Last Love chapter 16
Zhuo Yuan stared at Han Jiangque, his eyes narrowing as he rapidly calculated in his mind.
Throughout high school, they were in the same class. Zhuo Yuan remembered that Han Jiangque had joined the school basketball team in his first year, so their chances of facing each other were limited.
With a height just over 1.7 meters, Han Jiangque became the star guard for the school team, playing both point guard and shooting guard positions.
Back then, among Alphas, Han Jiangque was a bit short, but what made him a key player for the team was his speed.
Not only running speed but also the speed of organizing attacks, breaking through the opponent’s defense, and precise shooting.
He was too fast, fast in an overall and comprehensive way.
Zhuo Yuan still remembered the few times he faced Han Jiangque under the basket—
Defending against Han Jiangque was terrifying. He never knew when Han Jiangque would pass the ball, take a shot, or simply flash past and break into the basket.
Looking back, all Zhuo Yuan could see was the windblown jersey of Han Jiangque. This sense of defeat almost made him lose confidence in basketball.
But now, after ten years, at least Zhuo Yuan knew he still played frequently because of his romantic relationship, and he didn’t think Han Jiangque would be the same, especially—
His gaze moved downward, scanning Han Jiangque’s crisp shirt, dress pants, and subtly pausing at Han Jiangque’s refined brown Oxford shoes.
Shoes had a significant impact on speed.
Under normal circumstances, even if he noticed these things, Zhuo Yuan would never agree to play basketball with Han Jiangque. But now, things were a bit different—Jiang Nanfei was there.
No Alpha would want to show weakness in front of their Omega. Suddenly, he felt he could take a gamble, betting that Han Jiangque underestimated him.
“Han Jiangque, why did you suddenly decide to play basketball today?”
Zhuo Yuan smiled, teasing Han Jiangque. After all, if an S-class pheromone deliberately exerted pressure, it was something he couldn’t easily resist.
“No reason,” Han Jiangque replied.
“Alright, let’s play casually. First to ten points,” Zhuo Yuan shrugged, following the rules they had during high school, where each basket counted as one point, and a three-pointer counted as two.
Han Jiangque seemed uninterested in saying much to him. With one hand, he threw the basketball to Jiang Nanfei, who was watching on the side. “You start.”
Jiang Nanfei nervously hugged the basketball against his chest. Han Jiangque didn’t use much force, so it didn’t hurt him.
He then realized and ran over, standing between Zhuo Yuan and Han Jiangque. The scent of milk became even stronger on the Omega when engaged in intense physical activity. He looked beautiful, especially when his face blushed slightly. After glancing at Zhuo Yuan, he turned to Han Jiangque and said, “S-should I start?”
“Yeah,” Han Jiangque nodded.
“Three, two…”
With Jiang Nanfei’s countdown, Zhuo Yuan lowered his body, preparing to jump. He focused intently on Han Jiangque.
This first basket, he was determined to get it.
“One!”
As Jiang Nanfei counted down to 1, he threw the basketball.
Zhuo Yuan barely waited for the countdown and already jumped, feeling the basketball just above his head being snatched away by Han Jiangque.
He was too fast.
The suppressed feeling from high school surged through his body again.
“Smack, smack, smack—”
Han Jiangque clapped the basketball one after another. He dribbled at a slow speed, almost like he was deliberately waiting for Zhuo Yuan to catch up.
Zhuo Yuan, feeling a bit flustered, ran after him, swinging his hands up and down in his defensive position to block Han Jiangque’s layup.
Han Jiangque stared at him without any feints or fake moves, methodically clapping the ball.
Zhuo Yuan tried to steal the ball but failed. In the next second, Han Jiangque turned his body to protect the basketball. Seeing this, Zhuo Yuan instinctively pressed his chest against Han Jiangque, attempting to reach forward and hook the basketball.
At that moment, Han Jiangque suddenly lowered his body. He pressed downward, clapping the ball while forcefully bumping backward—
Back slam!
Zhuo Yuan was just hit like this, feeling his chest as if it were run over by a tank, almost causing him to vomit.
Stumbling back a step, he realized it was irretrievable.
He stepped back, and Han Jiangque slammed into him again with a loud “bang.”
Consecutive three back slams—
Zhuo Yuan felt like he was fighting against a completely inhuman monster in terms of physical strength.
His chest was hit three times, and his entire balance and center of gravity couldn’t be maintained. He weakly fell to the ground with a thud.
With a pale face, he sat on the ground, clearly seeing Han Jiangque’s mouth curling slightly downward in disdain. Then, stepping over his body, Han Jiangque leaped into the air in front of him. With a “swish,” the basket made a mournful sound as Han Jiangque forcefully dunked the ball!
Only then did Zhuo Yuan realize that Han Jiangque never intended to compete with him in speed.
His mind was still stuck in the memories of high school. Back then, Han Jiangque was a nimble guard, but today, his style of aggressively playing under the basket resembled that of a center!
Looking up at Han Jiangque’s tall figure, Zhuo Yuan realized that with Han Jiangque’s current height, he could easily dominate under the basket.
The familiar fear and awe from their youth enveloped Zhuo Yuan once again. He regretted his decision just now.
“Again.”
Han Jiangque stood in front of him, speaking slowly.
Zhuo Yuan felt his mind go blank. He didn’t want to engage, but he couldn’t free himself for a while. Standing up in confusion, his condition was even worse than before.
As he guessed, Han Jiangque had no intention of long-distance shooting. Han Jiangque had decided to forcefully confront him in the confined area under the basket.
But how could he dare to confront Han Jiangque? Even his running seemed listless, and he didn’t even dare to get close to Han Jiangque under the basket.
In front of him, Han Jiangque scored again and again.
Every point was a slam dunk.
No jump shots, no layups—just repeated, forceful slam dunks.
By the time it reached the last two points, Zhuo Yuan had basically given up.
With a gloomy face, he stood on the side of the court, watching Han Jiangque walk to the three-point line with the basketball. From a distance, he lightly jumped and effortlessly scored a three-pointer.
The basket made a soft “swish” sound, as if marking the end of this one-sided oppression.
It was a naked humiliation, a slap in the face!
Jiang Nanfei stood behind Zhuo Yuan, but his eyes were fixed on Han Jiangque, seemingly lost in thought.
“Han Jiangque, you are still impulsive and combative, just like before, nothing has changed.”
Zhuo Yuan spoke with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Are you here to pick a fight with me because of Wen Ke? Don’t you think you’re quite childish? If you like Wen Ke so much, have you ever thought about why he didn’t choose you back then?”
As he said this, his smile deepened, and he slowly continued, “Because you’re brainless. Han Jiangque, a person without a brain, no matter how good at fighting or playing basketball, is useless.”
Han Jiangque wasn’t provoked.
After the confrontation on the court just now, he barely broke a sweat and looked as fresh as when he arrived. He lowered his head to rebutton his shirt cuff. “Zhuo Yuan, I’m here to remind you of two things. First, your extramarital affair is the fault in your divorce. Whatever belongs to Wen Ke, don’t withhold a single penny.”
“Oh, is it about money? Did Wen Ke send you?” Zhuo Yuan squinted his eyes. Perhaps because money was mentioned, he became more confident. “Our divorce is amicable; there’s no need for this. I’ll give him whatever he deserves; don’t worry.”
“Friendly divorce? Zhuo Yuan, Alpha’s extramarital affair is the most despicable behavior. In AO marriage, the divorce request initiated by Omega is one-third of what Alpha initiates. You know very well how much an Omega marked by an Alpha relies on him, making it almost impossible to resist the innate choice to leave. When Wen Ke chose to be with you, it was a lifelong commitment. But you didn’t cherish it.”
“But what can I do when I’m bored?” Zhuo Yuan lazily said. “Besides, don’t you like him? Look, isn’t this great… Han Jiangque, someone I don’t want, is just right for you. You should be happy. Why are you so angry today?”
Han Jiangque suddenly lifted his head, and a hint of undisguised disgust finally flashed in his eyes. “Wen Ke is not your property, and you were never worthy of him.”
Zhuo Yuan laughed, taking two steps forward but still maintaining a certain distance from Han Jiangque. “Han Jiangque, I can have him because I have means—this world works that way, those with means always win. Whether it’s Wen Ke or anyone else, I am always the winner. Do you understand?”
“Is that so?” Han Jiangque’s expression was very calm, but he suddenly asked, “Zhuo Yuan, did you read Wen Ke’s medical examination report ten years ago?”
“I did…” Zhuo Yuan had just spoken when his expression immediately changed, and he stopped. “Many people read it back then. I don’t remember whether I did or not; it’s been so long.”
Han Jiangque suddenly grabbed Zhuo Yuan’s basketball jersey collar with great force, lifting him almost entirely off the ground. “Did you read it?”
Zhuo Yuan’s face turned pale instantly, and he muttered, “What the hell are you doing? It’s been so long; I don’t remember. Are you going to fight me over something that happened ten years ago?”
“Zhuo Yuan, I know you still remember. But it’s okay not to say it. I mentioned I came for two things just now; now, let me tell you the second.” Han Jiangque stared at Zhuo Yuan with eyes like a wolf. “After completing the divorce procedures, your affair with Wen Ke ends. But between you and me—we are far from finished. Understand?”
Before his words fell, he pressed Zhuo Yuan harshly against the railing of the basket. Zhuo Yuan’s neck hit the iron pillar, and fortunately, he wasn’t an Omega, so he only groaned in pain, breathing heavily as he angrily cursed, “Damn you, Han Jiangque. You, a club-selling whore, dare to threaten me? Who gave you the guts?”
Han Jiangque ignored him, turned and walked away. He coldly glanced at Jiang Nanfei, who was somewhat startled on the side. “Cheating little star, right? Zhuo Yuan, you better protect him. It won’t be good if any scandals come out in the future.”
Having said that, he got into a black sports car, and the engine roared before speeding away.
Jiang Nanfei stared at the direction Han Jiangque’s car disappeared into, lost in thought for a long time without saying a word.
Zhuo Yuan’s neck hurt from the impact. He held his neck, barely straightening his body. Perhaps thinking that Jiang Nanfei was frightened, he didn’t forget to comfort his Omega with a low voice, “It’s okay. He’s just someone who sells himself at LM Club, don’t be afraid.”
“But, brother, you still need to be careful.”
Jiang Nanfei buried his face in Zhuo Yuan’s chest, turning his head to glance at the direction where Han Jiangque’s car disappeared. Very gently and meaningfully, he said, “Look at the car he’s driving—does it look like something a person who sells himself would drive?”
Furious, Zhuo Yuan cursed, “He’s an S-level Alpha; he might have hooked up with some influential Omega.”
He said this while fiercely kicking the basketball on the ground. Immediately realizing that Jiang Nanfei’s words made sense, he, with a fearful look in his eyes, said, “We need to investigate.”