Last Love chapter 5

Miss Yu seemed a bit nervous. She quickly stood up from the booth, intending to give her seat to Han Jiangque.

However, Han Jiangque didn’t sit down. Although he stood in front of Zhuo Yuan, it seemed like he hadn’t noticed him at all. His pitch-black eyes were fixed on Wen Ke.

Zhuo Yuan also stared fixedly at Han Jiangque. Since their high school days, he had detested Han Jiangque intensely, and this sharp aversion had remained unchanged.

Silent but brutal, the clashes between Alphas often revealed no sound but were harsh, as pheromones couldn’t lie.

In this era, experts in biological research had carefully classified Alpha and Omega pheromones. Zhuo Yuan and Wen Ke both emitted a grassy scent, characterized by mild and understated pheromones that easily matched with those of other categories. This was why Wen Ke and Zhuo Yuan had an 83% compatibility.

However, for Alphas, the overly bland grassy scent was not something to be proud of.

Han Jiangque, on the other hand, emitted the typical scent of the Wine category. Lower-tier Wine pheromones tended to be excessively strong, causing discomfort for Omegas. While higher-tier Wine pheromones were not as overt, being the most dominant among the various factions, they still exuded a compelling force.

As Han Jiangque approached, the cold yet aggressive pheromone aroma on him completely suppressed Zhuo Yuan’s faint scent of narcissus.

No Alpha would enjoy this sensation, but Zhuo Yuan knew that he was no longer the Alpha who had relocated his entire family to a small city during the low point of his life.

The Zhuo family had risen again, and he had completely defeated Han Jiangque.

Thus, he took the initiative to extend his hand to Han Jiangque. “What a coincidence, old classmate.”

Zhuo Yuan naturally had his pride, such as the eye-catching Patek Philippe watch on his wrist, which now seemed quite prominent.

Han Jiangque withdrew his gaze from Wen Ke’s face and shook hands with Zhuo Yuan. Then, hesitating for a moment, he reached out his hand to Wen Ke.

“Wen Ke.” His voice was deep, and he looked at Wen Ke deeply. “Long time no see.”

“Lo-long time no see,” Wen Ke murmured.

His fingers trembled slightly, and as they touched Han Jiangque’s warm palm, a phrase flashed through his mind in that instant: a reunion after a long separation.

So, he and Han Jiangque would have a day of reunion after a long separation.

At this moment, Zhuo Yuan suddenly spoke from the side. “Han Jiangque, it’s been a really long time. But what brings you here?”

He looked Han Jiangque up and down and squinted his eyes, probing, “It can’t be that you’re working here, right?”

This sentence was obviously a bit unfriendly, but Han Jiangque answered decisively, “Yes.”

After hearing the answer, Zhuo Yuan chuckled. It was a standard, Zhuo Yuan-style, charming smile. “So, you’re working as that, what, consultant here? I didn’t expect that, Han Jiangque, you actually chose such a…special profession. After all, you don’t seem like the kind of person who would serve others. Moreover, you’re an Alpha. Quite surprising, isn’t it? Oh, by the way, Wen Ke and I came today to find a consultant from LM to accompany him through the pheromone vulnerable period. How about recommending a good consultant to an old classmate? Price is not an issue.”

“Zhuo Ge.”

Wen Ke finally couldn’t help but call out in a low voice. His tone was already unpleasant, but he still deliberately avoided using the name directly, giving Zhuo Yuan some room.

Even though Zhuo Yuan was somewhat hypocritical, he rarely revealed his disdain so openly. However, he couldn’t hide it now.

The self-esteem of teenage Alphas is a ridiculous thing, even if they are wealthy and have outstanding achievements; their attractiveness in the eyes of peers was more important. Han Jiangque was a perpetual thorn in Zhuo Yuan’s heart—a worthless poor boy from a single-parent family with terrible grades and a bad temper. Yet, all the Omegas secretly liked him.

Zhuo Yuan hated his high school days when his family sought refuge in a small town. At that time, he thought his life would be like that forever. Adolescence seemed to be perpetually gloomy, like the winter sky in that northern small town for three years—dull and blue.

He didn’t remember when he started liking the gentle and excellent Wen Ke. At that time, he thought Wen Ke was a Beta. His affection was so strong that he even secretly thought he would be willing to marry a Beta.

However, the Wen Ke he liked always stuck to Han Jiangque—like a dog.

He would curse Wen Ke in his heart, but he still liked him. The feeling of cursing the person he loved was indescribable.

Later, he got Wen Ke, and the Zhuo family gained wealth, and he became a noble son again. He won everything back. Yet, he still resented those three years in high school, where, during the peak of a young Alpha’s self-esteem, he always felt inferior in front of Han Jiangque.

He thought he had always hated Wen Ke and Han Jiangque deep down—his insecurities were caused by the collaboration between the two.

Now he could finally crush Han Jiangque under his feet. How could he still hide it?

Zhuo Yuan’s tone was almost excited. Every pause and every rhetorical question in his speech revealed a triumphant meaning.

He was determined to look down on Han Jiangque.

In the eyes of society, being an Alpha serving Omegas was considered the most ridiculous and humble profession. Zhuo Yuan, naturally, could look down on Han Jiangque.

However, Han Jiangque did not seem provoked, or one could say that in his world, there seemed to be no Zhuo Yuan.

He just looked at Wen Ke seriously. “You got divorced?”

Wen Ke’s whole body tensed. He was on edge, his Adam’s apple rolling up and down, unsure how to face Han Jiangque’s gaze.

Han Jiangque and Zhuo Yuan were different.

Zhuo Yuan was always evasive, his gaze often wandering during conversations, and his entire being seemed like it could scatter at any moment.

But Han Jiangque was focused.

In his world, there were only two types of people: those he couldn’t be bothered to look at and those he would focus on attentively.

Wen Ke sometimes wondered if Han Jiangque knew how beautiful his eyes were, like a single-minded little wolf cub.

Ten years ago, faced with those pitch-black eyes, Wen Ke stammered and said, “Han Jiangque, I, I’m with Zhuo Yuan now.”

Han Jiangque’s schoolbag hung lazily on one shoulder, looking at him coldly.

At that time, perhaps in Han Jiangque’s eyes, there was disdain or perhaps more of disgust.

“None of my business,” Wen Ke remembered Han Jiangque saying that.

His heart plummeted from a great height, shattering into pieces.

Thinking of those past events, Wen Ke silently clenched the tips of his fingers.

He felt genuinely sorry, unable to find anyone to apologize to for everything, just a profound sense of remorse.

He didn’t want Han Jiangque to see him like this. If possible, he truly wished he could disappear at this moment.

“Wen Ke, did you get divorced?” Han Jiangque asked again.

“Yeah, we got divorced. Xiaoke just completed the marking and separation.” Zhuo Yuan leaned forward and asked, “What’s the matter? Isn’t there anyone in the renowned LM Club that can be recommended? Han Jiangque, don’t you have a suitable colleague?”

Miss Yu, who had been standing on the side, seemed a bit alarmed, perhaps due to Zhuo Yuan’s words. She wanted to speak but was suddenly stopped by Han Jiangque with a slight wave of his hand.

“Of course, there’s someone suitable.”

Han Jiangque finally withdrew his gaze, paused, and calmly said, “I can do it.”

…

As soon as he said this, everyone involuntarily froze.

“No, no way.” Wen Ke’s face turned pale in an instant. He didn’t have time to think about anything else and immediately refused.

Zhuo Yuan also reacted at this moment. Instead of immediately expressing his stance, he looked at Han Jiangque with surprise and a hint of mockery. “Miss Yu from your club mentioned that someone like Xiaoke needs a gentle Alpha to accompany him in this situation, Han Jiangque. The scent of the liquor series has never been considered gentle, has it?”

“Zhuo Yuan, I’m not an ordinary liquor series.”

“I’m an S-rank liquor series.”

Han Jiangque lifted his head, scanning Zhuo Yuan coldly. “Any series, when it reaches S-rank, no longer has any shortcomings. Taking care of an Omega in a weak period is more than enough—Wen Ke will be comfortable with me.”

The appearance of the S-rank shook Zhuo Yuan. He couldn’t maintain the demeanor and superiority he had just shown. At that moment, he seemed to have returned to his humble high school days—

He touched the source of his inferiority once again.

S-rank. He had always known that Han Jiangque’s pheromones must be of high quality, but he never thought it would be S-rank.

A sinister and venomous light flashed in his eyes, and he said slowly, emphasizing each word, “Really? An S-rank Alpha selling himself out. The price must be high, right?”