After Dating the President O, I Turned Into a Puppy-Like Lover - Chapter 26

The scooter rolled forward a few meters before stopping steadily at the security office entrance.

The boy’s tall, striking figure was impossible to miss, Jiang He had noticed him long before.

Zhou Tingchen had been scanning the road, afraid of missing her. When he finally looked up, he saw an electric scooter approaching. He stared for a long time before realizing that his Rourou was riding back with a female Alpha.

His brows furrowed as he scrutinized the Alpha’s face, forgetting the cold in his hands and feet. In that instant, his whole body filled with hostility. Yet when the scooter stopped before him and he saw Dan Sirou, his expression softened instantly, smiling as though the Alpha didn’t exist at all.

“Rourou.” He stepped forward, attentive, helping her off the scooter.

Dan Sirou looked at him in confusion. He shouldn’t have been here. “Why are you here?”

“I came to bring something for Aunt Shu.” He pointed to the gift bag inside the security office. “My grandfather’s private doctor recommended it, said it would help her recover faster. I happened to have the day off, so I thought I’d deliver it.”

“In such heavy rain, you don’t need to keep bringing things,” she said softly, frowning.

“Honestly, I didn’t know it would rain. But seeing you makes it worth it.”

His eyes crinkled with a smile.

Jiang He’s brows knitted tightly, lips pursed in irritation. She honked the scooter horn, her voice cold as ice: “Excuse me. I need to turn around.”

Startled by the sound, Zhou Tingchen instinctively moved closer to Dan Sirou.

Jiang He’s eyes flicked sideways, catching the sight of their clothes brushing together. Her chest tightened with suppressed anger. Before leaving, she forced her tone gentle, saying, “I won’t disturb you. I’ll go now.” But her words carried the sour sting of jealousy.

“Wait, Jiang He.” Dan Sirou called quickly as she turned to leave. After a pause, she said, “Thank you for bringing me back today.” Her eyes shimmered with the reflection of neon lights, softening the moment with rare warmth.

Jiang He froze, her heart aching.

She remembered the delicate hands that had brushed her stomach on the ride, the warm breath against her back, the intoxicating scent that lingered.

“It’s fine. It was on the way,” she said, hiding her emotions behind a cool façade.

Zhou Tingchen, ever sociable, added, “Thank you for bringing our Rourou back in this rain. If you’re free, let me treat you to dinner sometime.”

Our Rourou.

Jiang He’s heart sank. She glanced at Dan Sirou.

The neon glow traced half her profile in soft beauty, the other half hidden in shadow. Her lips pressed lightly together, her expression calm, showing no displeasure.

She had accepted the possessive claim without protest.

Jiang He’s warmth turned cold.

She had thought too simply, that years apart had weakened Zhou Tingchen’s bond with Dan Sirou, that their old agreement meant something, that even if Sirou denied it, the mark she had once carried mattered.

But none of it meant anything against true, enduring affection.

Dan Sirou didn’t like her. She preferred him. And Jiang He could do nothing about it.

A wave of helplessness and bitterness washed over her.

She longed to crawl into bed and sleep away the ache.

“I’m leaving,” she murmured again, her lashes casting a shadow beneath her eyes.

“Be safe,” Dan Sirou replied calmly, her tone caring yet distant, watching her go.

Soon, Jiang He’s thin figure disappeared into the quiet street, blending into the solitude left by the storm.

Once she was gone, Dan Sirou turned to Zhou Tingchen, a trace of exasperation in her eyes.

He still smiled faintly.

“Next time, let me know before you come,” she said evenly.

His smile faltered. “Rourou, do you not want me here?”

“No. But you don’t even know which building or floor I live on. Do you plan to wait outside like this every time?”

She didn’t know what was wrong with her. She knew his intentions were good, but sometimes his tone, his assumptions, left her weary.

They shared history. He had once injured his leg saving her, and it still ached on rainy days. She felt guilty, so she tolerated his intrusions into her life.

Perhaps realizing her tone had been sharp, and seeing him wait so long in the cold rain, she softened. “My mother hasn’t seen you in a while. Do you want to come in?”

“No need.” He smiled quickly. “I just came to deliver this.”

“Thank you for always helping with my family,” she said sincerely.

“It’s nothing.” He studied her expression. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll go.”

“Mm.” She nodded.

He waved cheerfully, then turned away, his smile fading.

Of course he wanted to go upstairs. He longed to make Rourou his Omega, an obsession since childhood.

But until their relationship was official, he couldn’t rush.

She was already warmer toward him. Perhaps it was time to take another step forward.

The following week was midterm exam week.

Tests were scheduled for Tuesday and Wednesday. On Wednesday afternoon, exams ended at four. While seniors continued classes, first- and second-years were excused from evening study, allowed instead to relax with a movie organized by the class committee.

At four, exams ended.

Students restored their desks, then scattered—some to dinner, some to the dorms. The break was generous: a shower, then a movie in the classroom. In the grind of school life, it was a rare treat.

After the exam, Jiang He and Zhou Yi stopped by the restroom.

When they returned, only a few students remained, desks mostly back in place.

Jiang He was tidying her desk when Zhou Yi nudged her. “Boss, isn’t that your cousin?”

Jiang He lifted her eyes. Outside the window stood a girl, about 1.6 meters tall, fair-skinned, sweet-faced, cheeks flushed pink like ripe fruit. Their eyes met, and the girl quickly adopted a pitiful look.

Damn. It was Fu Jiu.

Jiang He wanted to pretend she hadn’t seen. Whenever Fu Jiu came looking, it meant trouble.

Halfway through packing her books, Jiang He tugged Zhou Yi’s sleeve. “Let’s go.”

But Fu Jiu wasn’t about to let her escape. She strode in, hooked Jiang He’s arm, and leaned against her, whining, “Cousin.”

Zhou Yi smirked, retreating. “I’ll leave you two to talk.”

“Wait for me,” Jiang He tried to call her back, but one ran off and the other clung like a burden.

Soon Zhou Yi’s figure vanished through the door. Jiang He glared at Fu Jiu, ready to settle accounts.

Fu Jiu pouted, then smiled sweetly, feigning innocence.

Jiang He snorted. “What do you want?”

“Cousin.” Fu Jiu blinked her big eyes. “Help me with something.”

Jiang He sneered inwardly. She knew it.

She narrowed her eyes, towering over her. “No.”

“Wow, you’re so cruel.” Fu Jiu shivered at her icy expression. “Didn’t Aunt Chengcheng tell you to look after me at school? Did you forget?”

Jiang Yucheng was the aunt Jiang He respected most. Aside from her grandfather, she listened to her above all.

“That was just polite talk,” Jiang He said flatly. “Who knew you’d take it seriously?”

“You!” Fu Jiu nearly exploded with frustration.

Jiang Yucheng was a musical theater performer, often traveling abroad for shows. At the moment, she was somewhere in Europe, though no one knew exactly where. Even if Fu Jiu wanted to complain to her, there was nowhere to turn.

So, should she just give up?

No. She had already boasted to Xiao Mei that she would solve the problem. If she failed, how could two little girls possibly stand up to it alone?

Suddenly, Fu Jiu had a flash of inspiration, a light bulb flickering above her head.

“You really don’t plan to help me?” Her eyes narrowed, voice carrying a mix of threat and plea.

“Nope.” Jiang He didn’t even think about it, dragging out the word deliberately to annoy her.

She would never forget the last time Fu Jiu had called her in tears, begging for help to find a missing dog. Jiang He had even roped in Zhou Yi, and the group had spent hours searching, only to discover the dog was in her own yard all along.

Fu Jiu had gone quiet for a long time afterward, clearly embarrassed.

She was a first-year student this year. Aside from seeing her briefly on registration day, Jiang He had barely crossed paths with her. With first- and second-years on different floors, they had been practically invisible to each other.

Fu Jiu pursed her rosy lips and huffed, “Then I’ll just tell Sister Rou.”

The cutest face, yet the words carried lethal force.

Jiang He narrowed her eyes. She had known Fu Jiu for two years and recognized that “Sister Rou” was her affectionate nickname for Dan Sirou.

Whenever Fu Jiu spoke of childhood memories with Dan Sirou, no one else knew, but Jiang He always felt a pang of envy. Back then, when she had watched others swinging happily, Fu Jiu had been among them.

Fu Jiu loved clinging to Dan Sirou, loved talking about her. And whenever she did, Jiang He’s eyes would dim, retreating into a corner, quietly wounded.

Dragging herself back from those thoughts, Jiang He gave a dismissive “Oh.” “What’s the point of mentioning her? Do you think I’d listen to her?”

Fu Jiu ignored her, smug. “Whether it works or not, I can’t say. But I do know your secret.”

Jiang He shot her a sharp look. “What secret?”

“Don’t think I don’t know.” Fu Jiu’s eyes didn’t blink as she ticked off accusations on her fingers. “That photo of me and Sister Rou, you hid it. I saw it when I visited your house. You went to the bathroom, and it was lying on your desk.

You must have forgotten to put it away. And you didn’t just keep it—you cut me out! Left only half an arm. How cruel is that?”

Jiang He: “…”

Jiang He’s voice was firm, though her heart wavered. “And what does that prove? That I like her? Ha. Naïve.”

She turned to leave.

But Fu Jiu wasn’t in a hurry. She called after her lazily, “Then I’ll just tell Sister Rou tomorrow. Imagine it—‘A certain second-year Alpha secretly keeps your photo, and late at night in the bathroom does unspeakable things.’”

Jiang He froze, stepping back, glaring daggers at her. Her voice was low, teeth clenched. “When did I ever do something unspeakable in the bathroom?” Her tone carried both guilt and defiance. She swore it had only happened once, and

Dan Sirou had been there.

Fu Jiu tilted her eyes upward, feigning thought. “Hmm. I don’t know.”

“Then why say it? Why ruin my reputation?” Jiang He demanded.

“Art always needs embellishment,” Fu Jiu replied breezily. “If you don’t care about how Sister Rou sees you, why worry about what I say?”

Bang, bang, bang—Jiang He’s heart took a thousand blows.

“What do you want?” she asked at last, defeated, her icy aura chilling the air.

Fu Jiu, unfazed by her cold glare, explained smoothly: “It’s about my deskmate, Xiao Mei. There’s a male Alpha in our class who likes her, but she doesn’t like him at all. He’s annoying—always pestering her, even harassing me to switch seats. Of course I refused.”

“And then?” Jiang He pressed.

“Two days ago, he came again. Xiao Mei, embarrassed by how much trouble he caused me, snapped and said something harsh.”

“What did she say?”

“She told him he wasn’t good enough. His rank was low, he’d finish too quickly, how could he dare confess to her? He felt humiliated, so he cornered us in the bathroom. It wasn’t even my problem, but he wouldn’t let us leave. In

desperation, I kicked him. But, I misjudged. I kicked him there.”

Jiang He raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t expect it, you can be loyal.”

Fu Jiu puffed up proudly. “Of course. Xiao Mei’s my best friend.”

“Then handle it yourself. Why drag me in?” Jiang He said coolly.

Fu Jiu’s expression turned pitiful again. “I can’t. Wang Bin said he’ll deal with me after exams. I told him I’ve got someone backing me, a second-year Alpha, really strong, someone they can’t mess with.”

Jiang He’s eyes turned cold. “So, you’re using me as your tiger’s shadow.”

Fu Jiu blinked innocently. “Exactly. Now we’re in this together. If they can’t find me, they’ll come for you.”

Jiang He sneered. “Why not go to Dan Sirou? Isn’t she more useful than me?”

Fu Jiu shook her head quickly. “No. I want to teach that Alpha a lesson. He’s gone too far. If I went to Sister Rou, she’d only warn them. They wouldn’t listen.”

“Oh.” Jiang He arched a brow. “So, I’m your hired muscle. The dirty work’s mine.”

Fu Jiu glanced her up and down, guilty but secretly impressed. In her heart, she gave Jiang He a silent thumbs-up.

The enforcer had arrived.