After Dating the President O, I Turned Into a Puppy-Like Lover - Chapter 19.2

Dan Sirou’s temperature was steady, but Jiang He’s was burning hot. Gradually, Dan Sirou’s senses focused on her waist. She turned, brows furrowed and sure enough.

Jiang He hadn’t realized it yet. Following her gaze, she flushed crimson.

Even displeased, they were trapped indoors. Escape wasn’t possible. Dan Sirou endured the minutes until footsteps faded and silence returned. She moved to open the door again.

Behind her, Jiang He whispered, “Then, what do I do?”

Dan Sirou turned, seeing the girl’s helpless face.

“Why ask me? Must I solve everything for you? Alphas should know how to handle themselves.”

Jiang He nearly cried. She truly didn’t know. Since her differentiation, she had never dealt with this. Today was her first time.

After Dan Sirou left, Jiang He remained alone, hoping the storm would pass on its own.

It didn’t. Impatience gnawed at her.

She remembered her phone. Should she ask Zhou Yi? Zhou Yi surely knew more about these things.

No. Zhou Yi would only laugh at her. Better to rely on herself.

That afternoon’s competitions were thrilling, but Jiang He barely watched.

She sat quietly in Class 5’s section, hands folded on her knees, chin resting atop them, eyes fixed on Dan Sirou.

It was the first time she had truly observed her as student council president. Before, she might glance at her in passing, but never with such focus.

Her conclusion: Dan Sirou was busy.

In three hours, she sat less than twenty minutes. Half an hour she disappeared entirely, Jiang He not knowing where she went.

Her cold lingered, her voice unchanged.

Jiang He regretted it. She had stripped off her clothes earlier surely worsening her condition.

She couldn’t understand. With her family situation, why had Dan Sirou chosen to run for president? Wouldn’t fewer responsibilities have freed her energy?

Eventually, Dan Sirou passed by their class, chatting brightly with the acting class leader. Her smile was radiant—nothing like the icy girl from the restroom.

“If I get pregnant, can you take responsibility?”

The words echoed suddenly in Jiang He’s mind.

She rose abruptly and hurried back to the infirmary.

The nurse asked what she needed. Heat rushed to Jiang He’s face, her cheeks blazing red.

“Do you have contraceptives?” she asked clearly, though the embarrassment was hers alone.

The nurse blinked, then nodded. “Yes.”

She handed over a box, explaining the dosage.

Jiang He nodded quickly, ready to leave. The nurse hesitated, then advised, “Classmate, you should restrain yourself a little. Too much of this isn’t good.”

“Oh, okay.” Jiang He fled.

Near the stadium entrance, in a quiet corner, she pulled out her phone and dialed Dan Sirou.

From here, she could see the field clearly. She had already spotted Dan Sirou. Watching her, she waited as the call connected.

Thankfully, Dan Sirou answered.

She said nothing, so Jiang He spoke first.

“I’m by the fence. I have something for you. Could you come?”

Dan Sirou replied coolly, “No need. Keep it yourself.”

“I bought it for you,” Jiang He pleaded softly, almost begging. “Please.”

Dan Sirou lifted her gaze, a flicker of emotion breaking through.

It was hard to reconcile her usual coldness with Jiang He’s fragile tone. For once, her heart softened.

She walked slowly to the spot Jiang He had named. From afar, she saw the slender figure waiting beneath the tree.

“What is it you want to give me?” Dan Sirou asked.

Jiang He smiled faintly, handing her a plain white bag.

“One pill a day.”

She didn’t need to open it to know what was inside. Looking at the girl, half a head taller than her, she hesitated then accepted the bag.

“Thank you.”

Jiang He’s eyes flickered as she lowered her head in shame. Borrowing the warmth of that moment, she spoke sincerely:

“About today. I’m really sorry. I know taking this medicine isn’t good for your body, but since it already happened, we still need to be cautious. What I can promise is that no matter what comes, I’ll face it together with you.”

“Mm.” Dan Sirou only nodded, her voice calm and detached. “I’m leaving.”

Her tone carried neither joy nor anger, her expression neither warm nor cold like listening to a stranger speak.

Perhaps, compared to anger, this kind of indifference cut deeper.

Meanwhile, Duan Xinchun left the main building and wandered alone to the sports field. By now, the crowds had thinned; only small groups of two or three sat together, chatting and enjoying campus life.

She leaned back on her hands, legs together, swinging idly in the air.

She wanted to think of something cheerful, but every time she tried, her mind replayed the scenes she had just witnessed in the building.

She couldn’t bring herself to smile.

Jiang He had warned her before, but reality always had a way of teaching lessons the hard way. No matter how much mental preparation one makes, believing oneself strong enough, there will always be moments that shatter that illusion.

It was fine. She would forget, eventually.

After all, Jiang He and the president were only partners in cooperation.

A light tap landed on her shoulder. Duan Xinchun turned to see someone grinning at her.

“Hello, beautiful Xinchun! Why are you sitting here all alone?”

“Xiao Zhou.” She smiled back. “Why aren’t you taking a nap?”

“Oh, I missed curfew, so I didn’t bother going back. Besides, they’re not checking dorms these days.” Zhou Yi laughed, plopping down beside her.

Looking around curiously, Zhou Yi asked, “Why are you here alone? Did your friend just go to the restroom?”

“No,” Duan Xinchun replied. “I came by myself.”

“What? That’s boring.” Zhou Yi looked surprised. “You could hang out with me! Or if you want to see my boss but feel shy, I can pass on the message for you.”

Duan Xinchun chuckled softly. “No need. I just want some quiet time alone. Thank you, Xiao Zhou.”

“Alright then.” Zhou Yi let it go.

After a pause, Duan Xinchun hesitated. “By the way, Zhou Yi, do you know if Jiang He and the president are close?”

“The president?” Zhou Yi blinked, puzzled. She couldn’t understand why Duan Xinchun would link the two. “They’ve never had any interaction, at least I’ve never seen it. If my boss was close with the president.”

She’d have given me advice about chasing her. Zhou Yi finished the thought silently.

“Oh, I see.” Duan Xinchun nodded.

Hearing that eased her heart. Jiang He and the president were, as she suspected, just ordinary collaborators.

Duan Xinchun wasn’t unreasonable. If she couldn’t help Jiang He, she was glad someone else could. Whether that person was Dan Sirou or anyone else didn’t matter.

“Why are you asking this?” Zhou Yi couldn’t help but probe.

It was strange. First Sister Wei said the boss might like the president, now Duan Xinchun was asking about them. Could there really be something between Jiang He and the president?

“It’s nothing,” Duan Xinchun said quickly. “Just curious.”

Zhou Yi nodded, confused but not pressing further. She wasn’t foolish, Duan Xinchun clearly knew something. But if she didn’t want to say, Zhou Yi wouldn’t force it.

That evening, Zhou Yi and Jiang He walked through the grove. Zhou Yi brought up the day’s events with a spark of excitement.

“Boss, did something happen between you and Duan Xinchun?”

“Why do you ask?” Jiang He replied.

“I saw her looking upset today. I figured it was because of you.”

It wasn’t a guess, it was because of you. Zhou Yi thought silently, keeping half of the truth to herself. She didn’t mention Duan Xinchun’s questions about the president.

Jiang He thought carefully. She hadn’t quarreled with Duan Xinchun recently. In fact, they hadn’t even met these past two days, the last time was last week.

Still, since Zhou Yi mentioned her, Jiang He said, “I don’t know. But I should talk to her properly.”

Her promise to Dan Sirou in the restroom hadn’t been empty words. A hundred hypothetical answers couldn’t compare to living through it once and she had already faced that moment.

“By the way,” Zhou Yi hesitated before asking, “Boss, what do you think of the president?”

“Hm?” Jiang He was baffled.

What was with all these strange questions today?

“I don’t think anything. What could I think?” she said, sounding evasive.

Yes, she liked Dan Sirou.

Maybe it was her habit of hiding feelings. Maybe she didn’t want to burden Dan Sirou. For many reasons, she couldn’t reveal her true heart to her closest friend.

“Boss, don’t lie to me!” Zhou Yi pressed.

The more Jiang He denied, the more it seemed true. If there was really nothing, she would have given an objective answer not brushed it off.

Jiang He stopped walking, gazing at Zhou Yi in the dark. She placed a hand on her shoulder, asking gently, “You’re acting strange today. Did something happen?”

“No.” Zhou Yi, though an alpha, was still a girl. Normally carefree, she could cry when hurt. “I just mean, if you like her too, then I won’t compete.”

Jiang He laughed suddenly. “What are you saying? Even if I like her, that doesn’t stop you. Don’t make it sound so dramatic.”

Zhou Yi, frustrated by her laughter, felt tears welling again. Jiang He quickly soothed her. “Hey, hey, don’t cry. Be good.”

Zhou Yi laughed through her tears. “Fine, I’ll be honest. If you like her, I know I can’t win. So, I’d rather give up early than suffer later.”

“Don’t belittle yourself,” Jiang He comforted.

“But I’m just a B-level alpha. I joke about it, but I know I’m not worthy. Maybe I don’t even like the president that much. Maybe it’s just her excellence that makes me want to prove my taste. People used to mock me for liking the wrong type. In the end, even liking someone became a way to boost my confidence.” Zhou Yi had meant to play the victim for sympathy, but unexpectedly, she revealed her insecurities and cried in earnest.

Jiang He embraced her gently, patting her back in a steady rhythm until the sobs subsided.

The next morning, Zhou Yi was up early. Jiang He, still groggy, rubbed her eyes. At her desk sat a figure scribbling furiously.

She blinked, relieved it wasn’t a ghost.

“What are you doing?” she asked, slipping on her slippers and stretching as she walked over.

On the paper, bold words read: Feasibility of infiltrating the student council to win the president’s heart.

Jiang He: “…”

Zhou Yi finished the last stroke, then turned with a cheeky grin.

“Didn’t you say yesterday you didn’t like Dan Sirou that much?” Jiang He asked suspiciously.

“That was before you comforted me! Ha! Ha! Today I’m back to being energetic little Zhou.”

“Fine,” Jiang He sighed.

“But boss,” Zhou Yi pressed, “you really don’t like the president?”

“Are you done? How many times are you going to ask?” Jiang He said seriously. “Alright, listen carefully. This is the last time, I don’t like Dan Sirou—”

Before she could finish, two freshmen girls passed by the window. It was open, and their conversation drifted in clearly.

“Hey, why was there such a crowd just now?”

“Oh, I think the president fainted. She’s at the infirmary now.”

At that, Jiang He whipped her head toward them.

“Wait—” she began, but stopped when she caught Zhou Yi’s knowing look.

Jiang He turned back slowly, teeth grinding in frustration under her friend’s meaningful gaze.

“Boss, why are you so anxious?” Zhou Yi teased, delighted at the drama.

“I’m anxious for you,” Jiang He retorted irritably.