Last Love chapter 130

“When I was thirty-six years old, my elder brother sent people to kill me. A bullet hit my leg, but I dared not return to the city. I fled to the countryside all the way—escaping and escaping. Along the way, my leg became more and more painful. I lost too much blood and, relying on sheer survival instinct, walked along the mountain road until midnight. Later, I couldn’t hold on anymore and fainted by the roadside. When I opened my eyes again, what I saw was a twenty-year-old Omega. At that time, he was looking down at me over my head, so his face was actually upside down. But in my eyes, for some reason, he seemed very beautiful. Then I closed my eyes, opened them again, and he was already sitting aside. Now, his face was turned the right way, smiling at me—this smile was even more extraordinary. His teeth were white, and his eyes curved like a crescent moon. He said, ‘You finally woke up.’ I was dumbfounded. This Omega was Nie Xiaolou.”

That was an old story from almost thirty years ago.

Han Zhan rarely spoke so much, but when it came to Nie Xiaolou, he couldn’t bear to omit even the charming details of the Omega’s alternating facial expressions.

“He saved you, didn’t he?” Wen Ke couldn’t help but ask.

“Yeah.” Han Zhan nodded. “Nie Xiaolou was an artist. That year, he was sketching in his hometown and happened to find me injured by the river. At that time, I didn’t dare to return to the city, fearing my brother would find me. My leg was severely injured, and it was inconvenient to find food. Nie Xiaolou liked painting landscapes and small animals, so he was always outdoors, knowing everything about farming and fishing. During that time, we lived in a small house by the river, and he set up his easel outside. It was only brought in on rainy days. He looked fragile, but he was quite extraordinary. In the summer, he would roll up his pants, stand in the stream with an iron fork, and catch fish. At night, he would grill them for me to eat. During that time, the moon was always round and large, and the nights were cool, with only the sound of cicadas. It felt like sleeping in the embrace of a great mountain. When it rained, it became even more beautiful. — At first, I slept on his bed, and he slept on a small chair. Later, I told him to squeeze together on the bed; I didn’t want anything else.”

Wen Ke listened in a trance. Until this point, he couldn’t help but smile slightly and said softly, “Really?”

Han Zhan also smiled faintly. He had wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, but when he spoke of these past events, there was a vague light in his eyes.

“He was really good.”

Han Zhan said hoarsely.

Sitting beside him was another young Omega after all. Many wild things in his youth couldn’t be spoken out loud, but perhaps these few words were already enough.

“Xiaolou and I stayed by the river for almost three months. In fact, I should have gone back earlier, but I just couldn’t bear to. Dragging it on, I couldn’t continue. I had to set out. I told Xiaolou that when I came back, I would take him away, and we would be together forever. But—”

“But I was already married at that time, and I had Zheji. My wife’s family was influential too. When I made those vows, my heart wasn’t joking, but many times, things don’t go as planned. After returning, the struggle with my brother was too intense. I couldn’t spare a thought for Xiaolou, let alone divorce at that time. When Xiaolou came to find me after entering the city, I found out that he was already pregnant. I was overjoyed, but he was too stubborn.”

Wen Ke and Han Zhan fell into silence together.

Wen Ke was an intelligent person. Actually, there was no need for Han Zhan to continue; he already understood what a tragic ending it must have been.

After a long time, he finally whispered, “You owed him.”

He was gentle by nature and rarely spoke so sharply and directly to Han Zhan. However, this sentence still came out.

“Wen Ke, Han Jiangque is not like me. I always thought he wasn’t smart. But after listening to your recording, I realized that he’s not like me, but he’s another version of me. When people reach a certain age, they can’t help but think about their youth, wonder—what would it be like now if I hadn’t taken the old path but had chosen another road?

“Han Jiangque is the me who took a different path.”

Wen Ke’s eyes suddenly felt a bit sour, he lowered his head and looked at the bowl of bright red tomatoes.

He remained silent for quite a while, finally sniffed softly, and said in a low voice, “I really miss him.”

“I know.”

A deep sense of pain flashed in Han Zhan’s aged Alpha eyes swiftly, “I know.”

The old man reached out his thin and frail hand, gently and somewhat awkwardly stroking the  Omega’s belly, and softly said, “You take good care of yourself. Whether Xiaoque wakes up or not in the end, you are already an Omega who has entered the Han family. The Han family will take care of you and won’t let you be alone.”

Wen Ke suddenly lifted his head, realizing something a bit slowly.

“I know you are disappointed because of Zhaoyu.”

When Han Zhan sighed, his expression carried a touch of vicissitude. He gazed at the green mountains in front of him, saying, “But Zhaoyu… actually just walked the old path I took back in the day. I blame him, but the one who sowed the seeds was me. Xiaoque is my son, and Zhaoyu is too. I’m old, and I can’t bear losing both my sons at once. But rest assured, I will give you an explanation.”

“Wen Ke,”

Han Zhan turned his head, the usual sternness in his eyes revealed a hint of helpless plea. He softly said, “Xiaoque is his and my child—what’s in your belly is also his grandsons and mine. You… you must take good care of yourself, for the sake of my son, and for Xiaoxue and Niannian, take good care of yourself.”

The robust and tall old man wasn’t skilled at speaking in such a soft manner. He repeated “take good care of yourself” while looking at Wen Ke with earnest eyes.

Wen Ke nodded silently.

He turned to look outside in the backyard, where a drizzle lingered, weaving into clouds and shrouding the green mountains. Stars were close to each other, whispering.

Wen Ke was still contemplating the story from thirty years ago, where there were bright moons, ink-like mountains, murmuring streams, and the evening chirping of cicadas.

Thirty years later, this lonely old man moved the once Peach Blossom Spring to his backyard.

However, in his life, the figure of the Omega who made him say, “He’s really good,” was gone forever.

Life, unexpectedly, is so imperfect.

Everything, like morning dew, is ephemeral.

Only imperfection is eternal.

Perhaps on this night, he suddenly understood this eternal imperfection and gradually emerged from the desolation, a nearly Zen-like enlightenment.

By dawn, the green shoots in the corner of the wall quietly emerged from the soil in the rain, much like the subtle movements of the life within his belly, a new world quietly rising.

…

After Wen Ke’s condition improved, Han Zhan began to take him to visit Han Jiangque every day.

They, an old man and a young one, formed a strange yet intimate emotional bond. The lonely old man and the vulnerable pregnant Omega relied on each other, struggling to step out bit by bit from the pain.

Han Zhan, eagerly anticipating the arrival of his grandsons, was no different from any ordinary old man. As the due date approached, the Han family mansion was filled with items prepared for the newborns, ranging from clothes for a few months to seven or eight years old, and toys were piled up everywhere.

At the family feast near Wen Ke’s delivery date, Han Zhan asked him to sit on his left side and solemnly announced that regardless of whether Han Jiangque would wake up or not, Wen Ke was already recognized by him as Han Jiangque’s omega . He set up funds in advance for Han Jiangxue and Wen Nian to decide on their own use when they reached adulthood.

The second matter cast a heavy atmosphere over the entire banquet. Han Zhan decided that Han Zhaoyu’s family would live abroad and would no longer return without special reasons. They were no longer listed as heirs to the family fortune. This decision was probably anticipated by the entire Han family. Han Zhaoyu’s face turned pale, but the other two elder brothers seemed relaxed.

Ignoring Han Zhaoyu, Han Zhan directly announced the final matter—the shares of the IM Group would be partially recovered, leaving a small portion for Han Jiangque, temporarily managed by Fu Xiaoyu. At the same time, Han Jiangque was no longer listed as the heir to the family fortune.

This decision left everyone present somewhat puzzled, even thinking that it was a compromise of fifty strokes.

But only Wen Ke drank the soup calmly; he was the only one who understood Han Zhan’s true feelings—

The old wolf finally decided to let Han Jiangque go, allowing him to be a happy deer, as he always wanted.