After Dating the President O, I Turned Into a Puppy-Like Lover - Chapter 27

The small grove in November was dark and bitterly cold.

Deep within its narrow corners, three boys and one tall female Alpha stood together. Each of them was over 175 centimeters tall.

The leader, a boy with messy bangs falling across his forehead, leaned lazily against a tree, arms crossed, a cigarette pinched between his fingers. Smoke curled upward from the glowing tip.

The acrid smell reached Jiang He’s nose. Already unsmiling by nature, she frowned, her presence colder than an iceberg.

Beside her, Fu Jiu clung tightly to her hand, peeking nervously from behind, eyes darting toward the group.

Seeing them arrive, Wang Bin crushed his cigarette and shoved it into his pocket without care.

“Just one person?” he sneered.

“What’s wrong with one?” Jiang He lifted her lashes, her voice low and cold.

To Fu Jiu, that steady tone was like an anchor, filling her with courage. She stuck her head out further, emboldened by borrowed strength. “Exactly. One’s enough. She alone can knock all of you down.” Her words rang loud, though her grip on Jiang He’s hand never loosened.

“Looking down on us?” Wang Bin raised a brow. “Jiang He-jie’s name is famous, but I’m not afraid. You know Li Tao from vocational school? He’s my brother.” He puffed with pride.

“Oh.” Jiang He shrugged. “Never heard of him.”

Her dismissive attitude enraged him. Jiang He added, “I don’t look down on you. I look down on men who hit women.”

“Bullshit! Whoever offends me gets the same treatment,” Wang Bin snarled.

“I didn’t come here to fight,” Jiang He said evenly. “You may not care about your records, but I do. Tell me, what will it take to settle this?”

“Settle?” Wang Bin laughed bitterly.

His heavyset companion whispered, “Bin-ge, if she’s willing to back down, take it. Fighting her won’t end well.”

Wang Bin considered, cooling slightly.

Fu Jiu, sensing advantage, stuck out her tongue playfully.

Jiang He shot her a glare. She wilted instantly, lips pressed shut. But the damage was done, Wang Bin’s temper flared again. He jabbed a finger at Fu Jiu. “She apologizes. Bow to me. Or slap herself.”

Before he finished, Jiang He cut in coldly, each word sharp as ice. “Impossible.” She pulled Fu Jiu behind her. “You won’t touch a single hair on her head.”

The chill in her eyes was enough to freeze the Alphas across from her.

The fight was inevitable. Wang Bin cracked his knuckles. “So be it. I gave you a chance, and you spat on it. Think I’m easy to push around?”

Fu Jiu, though bold in words, had never faced this before. Four against one and she was only a burden. Fear trembled through her. She tugged Jiang He’s sleeve. “Cousin, maybe I should just bow. They’re too many. I’m afraid you’ll lose.”

“It’s fine.” Jiang He patted her shoulder, meeting her eyes. “Go stand behind that tree.”

Fu Jiu wanted to fight beside her, but she knew she’d only drag her down. Reluctantly, she obeyed, retreating step by step.

Among the four, two were Alphas, two Betas. If the Alphas released pheromones, chaos could erupt—low-ranked ones might even be crushed outright.

But Jiang He never relied on pheromones. She suffered from secretion imbalance; using them drained her body, and her high rank risked destabilizing others. She would fight with her fists.

That was enough.

Wang Bin, wary of her pheromones, ordered the two Betas to attack, hoping numbers would overwhelm her.

The heavyset boy, towering at 1.8 meters, swung a massive fist.

Jiang He, slim and agile, could have dodged easily. Instead, she caught the punch head-on, twisted his arm sharply, and kicked him down. He collapsed onto the grass, groaning.

One down. Three left.

The others froze, stunned that their strongest had fallen in seconds. They exchanged looks, then charged together.

Jiang He dodged, slipping past their blows. Wang Bin’s hand grazed her shirt—close, but not enough. He gritted his teeth. Next time, he’d land it.

The fight dragged on. Jiang He couldn’t finish them as quickly as the heavyset one. Fu Jiu, hidden behind the tree, watched anxiously.

Then a Beta landed a hit. Wang Bin followed with a punch to her face.

Pain seared through her. Rage surged, strength spiking.

Her eyes flicked to Wang Bin’s crotch, remembering Fu Jiu’s story. She leapt, hand like a blade, and kicked hard.

Wang Bin’s eyes rolled back. He collapsed, clutching himself, writhing in agony.

Fu Jiu cheered. “Nice! Cousin, you’re amazing!”

With Wang Bin and the heavyset boy down, only two remained.

The weaker Beta lost all courage. He fell quickly, barely knowing how.

Only the female Alpha was left. She was striking, her features sharp, her aura bold—similar to Jiang He, though less refined. Her rank was higher than Wang Bin’s, and she was loyal. Alone, she stood firm.

Jiang He hesitated. She didn’t want to hurt another girl too badly.

That hesitation had cost her earlier.

“Wang’s already down. You can’t beat me. Leave,” Jiang He warned after blocking her strike.

“No.” The girl’s voice was cold.

They fought again, though less fiercely.

Gradually, she faltered. In desperation, she grabbed Jiang He’s hair.

Jiang He: “!!”

Jiang He cried. “Let go!”

But the girl clung tighter.

Jiang He’s hair was her most precious feature. The pain was unbearable. Furious, she grabbed the girl’s hair in return.

The battle devolved into a tug-of-war.

The girl, newly differentiated, lost control, releasing a trace of pheromones. Jiang He wrinkled her nose—black tea scent, which she despised. Irritated and in pain, she released some of her own.

Exams finished, and Dan Sirou returned to the student council office as usual.

With fewer tasks lately, she enjoyed the rare leisure, using the time to catch up on her studies.

She was reading when her phone chimed.

She opened the message, it was from Zhou Tingchen.

Zhou Tingchen: Rourou, are you free this Saturday?

Dan Sirou considered the question, wondering if she had time.

After a moment, she typed: No plans at the moment.

Zhou Tingchen: How about we go out?

I’ve been back in Dongcheng for so long, always stuck at school.

The pressure here feels heavier than in the capital. I want to relax a little.

But I don’t really have friends here. Will you come with me?

Dan Sirou’s mood grew heavier.

Going out with Zhou Tingchen.

Though she had no weekend plans, that didn’t mean she wanted to spend it however he wished. A faint resistance stirred in her heart.

But remembering all he had done for her, she agreed.

They discussed it pleasantly enough. Then, suddenly, noise erupted at the door.

Moments later, it swung open. As expected, a group stood outside. Leading them were two student council members she knew well. Behind them, faces she recognized.

Jiang He.

Fu Jiu.

And several others she didn’t know as well.

Each was disheveled, bruised, their entrance filling the room with the lingering scent of pheromones.

As an Omega, Dan Sirou wrinkled her nose. Thankfully, the smell was faint, clinging only to their clothes. Otherwise, it would have overwhelmed her.

School rules were clear: no unauthorized use of pheromones to suppress peers or Omegas.

“President, these students were fighting in the grove. They even used…” Liu Qi recounted everything she had seen, one student injured badly, their gland bleeding, rushed to the infirmary. She explained the cause, starting with Wang Bin’s harassment of Xiao Mei and Fu Jiu, leading up to the fight.

Dan Sirou nodded, piecing it together.

Her gaze swept over them, cool and heavy. The atmosphere in the council office was strict, pressing down on the group until they bowed their heads, eager to admit fault.

She dealt with the three instigators first, contacting their parents. They were already on their way. Those who had started the fight and used pheromones to suppress others would be expelled—no escape. As for Jiang He, though she had joined the brawl, her use of pheromones could be considered self-defense. Still, her fault was significant, and judgment would follow.

With the parents on their way, Lin Shi arrived to handle that side of things.

Only then did Dan Sirou turn her attention to the other two.

Her eyes lingered on Jiang He. The weight of her gaze pressed down like a thousand pounds. Jiang He lowered her head further.

Dan Sirou had never seen her so disheveled.

Her uniform buttons askew, her usually neat hair in disarray. Beneath the stray strands, her features were still fine, but her left cheek was swollen, her lip bruised dark.

Dan Sirou found herself staring longer than she meant to, a flicker of emotion stirring. Then, in a formal tone, she said, “Though you helped me last time, this matter will be handled officially.”

Jiang He stayed silent, head bowed.

Fu Jiu, guilty, tugged at Dan Sirou’s sleeve. “Sister Rou, it’s all my fault. I asked my cousin to help.”

Dan Sirou’s gaze softened, though she masked it with sternness. “And you dare say that? Why didn’t you come to me when you had trouble?”

She looked her over carefully. “You weren’t hurt, were you?”

“No, no.” Fu Jiu shook her head quickly. “She told me to stay aside.”

Dan Sirou glanced at Jiang He again. She remained quiet, contrite.

“Sister Rou, what will happen to my cousin? Please don’t tell her family. Her grandfather is very strict.”

Dan Sirou cut her off. “That’s not for you to worry about.”

“Xiao Jiu, if we trace this back, you incited a second-year to fight with first-years. I haven’t even held you accountable yet. Don’t meddle further.” Her tone softened despite herself. “You must have been frightened. I’ll take you back to the dorm.”

Fu Jiu bit her lip. She knew Sister Rou’s nature—gentle most of the time, but once serious, no one could sway her.

She cast Jiang He an apologetic glance.

Cousin, you’ll have to endure this. I’ll repay you someday.

The council deliberated Jiang He’s punishment.

She hadn’t started the fight, but joining it carried responsibility. She wouldn’t be expelled, but she was suspended for a week to reflect at home.

Fu Jiu wanted to share the burden, but Dan Sirou refused, sending her back to the dorm early.

Jiang He remained in the office with Lin Shi, waiting for her guardian.

She touched her swollen cheek, teeth aching faintly.

Those bastards had hit hard, her canine tooth even felt loose.

Still, she hadn’t held back either. That kick to Wang Bin, he might never recover his pride.

“Here.” Dan Sirou, feigning disinterest, handed her an ice pack.

She had bought it at a convenience store while escorting Fu Jiu. Though technically not for sale, the owner had let it go.

Jiang He looked up. Her face was battered, but her eyes were still clear. Surprised, she hesitated to take it.

“Don’t want it?” Dan Sirou asked.

As she began to withdraw, Jiang He snatched it.

She pressed it to her cheek silently, looking meek and obedient—nothing like the fierce fighter who had taken down four opponents that afternoon.

By then, night had fallen.

Dan Sirou stayed in the office until the third evening study bell rang. She set down her phone, glanced out the window. The far side of campus was noisy, making the office feel even quieter.

Just then, an elderly figure passed outside. A strong old man, beard white, cane tapping rapidly. Moments later, he entered the office.

Jiang He saw him and stood quickly. “Grandfather.”

The cane struck the floor in quick rhythm as Jiang Bingtai strode in like the wind. Without a word, he raised his hand and slapped Jiang He across the face.