After Dating the President O, I Turned Into a Puppy-Like Lover - Chapter 33

Jiang He’s heart skipped a beat. After a pause, she said, “I brought an Omega suppressant, it matches your type.”

She pulled a packet from her pocket, taking out a small syringe and a 20ml vial.

When the heat is severe, injectables work faster and more effectively than patches.

Jiang He held them out to Dan Sirou. Dan Sirou glanced at the medicine in her palm, then at Jiang He’s earnest expression.

Hesitant, but finally, she accepted.

The vacuum-sealed bag crinkled in her hand as she tore it open. Filling the syringe, she deftly pierced the vein that carried her pheromones.

Jiang He watched the clear liquid push slowly into her bloodstream, pressing her tongue against her aching molars to hide her tension.

On the edge of heat, even suppressants lost much of their effect.

Dan Sirou still felt unbearable—the fire in her chest, her mind hazy as if drugged, waves of heat crashing through her, her eyes flickering between clarity and daze.

She bit her lip, enduring.

Yet standing before her was something stronger than any suppressant.

Her compatibility with Jiang He was so high she could even cure Jiang He’s rare illness. Likewise, a single mark from Jiang He could ease her torment.

But as long as she held onto a shred of clarity, she would never ask.

Jiang He, surrounded by the lingering floral scent, asked, “Why does it feel like the suppressant isn’t working?”

“Suppressants aren’t instant miracles. If used late, they take half again as long to work.” Dan Sirou explained slowly, fighting the waves of heat.

“I see,” Jiang He murmured, falling into thought.

Dan Sirou thought she meant something else. “Am I affecting you?” she asked softly.

“It’s fine.” Jiang He shook her head.

After a silence, she said suddenly, “What if.”

Dan Sirou looked up, nervous.

“I release some pheromones to help you. It should ease faster.” Jiang He’s eyes brimmed with concern.

Dan Sirou stared, surprised by her simple intent.

“Alright.”

Jiang He stepped forward. Her tall frame blocked the sunlight, casting them in shadow. The Alpha aura pressed down, making Dan Sirou’s legs weak, nearly giving way.

Her gland throbbed, reacting like it had during past markings. Warm arms wrapped around her waist, Jiang He’s cheek brushing her ear, hair rustling together.

Their height difference placed Dan Sirou’s chin perfectly on Jiang He’s shoulder.

Her lips parted, startled. She wasn’t used to this.

Before, it had always been teeth at her neck. Never a lover’s embrace.

She stiffened, resisting slightly.

But for the first time, an Alpha was helping her through heat. Unlike the torment of suppressants, her body obeyed, soothed by the clean, milky scent. The agitation in her gland eased, little by little.

The concentration was perfect—not too heavy to overwhelm, not too faint to leave her wanting.

It felt comfortable.

After hours of tension, the sudden relief brought crushing fatigue. She couldn’t control her heart. Reason told her not to sink into it, but she was too tired. The warmth of Jiang He’s arms was irresistible. She leaned on her shoulder, eyes closing, savoring the quiet.

Jiang He, however, suffered.

The girl’s scent filled her nose, like stepping into a sea of flowers—beautiful, dangerous, tempting her toward forbidden ground.

Her teeth ached, desire rising.

She was still just a young Alpha. Omega pheromones were raw temptation. The predatory instinct pulsed inside her. If she turned the girl in her arms, her teeth could pierce the gland, release the tension.

Jiang He narrowed her eyes, staring at the gray wall.

She swore to herself like a monk chanting scripture: Not yet. Not yet. Not yet.

Her jaw clenched so hard her face twisted. She was iron, unmoving, her will unyielding.

“Jiang He.” Dan Sirou whispered.

“Mm?” Jiang He glanced sideways, catching her delicate profile.

“I feel much better.” She shifted, trying to pull away. “You can let go now.”

“Oh—okay.” Jiang He said quickly.

They stepped apart. Their eyes met, and Jiang He’s cheeks flushed red.

“Thank you.” Dan Sirou rubbed her numb hand, voice soft.

“It’s nothing.” Jiang He coughed lightly, looking up at the blue sky. “Let me take you home.”

Together, they left the alley. Outside, the air was clearer. Fire trucks had already dispersed purification powder. The faint scent of wet earth washed away the chaos, leaving the city fresh again.

Workers tallied the damage. On the streets, men in protective suits carried stretchers, some covered with white cloth, others still breathing.

Dan Sirou shivered, shaken.

She mourned those struck by disaster, yet felt grateful to have escaped death, alongside others who had survived.

She thought of them. Jiang He thought only of her.

Seeing her stare at the stretchers, Jiang He opened her mouth to comfort her, but words failed. She wasn’t good at speeches.

Lowering her lashes, she said softly, “Come on. It’s over now.”

Dan Sirou turned back, nodding gently.

Thinking of her mother alone at home, she quickened her pace, nearly running upstairs. Jiang He followed, knowing her worry. “Your mother’s fine. She was just worried sick about you.”

Dan Sirou slowed, glancing at her. “You’ve been here before?”

“Yes.” Jiang He’s eyes dropped nervously. “I was passing by. Fu Jiu heard about the riot, couldn’t reach you, and asked me to check. I went to your house, your mother said you’d gone to the supermarket. Since I was already here, I thought I’d look for you.”

Climbing stairs was tiring, and Jiang He’s explanation was long-winded, but Dan Sirou listened carefully. After a moment, she said, “Thank you.”

Jiang He exhaled in relief.

Dan Sirou hurried to unlock the door. Inside, her mother sat on the sofa, graceful and composed. At the sight of her daughter, a faint joy flickered in her calm eyes.

“Xiao Rou.”

Dan Sirou froze. Jiang He’s words on the stairs vanished from her mind. Her heart swelled, disbelief flooding her. “Mom, you called me by name?”

Since the incident, it was the first time she had heard that cherished nickname.

All her endurance, all her grievances, suddenly felt answered.

Shu Wan didn’t reply to her, but turned to Jiang He. “Thank you.” Her voice was cool, but it was the most gratitude she could manage.

“It’s nothing,” Jiang He said quickly. “I wanted to, well, I was asked.” She glanced at Dan Sirou, remembering her clumsy excuse earlier, coughed awkwardly, and corrected herself. “Anyway, I came on someone’s behalf.”

Dan Sirou didn’t care about the gaps in her story. She said sincerely, “Thank you, Jiang He.”

She had said it so many times that Jiang He grew embarrassed. She wanted to reply, but seeing Dan Sirou’s eyes glistening, almost spilling tears, she faltered. “Dan Sirou, you’re not going to cry, are you?”

If you cry, I’ll ache for you.

Dan Sirou laughed quickly, shaking her head. “No. I’m just so happy. So surprised.”

Jiang He studied her closely, not missing a single expression.

Her smile was strained, but not tears.

Finally, it was over.

The ordeal had passed, and though the path was rough, the ending was good.

Jiang He breathed deeply. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll head back.”

“You’re leaving now?” Dan Sirou frowned, surprised.

“Today you really went out of your way for me.” She was unused to speaking warmly to Jiang He, her eyes darting shyly. “Don’t you want to rest here a while?”

“No.” Jiang He declined gently. “My grandfather keeps me on a tight leash. If I’m late, I’ll get punished.”

She invoked Jiang Bingtai, the ultimate excuse.

Dan Sirou remembered the slap that old man had given her at school. He was indeed strict. She didn’t press further.

“Then be careful on the way.” she said softly.