Last Love chapter 15

“Wen Ke, I’ll accompany you.”

Han Jiangque spoke every word slowly, as if considering, yet also seeming nervous. “Whether it’s the weak period of pheromone or the upcoming heat cycle, I want to be with you.”

Wen Ke felt like he understood something.

Han Jiangque had always been a kind person. From their youth, Wen Ke deeply understood this. In the time that followed, even though Zhuo Yuan had lived with him as his Alpha for ten years, he had never associated the words “kindness” with Zhuo Yuan.

Zhuo Yuan understood how to navigate gains and losses, how to weigh things, so he never worried about people unrelated to his life.

But Han Jiangque was different, so he would worry about him.

“It’s not necessary,” Wen Ke said softly after a long pause, carefully balancing his emotions. “I’ve known for a long time that I couldn’t keep the promise we made back then, so I stopped thinking about it. And as for the weak period, Xu Jiale has already rushed back to help me. Han Jiangque, I’m really fine. I just need some time to recover, and everything will be okay.”

“No,” Han Jiangque shook his head, gripping Wen Ke’s hand tightly. “I mean, I want to be with you during every heat cycle that follows—”

Wen Ke opened his mouth but didn’t respond.

Suddenly, he lowered his head. His long, white neck looked even more alluring from this angle.

There was still bandaging on the back of his neck, like an injured giraffe, pitiful—

To knock him down, press him to the ground, and use his mouth to cover the wound.

For some reason, even such a strange fantasy brought a sense of comfort.

“Wen Ke.” Han Jiangque gazed at Wen Ke’s neck, his expression almost solemn. “I like you.”

Wen Ke fell into a prolonged silence.

His long eyelashes trembled under the light, looking endearingly pitiful.

But just when Han Jiangque thought he might be crying, he lifted his head, and his expression was surprisingly calm. “Han Jiangque, thank you, really.”

“But I don’t want to be with you anymore.”

Han Jiangque was instantly stunned.

Perhaps he hadn’t expected him to give this answer, even after expressing his feelings.

The ambiguity of their youth probably became clear to both of them as they grew older.

Once pampered and cared for by him, Han Jiangque must have realized that his feelings for him far exceeded friendship.

So when he confessed his liking, he probably never thought Wen Ke would reject him.

Wen Ke slowly released Han Jiangque’s hand and said quietly, “Han Jiangque, it’s because you haven’t seen me for so long, so you… acted on impulse. Anyway, I’m really not the Wen Ke from ten years ago. Please don’t worry about me anymore. I’m fine, and you shouldn’t concern yourself. The unexpected incident from last night won’t happen again.”

He spoke, got up from the bed, changed into last night’s clothes, and quickly organized his belongings.

Throughout the entire process, he maintained an extremely restrained and calm demeanor.

When everything was done, he straightened up, looked at Han Jiangque, and said, “I have an appointment with Xu Jiale this afternoon, so I’ll leave first. Han Jiangque, thank you for yesterday.”

Han Jiangque’s eyes remained fixed on him, but since Wen Ke’s response earlier, he hadn’t spoken again.

Even when Wen Ke said his goodbyes, he remained silent, sitting on the bed.

It wasn’t until Wen Ke, who had finished packing, turned to grasp the door handle that Han Jiangque’s suppressed and pained voice suddenly came from behind, “Wen Ke—”

Wen Ke’s fingers trembled violently.

Using all his willpower, he didn’t turn around but stubbornly opened the door and walked out step by step.

It wasn’t until the moment he entered the elevator that Wen Ke, as if weakened, leaned against the wall.

He looked up, gazing at the blurry reflection of himself in the golden-bronze elevator ceiling, revealing a smile that seemed like he was about to cry.

It’s over… everything with Han Jiangque.

This is not a dignified farewell.

A parting after many years should be mature, showing each other a candid yet helpless smile, clinking glasses, exchanging glances, not needing to say anything, yet understanding everything.

But in front of Han Jiangque, he could never be mature and dignified.

Han Jiangque was his unfulfilled first love.

When he tentatively reached out to hold Han Jiangque’s hand at eighteen, at that moment, it felt like time would stop for the excitement in his heart.

He hadn’t yet experienced the true face of the vast world, but he unreasonably believed that it was a love that would shake the heavens.

Ignorant and brave.

But how many times can one have such moments in their lifetime?

Now, he finally heard the belated “I like you” after waiting for ten years. Logically, it should have been a gift in adversity, and he should have been ecstatic.

But he couldn’t do it.

He felt a bit of joy, but there was too much bitterness and regret.

The Wen Ke of ten years ago was at the peak of his life, with endless possibilities.

He was young, excellent, and had no romantic experience, only Han Jiangque.

And now, at twenty-eight, the age of maturity became his most desolate period.

He had no hope, no family. Except for the marks on his neck, showing he was a used Omega, he had nothing.

The perfect Wen Ke from the past couldn’t even move Han Jiangque, but now, this version of Wen Ke could finally garner a “I like you.”

Why?

Out of pity.

Wen Ke barely held onto the railing beside him—

He knew how good Han Jiangque was.

Actually, the farce about the medical report when they were young, as he grew older, he realized it was just a misunderstanding. Han Jiangque wouldn’t intentionally hurt him. Even if he didn’t like him, he would never show someone else his medical report.

Now thinking about it, the preciousness of that youthful affection lies in the fact that even after many years—

When he recalls the young man who made him experience the feeling of first love, he can still firmly believe that he was a very good person.

Because he was good, that’s why now there’s sympathy, pity, and impulsively saying the words “I like you,” wanting to spare him from sadness.

But he couldn’t take advantage of Han Jiangque’s goodness as a matter of course.

In the past ten years, his life has been gloomy and stagnant.

While Han Jiangque moved forward, an S-class Alpha, an overseas degree, and unparalleled looks.

Wen Ke compared himself to others in society, and no matter how heart-wrenching the process was, this kind of sobriety was necessary.

He couldn’t match Han Jiangque anymore.

Objectively, he couldn’t match, and the vulgar mentality during the comparison couldn’t match either.

It’s a missed opportunity, and in ten years, what changed wasn’t just status and appearance.

In fact, what truly fundamentally destroys a person is belief.

Wen Ke no longer believed that he could have a pure and unblemished love without any ulterior motives.

With a “ding,” the elevator door opened. Sweating weakly, he slowly walked out.

He believed he made the right choice — he should let Han Jiangque go.

…

While waiting for the summoned car in the parking lot, Wen Ke suddenly saw Han Jiangque hurriedly walking out of the lobby. Panicking, he quickly hid behind the wall.

Perhaps Han Jiangque didn’t expect Wen Ke to still be there, so he didn’t pay much attention to the surroundings. He walked while talking on the phone. As he passed by Wen Ke, Wen Ke faintly heard his low voice asking, “Did you find it?”

The person on the other end seemed to say something, and Han Jiangque just responded with two “hm” sounds before emotionlessly hanging up the phone.

Wen Ke stared at Han Jiangque from a side angle—

In fact, by distancing himself like this and looking at Han Jiangque from afar, he could see that he had also changed too much.

His tall and powerful body effortlessly filled out the silver-gray shirt. His beautiful jawline was taut, and his deep black eyes seemed contemplative.

He was no longer the rebellious teenager who was always prepared for a fight.

As an adult S-class Alpha, even if he stood there casually, his presence was remarkably dominant.

Wen Ke could hardly believe that the towering Alpha in front of him was the young man who had quietly buried his face in his arms that morning.

In front of him, Han Jiangque was different.

…

Late at night, Zhuo Yuan and Jiang Nanfei were playing basketball on the Tianmen Street court.

Actually, before, there were about seven or eight friends who joined in, but after playing for two or three hours, everyone dispersed. Now, in the middle of the night, Tianmen Street had quieted down, with only their two figures under the streetlights.

Jiang Nanfei liked basketball, but the physical qualities of an Omega were generally not comparable to those of an Alpha in high-intensity physical confrontation.

But the two of them playing basketball now was definitely not for a competitive match.

Zhuo Yuan didn’t have much interest in basketball before. His physical qualities weren’t top-notch among Alphas, and he spent three years on the bench in high school basketball games.

But after getting to know Jiang Nanfei, he cherished this young Omega. So, occasionally, he would invite a few familiar friends to accompany Jiang Nanfei in practicing.

Perhaps, after Zhuo’s family regained its prosperity in recent years, everyone knew that Jiang Nanfei was his little lover. Even on the basketball court, they had to give him some face. Over time, Zhuo Yuan gradually found a bit of the feeling of being the leader, so the basketball court became the fixed place for his dates with Jiang Nanfei.

Dribbling the ball to the backcourt, Zhuo Yuan effortlessly made a three-pointer—

“Brother Zhuo Yuan, so cool!” Jiang Nanfei pounced from behind and hugged his waist.

When an Omega engaged in intense physical activity, the scent of cream emanated from their body, enticing.

Just as Zhuo Yuan was about to turn around and kiss Jiang Nanfei, suddenly, the sound of an engine roaring through the night sky rang out. A sleek black sports car abruptly stopped at the edge of the basketball court.

Zhuo Yuan looked up and saw the car door open, and a tall man walked out.

Zhuo Yuan’s eyes narrowed—

It was Han Jiangque.

He instantly sensed a somewhat nervous signal, but in front of his Omega, he pretended to be nonchalant and smiled: “Oh? What a coincidence.”

“It is a coincidence.”

Han Jiangque’s face showed no expression. He walked step by step to the basketball hoop, picked up the basketball with one hand, and loosened the collar of his shirt with the other. In a cold tone, he said, “Zhuo Yuan, care for a game?”