After Dating the President O, I Turned Into a Puppy-Like Lover - Chapter 6

Qingyu High School’s student dormitory complex consisted of four buildings—A, B, C, and D. Buildings A and B faced C and D across a narrow gap, with corridors running along the sides to connect them.

Wu Qing, a member of the Student Council’s Dormitory Management Committee, stood in the passageway between Buildings A and B, pacing back and forth in anxious circles. A water dispenser had been installed along the corridor, and students came and went to fetch hot water. Several greeted her warmly, but she had no mood to respond properly, returning their smiles with a stiff, perfunctory expression.

It wasn’t until she caught sight of a striking figure in a black coat emerging from the stairwell, her outline gradually coming into focus that a different emotion finally appeared on her face. Before the person even reached her, Wu Qing hurried forward.

“Dandan, why did it take you so long?” she asked.

Twenty minutes earlier, the president had told her she’d left something behind in the auditorium and needed to go back for it. She’d set off at a brisk pace, yet somehow had been gone far longer than expected.

“And why is your face so red?” Wu Qing added, concern rising as she took in Dan Sirou’s flushed cheeks and slightly listless demeanor. “Are you feeling unwell?”

The president was always punctual. For her to be delayed this long especially when she knew she had a task scheduled with Director Yu tonight was reason enough to worry about her health.

Wu Qing was a Beta, but she had some understanding of Omegas’ heat cycles.

And the president’s current state looked rather like that feverish flush.

Dan Sirou shook her head. “I ran into Teacher An on the way and got held up for a bit,” she said.

Whether it was because her breathing still hadn’t quite evened out after being marked by Jiang He, or because she’d exerted herself too much on the way back, her voice sounded unsteady.

Teacher An really had been an unexpected interruption and precisely because of that, she’d rushed the rest of the way, nearly jogging all the way here.

“Where’s Director Yu?” she asked, glancing around. She didn’t see him anywhere.

“He got here ages ago,” Wu Qing replied. “I told him you’d gone back to the auditorium to look for something, so we waited for a while. When you still hadn’t come back, he went over to Building D.”

Building D was closest to the auditorium. From its entrance, you could see the path leading there, anyone coming from that direction would be visible at a glance.

“Building D?” Dan Sirou’s expression changed sharply. “How long has he been gone?”

“About ten minutes, I think,” Wu Qing said, then asked, “Didn’t you run into Director Yu on your way back from the auditorium?”

Dan Sirou shook her head helplessly. “No.”

Of course she hadn’t.

Buildings A and B were closer to the auditorium, while C and D were nearer the small grove. She’d returned by way of the grove, so there was no chance of crossing paths with Director Yu. But Jiang He.

She’d specifically told Jiang He to go via Building D to avoid inspections and unnecessary trouble. Who would’ve thought that Director Yu, eager to meet up with her sooner, would head there first by sheer coincidence?

Dan Sirou didn’t have time to dwell on it. She turned and hurried downstairs toward Building D.

Wu Qing followed closely behind, assuming the president was worried that keeping Director Yu waiting too long might upset him. She found Dan Sirou’s reaction entirely understandable.

Dan Sirou’s willow-shaped brows knit tightly together as she strode forward, quickly leaving Wu Qing a full step behind.

Tonight, had been anything but calm.

Qingyu High had always enforced a strict curfew, and as Student Council president, she knew better than anyone how serious a violation could be. If Director Yu discovered Jiang He wandering around outside this late, there would certainly be an interrogation. Dan Sirou had approached Jiang He proactively to sign a contract partly because of the aloof, restrained impression Jiang He gave her, and partly because she felt an inexplicable trust in her character, a quiet certainty that she wouldn’t act recklessly.

But no one could be sure how reliable someone would be when an unexpected situation arose.

The upheaval in her family had made Dan Sirou far more cautious than before.

The only comfort now was that she hadn’t taken any chances before leaving. Not only had she sprayed herself with suppressant, she’d made sure Jiang He used plenty as well. By the time they parted, there was no trace of pheromones left.

Before long, she and Wu Qing finished climbing the stairs of Building C and reached the corridor between Buildings C and D.

The passageway was empty. From a distance, about ten meters away at the stairwell entrance of Building C, stood a middle-aged man with slicked-back black hair. Opposite him was another figure, mostly obscured—only the edge of their clothing visible.

Just that much was enough to make Dan Sirou’s heart tighten.

As expected.

She slowed her pace, took a deep breath, and schooled her expression back into calm composure before walking toward the pair.

“Why are you back so late?” Director Yu Youliang scolded in a low voice.

His voice was deep and authoritative, carrying weight even without being raised.

The girl facing him said nothing.

“Jiang He, Jiang He,” Yu Youliang continued, growing more agitated. “Your grandfather specifically asked me to keep a close eye on you. Why can’t you give people a little peace of mind?”

Yu Youliang and Jiang Bingtai had been close friends for many years. He paid special attention to Jiang He, worried that at her age she might be led astray.

Thinking of the recent spate of malicious Alpha-on-Omega marking incidents on and off campus, a sharp glint flashed behind the lenses on the bridge of his nose. “You wouldn’t happen to be—”

Realizing that such speculation might negatively affect the girl in front of him, he deliberately lowered his voice. “messing around with an Omega, would you?”

Jiang He: “……”

Jiang He met Director Yu’s stern gaze without flinching. “I’m not,” she said evenly.

Her naturally cold demeanor, her expression completely unchanged, lent an odd credibility to her words even though, at this very moment, she couldn’t say she was entirely innocent.

“Director Yu,” a clear, refined voice spoke up from behind them.

Both Jiang He and Yu Youliang turned to look.

Dan Sirou approached gracefully. As she’d slowed her steps earlier, her breathing and complexion had settled as well. With just a faint smile, she once again became the unflappable, widely respected Student Council president.

“I’m very sorry to have kept you waiting,” she said calmly. “I accidentally left the meeting room key in the auditorium, and it took some time to find it.”

“Oh, no problem, no problem,” Yu Youliang replied at once, his face breaking into a relieved smile at the sight of her.

He hadn’t been there long when he ran into Jiang He. Being worked up over her late return had muddled his sense of time.

“And this is?” Dan Sirou glanced at Jiang He. The two exchanged a brief, knowing look before she turned back to Yu Youliang, feigning confusion. “What’s going on?”

“Well, uh.” Yu Youliang hesitated, deliberately glossing over his earlier suspicions. “Breaking curfew on the very first day of term. I just happened to catch her.”

“Student Jiang told me she has a habit of night running,” Dan Sirou said lightly. “I was the one who approved her leave. I just didn’t expect her to be back this late.”

Yu Youliang trusted her greatly, but still couldn’t resist a word of caution. “Let it slide this time. Sirou, don’t approve just any leave request. Today one wants to go night running, tomorrow another wants to do the same—if everyone comes asking, it’ll be chaos.

“You used to have very good judgment with these things. I know that. Just be more careful next time, all right?”

Dan Sirou nodded.

Jiang He watched the exchange. In the tense atmosphere moments ago, when she’d nearly been reported to her grandfather, the corners of her lips now lifted unconsciously.

She was happy—happier than Kuang Wenqi would’ve been with a stack of a hundred leave slips.

Truth be told, even if Yu Youliang had informed her grandfather, it wouldn’t have mattered much. At worst, she’d get scolded and grounded. Her grandfather had raised her like an Alpha since she was young; she was long used to this sort of thing.

But this.

This was Dan Sirou’s protection.

“All right,” Yu Youliang said, bringing the matter to a close. “Go back to your dorm.”

Jiang He had already steadied her emotions. She nodded.

Her dorm was in Building C, she only needed to cross the passageway.

Before brushing past Dan Sirou, she cast her a lingering glance, like a little dog reluctant to part from its owner.

Dan Sirou noticed the look, but she didn’t let their eyes meet for long.

Inside her body, Jiang He’s pheromones churned and roared, loudly proclaiming their presence. The stronger that sensation became, the more she disliked it—so much so that she instinctively wanted to escape it.

And so, she deliberately shifted her gaze, avoiding Jiang He’s eyes.

When Jiang He returned to the dorm, it was a scene of raucous revelry.

There were only six people total, and she hadn’t even been there yet somehow it was unbelievably noisy.

Especially Zhou Yi. Knowing Jiang He preferred quiet, Zhou Yi fell silent the very second she saw her. But that respect lasted all of one second; the next moment, the dorm erupted in explosive laughter again.

Jiang He’s opposite bunkmate, Jiang Pei, teased, “Jiang He, you weren’t here just now, you have no idea what happened again when Zhou Yi and I came back.”

Zhou Yi protested, “Don’t say it, it’s so embarrassing.”

Jiang Pei refused to relent. “No, I’m saying it. Jiang He, Zhou Yi set her sights on another sweet little O today. That junior really was adorable, Zhou Yi ran straight up and asked for his WeChat.”

At that, Wu Kui, who was sitting on her bed doing her nails, let out a disdainful laugh. “What’s so fun about male Os? Girls are way cuter.”

The moment she spoke, the dorm fell silent for a beat.

Wu Kui had been quite the player since middle school—she was the most romantically experienced person in Room 207.

The rest of them were all armchair strategists, but when it came to this subject, she truly had stories to tell.

Sensing the awkwardness, Jiang Pei hurried to smooth things over. “Hey, hey, respect, respect. Male O or female O, they’re all the same. But that said, Zhou Yi, you really do seem to prefer boys a bit more.”

In Room 207, aside from Jiang He whose preferences were a mystery, the other three all leaned more toward female Os. The sole exception was Zhou Yi, whose objects of infatuation were always boys.

“That’s not true! I like everyone,” Zhou Yi retorted. “It’s just that the ones who make my heart flutter always happen to be juniors. But today, I even dreamed about a goddess.”

Jiang Pei exclaimed, “Oh my god, you even dream about it? You’re such a lovesick Alpha.”

Jiang He listened absentmindedly to their rambling chatter while quietly pulling a towel and toiletries from her wardrobe. At that moment, Wu Kui looked over in surprise. “Hey, Jiang He, didn’t you just shower at dinner time? Why are you going in again?”

“You’re not?” she began suggestively.

Jiang He turned her head, lifting her eyelids slightly. Without much thought, she borrowed the excuse Dan Sirou had just paved the way for. “I just finished running on the track.”

For no apparent reason, she’d been pushed into the center of dorm gossip.

“Is the moon rounder on the track or something?” Zhou Yi propped her index finger under her chin, striking a thoughtful pose. “No wonder you didn’t eat dinner. No way, I’m asking Xin Chun tomorrow whether she went on a romantic night run with you. And I want details. I need to know how you run to the point of showering multiple times a day.”

Jiang He: “……”

Right before heading into the bathroom, she shot Zhou Yi a chilly look. “Don’t ask her. Got it?”

“Yes, yes, please go wash up,” Zhou Yi replied agreeably.

Once Jiang He went in, there was little point in teasing her anymore with the main character absent. The dorm quickly switched topics.

“Anyway, let me tell you about the goddess I dreamed of,” Zhou Yi went on enthusiastically. “Her voice was so nice. After I woke up, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I grabbed my phone and listened to dozens of female voice actors on Zhiyin, but none of them felt the same.”

“In the dream, I was the passionate crown princess of the Fan Zhai Kingdom, and she was the aloof top courtesan of Shengxiang House.”

“That day, I invited her to go hunting. I accidentally fell from my horse, and who knew my top courtesan had mastered incredible martial arts somewhere. She leapt from her mount and caught me in her arms.”

Zhou Yi spoke with rapture, even acting out an exaggerated falling-from-a-horse pose. Unfortunately, she twisted her waist mid-performance.

“Ah this, this, this help, help! Someone pull me up!”

She staggered backward, nearly toppling over, and squeezed her eyes shut in anticipation of pain.

But the expected impact never came. Her waist was still bent, aching unbearably. She snapped her eyes open with a rustle and found herself staring into a pair of beautiful peach-blossom eyes.

Just like the goddess from her dream.

Those long lashes fluttered once, red lips parting slightly as she said, “Be more careful when you practice martial arts next time.”

With that, she exerted a bit of strength and pushed the light-as-a-feather Alpha upright again.

Zhou Yi clutched her nearly broken waist, grinning shamelessly. “President.”

“How is it that there are only five people in your dorm?” Yu Youliang ignored their noisy antics. His deep voice instantly pressed down on everyone like a weight.

“Jiang He went to shower,” Wu Kui replied.

At the mention of showering, Dan Sirou calmly glanced through the blinds toward the tightly closed bathroom door, a subtle glint flashing in her eyes.

“Check your electrical appliances,” Yu Youliang said. “If anyone is using high-powered devices, you’re welcome to report it anonymously to the Student Council.”

A sharp light gleamed off his lenses as he swept a severe gaze over the girls.

The room fell silent at once.

That was actually a great idea.

If someone got exposed—well, hehe.

They started with the bed nearest the door. Zhou Yi finished her check first, her eyes anxiously tracking the inspectors’ movements.

She was certain the boss didn’t have any high-powered appliances, she knew that much, because on move-in day, she’d ridden over in the Jiang family’s car.

Dan Sirou scanned desk after desk. When she reached Jiang He’s, she noticed something and narrowed her eyes slightly.

It wasn’t an appliance.

It was something she was extremely familiar with.

She picked it up to take a look. Zhou Yi leaned in as well, examining it curiously. “Huh? Is this the boss’s? I thought she didn’t like using this kind of thing.”

Hearing that, Dan Sirou became even more certain.

It was the elastic hair tie she’d lost at home—the one that disappeared after Jiang He had asked her to let her hair down that day.