After Dating the President O, I Turned Into a Puppy-Like Lover - Chapter 7

Early the next morning.

It was only the second day of school, yet despite the blaring morning bell echoing through every corner of campus, plenty of students still dragged their feet and ended up late.

Jiang He herself wasn’t the problem. She and Xu Yiran had been completely dragged down by Zhou Yi.

The three of them blended into the small crowd of latecomers, rushing from the dorms toward the teaching building. The school, clearly accustomed to this kind of rule-breaking, had already stationed members of the Student Council at the entrance.

They’d caught wave after wave of offenders—so many that they could barely keep up with writing down names.

Just as Jiang He and the others finished registering, another group arrived.

A few fast runners tried to slip past the Student Council members, but were stopped anyway. One unlucky straggler managed to slip through—only to crash straight into Zhou Yi, who had just finished signing in and was about to head inside. The momentum was too strong to stop in time.

Zhou Yi inwardly cursed her luck as she staggered back.

At that exact moment, the door to the security office opened.

She was caught by a warm palm.

Even through a layer of fabric, the gentleness of that hand was unmistakable.

A jolt like electricity ran up Zhou Yi’s spine, shooting straight to her brain.

Dan Sirou had, once again, coincidentally caught a falling Alpha. But her gaze didn’t linger on Zhou Yi—instead, it collided unexpectedly with Jiang He’s.

For a brief moment, they forgot about the crowd around them, standing frozen as the quiet gaze lingered.

Dan Sirou still wasn’t used to interacting with Jiang He outside the bounds of their agreement. With others, she could remain calm and open but not with Jiang He. There was a pheromonal bond between them, and if it was allowed to ferment, who knew what might happen?

She was a rational person. She refused to let herself become emotionally controlled by anyone.

So, she looked away and focused instead on the Alpha in front of her.

Zhou Yi had just regained her balance. The moment she caught that familiar, clean fragrance, she knew exactly who had caught her—identical to the scent from the night before. Excitement surged through her as she whipped around.

Her eyes sparkled.

Just as she thought!

“Hehe, President! What a coincidence! Running into you again so early and getting caught by you again, too!” Zhou Yi grinned, dimples appearing as her eyes curved into crescents.

She was an Alpha, yet somehow didn’t make Dan Sirou feel uncomfortable at all.

Perhaps she was in a good mood, or perhaps Zhou Yi had amused her, either way, Dan Sirou’s voice softened noticeably.

“I’d really rather not keep running into you this early in the morning,” she said gently. “Next time, I’ll have to escort you straight to the Academic Affairs Office.”

A faint smile surfaced between her brows. Her eyes curved like crescent moons, the aegyo-sal beneath them especially captivating—gentle as a spring breeze.

From Zhou Yi’s angle, she couldn’t see her clearly.

But someone else could.

An iceberg meeting a glimmer of light, slowly melting bit by bit.

Dan Sirou suddenly realized she’d been holding onto the Alpha for far too long. Snapping back to her senses, she reined in her smile and tried to push Zhou Yi away.

But Zhou Yi clung stubbornly, like sticky glue—heavy, unmovable.

Dan Sirou’s brows gradually knitted together.

In the next instant, Jiang He yanked Zhou Yi away without mercy, pulling her to her own side. Her gaze turned icy without her realizing it.

Zhou Yi kept grinning all the way.

“Oh my god, Boss, you have no idea how good the President smells.”

“Help, I’m dying. How did I only realize now that she’s literally my ideal type?”

“The goddess from my dreams—has to be her.”

Jiang He: “……”

Xu Yiran brought her back to reality with a single sentence.

“Wake up. I suggest you check what number you’re actually ranked at.”

Zhou Yi puffed up with blind confidence.

“They’re them. I’m me. Don’t worry, I’ll definitely chase down the President!”

“You’re going after Dan Sirou?” Jiang He’s cold eyes finally rippled with the faintest trace of emotion. The moment she spoke, the overly enthusiastic mood dropped several degrees.

Zhou Yi nodded vigorously, eyes sparkling.

“But,” Jiang He said slowly, “she’s the Student Council President and you’re on her blacklist every single day.”

“It’s fine. I can change.”

“She spends most of her time in the office. You won’t even get many chances to see her.”

“Then I’ll apply to join the Student Council!”

“She’s an S-rank Omega. Can you withstand her pheromones?”

“If I can, I’d be honored to be crushed by her pheromones!”

Jiang He lowered her eyes, completely at a loss for words.

After a pause, her gaze flickered unnaturally.

“Then what if she’s already been marked? Would you mind?”

Zhou Yi didn’t follow her line of thought at all, replying innocently,

“Who? How could that be?”

In her mind, someone as pure and untouchable as the President would never casually accept a mark. She found Jiang He’s hypothetical boring and answered half-seriously, half-dismissively:

“Fine, if she’s already been marked, then so be it. What’s the problem? If it was by someone she loves, I’ll respect and bless them. But if it was by someone she doesn’t—sorry, I’m stealing her back.”

Jiang He was left completely speechless by her persistence. She lifted her eyes, her expression calm to the point of being unreadable.

“Then go chase her,” she said, unconsciously walking ahead alone.

By Thursday, Zhou Yi still hadn’t done anything practical. Instead, she enthusiastically drafted a detailed “Goddess-Chasing Plan” and even had Xu Yiran help review it. Everything was ready, she just needed a way into the Student Council.

After first period, Zhou Yi went to the restroom. On her way back, she ran into a graceful figure.

The girl had her long hair tied neatly, and simply standing there made the plainly decorated corridor glow.

Duan Xinchun smiled sweetly, her eyes shimmering—pure and clear, like something out of a travel documentary.

“Xiao Zhou,” she greeted, as she usually did.

Zhou Yi stopped, scratching the back of her head with a grin.

“Hey, beautiful Xinchun! You’re here for Boss, right? I’ll go get her.”

Xinchun nodded. “Okay, thank you.”

Zhou Yi practically ran back into the classroom.

“Boss! Your fiancée is here!”

Her voice wasn’t loud but it struck Jiang He’s ears sharply, filling her with inexplicable irritation. She shot Zhou Yi a glance but couldn’t quite explain why she felt unsettled.

Anyone close to Jiang He knew about her relationship with Duan Xinchun.

Her grandfather and Xinchun’s grandfather had been close comrades in their youth. Later, both started families and when Jiang He and Duan Xinchun were born in the same year, the elders casually arranged a childhood engagement.

As Jiang He grew older, her family stopped emphasizing it, and she never raised objections. They were still young, school came first and her relationship with Xinchun remained the same as ever.

“What’s up?” Jiang He asked.

“Are you free Saturday night?” Xinchun said. “Your grandfather is coming to my place this week. My grandpa said you should come too.”

Jiang He nodded. “Mm.”

She looked half-asleep, showing little interest. Afraid she’d misunderstood, Xinchun hurried to add, “Don’t get the wrong idea, if you don’t want to come, I’ll talk to Grandpa Jiang and tell him not to pressure you.”

“It’s fine,” Jiang He replied calmly. “I can go. Haven’t I gone plenty of times before?”

Duan Xinchun finally let out a genuine smile.

“Alright, then I’ll wait for you.”

Jiang He smiled faintly in return, the corners of her lips lifting ever so slightly.

Her usual expressionless demeanor made this simple smile seem like a glacier slowly melting, a quiet stream seeping into Duan Xinchun’s heart.

Saturday evening.

The voices of Jiang Bingtai and Duan Zhongyi, two old men resounded across the dinner table.

It was a family gathering, and besides the four of them, many other relatives from the Duan family were present.

After a few drinks, someone brought up school matters. Duan Zhongyi said, “Xinchun, you and Jiang He aren’t in the same class yet? Who arranged that?”

His deep voice carried displeasure. Jiang Bingtai nodded in agreement.

“I think we should ask your teacher to switch classes next week. Jiang He, you can go to Xinchun’s class. Xinchun’s personality is warm; if you go to her class, you’ll have to adjust to the new environment.”

Jiang He pressed her lips together, saying nothing.Duan Xinchun quickly refused.

“No need, Grandpa!”

“I think it’s fine the way it is. We can see each other anytime, since the distance isn’t far. If we were in the same class, we’d be distracted and not focus on studying. School should come first,” she said, glancing at Jiang He with a hopeful expression. “Right, Jiang He?”

“Mm.” Jiang He took a sip of juice, her response neutral and calm.

Jiang Bingtai stroked his thick white beard thoughtfully, seemingly approving of Duan Xinchun’s words.

Finally, the two old men relaxed. Jiang He, however, felt a flicker of resentment at how easily they could manipulate other people’s lives, and with a slight furrow of her brows, said,

“I think I’ll go get some fresh air.”

Jiang Bingtai watched her, both stern and filled with grandfatherly concern.

“Don’t wander off too far. Come back early.”

“Mm.” Jiang He nodded.

As she stepped out of the Duan family courtyard, shaking off the noisy chatter behind her, the sound of quick footsteps followed. She turned and saw Duan Xinchun, who always paid attention to her mood, walking alongside.

“Jiang He,” she said with a sweet smile, “I came too.”

Jiang He smiled faintly in return.

It was no wonder Zhou Yi and the others often teased her about her relationship with Duan Xinchun.

Jiang He actually felt something special for Duan Xinchun, her smile, her patience, these she would offer wholeheartedly to such a wonderful girl. Because she knew Duan Xinchun had always been good to her, and she didn’t want to betray anyone who treated her kindly. Some feelings couldn’t always be expressed in words, but she understood them perfectly in her heart.

“I,” Jiang He looked up at the bright moon above. Tonight, the night sky was particularly beautiful, evoking a rare, different feeling. Only now could she speak with such honesty.

“I’ve already found someone to help me treat that illness.”

Duan Xinchun: “…”

Duan Xinchun’s joyous mood faltered instantly.

For a moment, she didn’t know how to respond.

She knew all too well what treatment involved. Though she wanted to feel happy for Jiang He, a wave of bittersweetness churned up from her chest.

“That’s really wonderful,” she finally said, choosing to be happy for her friend.

“So, Jiang He has already.”

“Yes.” Jiang He nodded immediately, fully aware of what Duan Xinchun was about to ask.

“Did you find this person yourself, or did Grandpa Jiang help?” Duan Xinchun blurted out, then immediately felt she might have been too forward, softening her tone.

“Sorry, I’m asking too much.”

“It’s fine,” Jiang He said with understanding.

Duan Xinchun had worried endlessly over Jiang He’s illness before. It was only natural for Jiang He to update her on the latest developments; a few questions from her friend were nothing to quibble over.

“Are they also someone from Dongcheng?” Duan Xinchun asked cautiously.

“Sorry, I can’t say.” Jiang He remembered clearly Dan Sirou’s instructions: no one could be told. Even without that formal agreement, she would keep the secret.

S-rank Omegas were extremely rare in Dongcheng. If Jiang He revealed anything, someone could trace it at any time. She wouldn’t put Dan Sirou in such a position.

“Oh.” Duan Xinchun gradually realized Jiang He’s boundaries. She held back, despite having countless questions; she knew asking recklessly would cross the comfortable distance between them.

If that line was crossed, their relationship might never return to normal. Maintaining this ordinary friendship allowed for a slow, long journey ahead.

There was only one question that mattered, one that summed up all her doubts.

“So Jiang He, do you think you’ll like her?”

Under the moonlight, the girl gazed earnestly at the tall young woman, truly hoping for an answer.

Jiang He clenched her hands. Duan Xinchun’s question left her momentarily at a loss.

It wasn’t that she liked Dan Sirou to the point of obsession, otherwise she wouldn’t have stood by indifferently while her friend pursued the girl she liked. But it wasn’t that she had no feelings at all; she always found herself stealing glances at her in the crowd.

In the past, bad memories had made her cruel, teasing her deliberately, trying to make her angry. But if Dan Sirou truly became upset, Jiang He would panic.

Her feelings toward Dan Sirou were a complex mix, hard to decipher even to herself.

Right now, she couldn’t quite grasp her own heart.

“I don’t know,” Jiang He said, lowering her head.