always has a busier life, so in the meantime, Fu Xiaoyu once thought that Wen Ke had gradually accepted this—
After all, Wen Ke looked so strong and resilient, and this Omega had shed almost no tears in front of others.
Until just now, catching that moment, seeing Wen Ke clumsily trying to secretly comfort the sleeping Alpha in the middle of the night, hearing Wen Ke crying softly, Fu Xiaoyu suddenly realized—
Wen Ke’s grief had never ended.
Perhaps it never would.
Fu Xiaoyu looked at the moonlight outside the window, his eyes suddenly a bit sore. He waited until Wen Ke came out of the ward before casually greeting him.
“Xiaoyu, you came so early this week.” Wen Ke greeted him as usual, then slowly supported his belly and walked over, sitting next to him on the chair, saying softly, “How’s everything at the company?”
“Everything’s fine. Daily activity for the Last love app has reached a million. What about you, Wen Ke?” Fu Xiaoyu turned his head. When Wen Ke sat next to him, he suddenly realized that the pregnant Omega had become so haggard that it was hard to look at. Even the answer to his question was evident at this moment: “You look really unwell.”
“It’s nothing. Didn’t sleep well last night.”
Wen Ke forced a smile.
In the moonlight, his pale face, with several yellowish patches, lacked any rosiness. While speaking, he suddenly made a hoarse sound and bent down, clutching his calf tightly, saying very softly, “It’s just, just cramps often. Don’t worry…”
He held on like this for a long time before finally straightening his body.
Fu Xiaoyu didn’t know what to say for a while and pointed to the green folder in his arms, asking, “What’s this?”
Wen Ke opened the green folder gently after a moment of silence—
It turned out to be a sketchbook containing the two paintings that Han Jiangque had drawn for him before. One was of a little boy hanging from the neck of a giraffe, tying a pink heart-shaped bow around its neck.
The other one depicted a tall, ugly giraffe biting a huge dark cloud, gently shielding the tiny raindrops falling on the little boy below.
Wen Ke showed each painting to Fu Xiaoyu one by one, then turned to the last one, a half-finished crayon drawing—
It portrayed a wrinkled giraffe sitting on the ground, shedding tears.
Compared to Han Jiangque’s previous works, Wen Ke obviously didn’t have the talent for drawing. Fu Xiaoyu almost struggled to recognize the giraffe after staring at it for a long time.
“I randomly drew some when I missed him. I used to think his drawings were quite ugly, but later, when I started drawing myself, I realized he was quite talented. This one I drew yesterday when I couldn’t sleep. I wanted to put it in his ward, but then I felt it wasn’t drawn well… I want to take it back and modify it based on his drawings.”
Wen Ke stroked the drawing paper, murmuring in a fragmented and chaotic manner.
“Wen Ke, have you been resting and eating well? Do you always come to see Han Jiangque in the middle of the night?” Fu Xiaoyu suddenly asked seriously.
Wen Ke raised his head, hesitated for a moment before saying, “I really am fine.”
But anyone could see his exhaustion and distraction.
His complexion was pale, lacking any rosy glow. This was definitely not the condition a late-stage pregnant Omega should be in.
Without much hesitation, Fu Xiaoyu decisively called Han Zhan while Wen Ke wasn’t paying attention.
Early the next morning, Han Zhan and his men rushed to the hospital, sternly blocking Wen Ke.
Wen Ke tried to repeat the explanation he gave to Fu Xiaoyu to Han Zhan, but it didn’t work on the determined Alpha.
As soon as Han Zhan made up his mind, Wen Ke’s resistance was useless. The Omega was officially taken to the Han family mansion in the suburbs of H City and lived with Han Zhan. Several brothers of the Han family didn’t live there, and the house was always empty. During this period, nutritionists and nurses closely monitored Wen Ke’s condition.
He appetite was small, but he wasn’t refusing to eat. However, no matter how hard he tried, it seemed like he had no appetite at all. He ate a little, struggled to eat a little more, but he still couldn’t eat enough.
He always had shallow sleep, and a few times, Han Zhan, separated by a door at night, could hear very subtle movements from Wen Ke’s room.
Worried about his son and concerned about Wen Ke’s potential harm to the kids due to stress, Han Zhan didn’t allow him to see Han Jiangque anymore. Wen Ke spent the days sitting blankly in his room.
The Han family’s mansion was large, with a spacious garden outside. However, Wen Ke never went out to see it. Only when Han Zhan went to see Han Jiangque, would he repeatedly ask him if he could take him along.
Every time Han Zhan firmly refused, Wen Ke would hand him a few colored crayon drawings and ask him to take them to Han Jiangque’s room.
Despite meticulous care, he continued to wither away gradually.
He never hysterically begged Han Zhan to let him go out. Instead, he became more and more silent, spending longer and longer periods in a daze.
Han Zhan was anxious, and only then did he belatedly realize that the Omega who had previously coldly and calmly retaliated against the Zhuo family seemed more like a hard shell created by Wen Ke for himself. This shell made everyone believe that he could easily endure it.
But, in reality, it was clearly an illusion.
The true Omega, due to missing Han Jiangque, was slowly being drained alive.
One night, Han Zhan couldn’t hold back any longer. He brought Wen Ke to his own room, which no one was usually allowed to enter easily.
It was a large flat room on the first floor, with a somewhat Japanese style. A long balcony was covered with bamboo mats and had two steps leading to the enclosed backyard.
Outside the backyard were lush green mountains.
Inside the backyard was Han Zhan’s little world.
Wen Ke sat on the bamboo mat with a soft blanket, staring blankly at this unfamiliar scenery.
The backyard seemed different from other parts of the Han mansion. It looked…
Rough and rural.
On the left, there was a grape trellis with long vines climbing it, already bearing purple grapes. On the right were several rows of small tomatoes, bright red and sparkling, drenched in raindrops.
In the corner near the wall, there was a row of verdant bamboo shoots just starting to emerge. A fluffy black chicken was leisurely strolling in the middle of the bamboo shoots.
Han Zhan wasn’t good at communicating with younger people. He simply settled Wen Ke there and then turned his back on the Omega, like he usually did. Wearing muddy boots, he worked on the ground as usual.
With his bad legs and a dignified demeanor, he was usually surrounded and served by others as an upper-class figure.
But here, he seemed like an ordinary old man in the countryside, personally handling every task, loosening the soil for the small tomatoes, checking for bugs on the grape trellis, and tightening the chicken coop.
During those nights, it seemed like Wen Ke and Han Zhan had reached a strange understanding.
Before going to sleep, Wen Ke would sit there with a blanket, watching the old man work on the farm. After a while, he would return to his own room to sleep.
It wasn’t until the fourth day that the two of them finally had some communication.
Han Zhan picked a small bunch of grapes and a small bunch of ripe cherry tomatoes, then used the nearby water tap to wash a small basin for Wen Ke.
Wen Ke picked up a cherry tomato and ate it. “So sweet.”
Han Zhan looked at him and suddenly spoke softly, “In all these years, you’re the only one sitting here besides me. I don’t even allow my sons to come.”
Wen Ke was stunned for a moment, but before he could speak, Han Zhan had already taken off his hat and slowly sat beside him.
They sat side by side on the bamboo mat, quietly watching the quiet and vast green mountains under the moonlit night.
“It will rain tonight,” Han Zhan said. “Tomorrow morning, there will be fog. The scenery here will be beautiful. You should take a look.”
Wen Ke lowered his head to eat grapes. After a while, he finally whispered, “Why did you only let me come here?”
Han Zhan remained silent for a long time. Just when Wen Ke thought he wouldn’t answer, he suddenly said, “Because you always remind me of Xiaolou.”