Rescuing the Villainous Boss with a Little Dirty Master

The door to the private room opened, revealing only a few spectators leaning against the railing listening to the opera and waiters coming and going to serve tea in the corridor. Dong Tinglan paused slightly, then turned and headed towards the stairs.

Jiang Heng didn't appreciate opera, so he simply went out to buy some snacks. He had come by hitching a ride in Jiang Mo's carriage today and hadn't brought any of his own people. He was carrying food in both hands and showing off a candied hawthorn as he went upstairs.

He saw two people walking downstairs. When they were two steps apart, he tried to step aside, but the steps were too narrow. He missed a step and was about to fall down.

A strong hand grabbed his arm and pulled him back. Perhaps the force was too great, because it pulled him into its embrace. He felt a rapid heartbeat as their bodies pressed together, and for a moment he didn't know whose heart it was.

"This person is still worth keeping."

Jiang Heng was smug in his mind. 886 had reminded him that Dong Tinglan had come downstairs when he entered the room. He pretended to fall down to see how the person who had wanted to kill him last night would treat him today, now that he had a different appearance.

Even if the other party didn't care, Jiang Heng could guarantee he'd be fine, since the essence of faking a fall lies in finding the right angle. But if that were the case, he wouldn't bother trying to seduce the other party; he didn't care. Nevertheless, the ending was still quite satisfactory.

Jiang Heng looked startled, clutching the person's collar tightly, and casually brushed against his chest muscles. "Seriously? It feels amazing! I want to bury it!"

Startled by Jiang Heng's near fall, Dong Tinglan didn't notice the other's subtle movement. He restrained himself, removed his hand from the other's waist, and asked in a low voice, "Young Master, are you alright?"

Jiang Heng raised her head, her eyelashes trembling, as if she had been quite frightened. "It's alright, thanks to you for saving me."

He looked down at the pastries that had fallen on the ground and muttered a complaint, "I bought these from far away on an empty stomach."

The little bit of red syrup stuck to the corner of his mouth made him look incredibly pitiful.

Even Mo Wu, who is known for his cold-heartedness, couldn't bear to see it. "Shall we go buy you another one?"

Jiang Heng looked at the person who spoke. Was this the person Dong Tinglan met today?

886 stepped in at the right moment to explain, "This person is called Mo Wu. He was the former deputy commander of the Black Armor Guard in Dongli and the son of the former Grand Commandant. He was supposed to be secretly executed, but he was saved by the villain and became a great help to the villain. Later, due to differences in their ideals, he broke up with the villain and the two parted ways."

But in the end, he was the one who collected the villain's corpse. "There's no more specific information. The original world's plot was mostly about the protagonists being the dominant one and the submissive one, and Dong Tinglan, as the villain, didn't get much screen time, let alone the people around him."

Jiang Heng understood. He looked at Mo Wu, didn't answer, but subtly touched his stomach, then gave a shy smile, "No need..."

"Come eat with us, we were just about to go eat too, consider it an apology."

Before Jiang Heng could finish speaking, Dong Tinglan interrupted him. Although Jiang Heng's gesture was very small, and others might have thought he was just smoothing his clothes, Dong Tinglan's observational skills were astonishing.

The young prince must be starving by now. He's not in good health to begin with, so instead of waiting for someone to buy it, we should take him out to fill his stomach now.

Mo Wu was shocked and puzzled. There was something wrong, definitely something wrong. But now was not the right time to ask questions, so he nodded, tacitly agreeing with Dong Tinglan's explanation.

The young prince, having succeeded in his wicked scheme, grinned sincerely, "Then I won't be polite."

When the three of them entered the restaurant that Jiang Heng had taken Dong Tinglan to a few days ago, Dong Tinglan realized what was happening and frowned. Wasn't this young master a bit too carefree? How could he just go with strangers like that? And he didn't even bring a single guard with him today?

From the moment Jiang Heng almost fell down the stairs to the moment she got a free meal, 886 was completely stunned. Its host was too clever; how could she not have the big villain hooked?

Looking at the dishes on the table, all of which were her favorites from the other day, Jiang Heng exclaimed with delight, "Our tastes are so similar!"

886 shouted in Jiang Heng's mind: "He loves it so much!" All the couples that she ships are real!

After eating and drinking her fill, Jiang Heng patted her stomach and smiled brightly, "Thank you for the treat!"

He didn't ask Dong Tinglan and the other person about their current identities, so they wouldn't have to make up excuses to fool him. Today, he was being considerate to Xiao Jiang.

As early as when they entered the restaurant, Dong Tinglan had asked the owner to help hire a carriage, for the same reason: to apologize to Jiang Heng.

He was watching Jiang Heng board the carriage. As the carriage left, he was about to leave when he almost bumped into Mo Wu, who was standing behind him with his arms crossed.

"What's wrong with you?"

Dong Tinglan coldly rebuked him. She had told him to wait for her at the restaurant, but he had followed her.

Mo Wu is most skilled in concealment; if he doesn't deliberately expose himself, it would be difficult for ordinary people to find him.

"Something's not right with you. Do you know him?"

Mo Wu frowned at him. This man couldn't possibly be so kind, offering to treat him to a meal and hire a carriage. It would be more believable if the coachman were an assassin he had hired. But clearly, he was just an ordinary coachman.

"The heir of the Marquis of Zhongyong's mansion."

Aside from that, Dong Tinglan didn't offer any further explanation. He simply treated him as a passerby in Jiang Heng's life, and it was normal for a stranger to occasionally show kindness.

Seeing that he was unwilling to talk more, Mo Wu did not press him further. If a person didn't want to talk about something, no one could pry it out of him. As long as it didn't affect what they were doing, he wouldn't delve into it.

Meanwhile, at the opera house, the Third Prince, not seeing Jiang Heng return to her private room, sent someone out to look for her, only to learn that she had already left with two other people. The Third Prince was furious; this was utterly disrespectful to a prince like himself.

Jiang Mo looked at the expression on his face and could tell that the other party was dissatisfied with Jiang Heng. A hint of sarcasm flashed across her face. So, what you don't have is just an illusion; only what you hold in your hand is truly yours.

"Xiao Heng was frail from childhood; the doctor said he might not live to see twenty..."

Jiang Mo suddenly stopped, as if realizing he had said something he shouldn't have, and quickly bowed, "I apologize to Your Highness on his behalf. I hope Your Highness will forgive him this time, considering his poor health."

What does it mean to "not survive past the age of twenty"?

The Third Prince wouldn't allow him to get away with it, and the others looked at him thoughtfully.

“This is Xiaoheng’s private matter, and it is also a secret of the Marquis’s mansion. As his elder brother, I should not bring it up.”

Jiang Mo pretended to be in a dilemma, "But Your Highness is, after all, of noble birth, and perhaps you can find a glimmer of hope for Xiao Heng."

After saying this, Jiang Mo was about to kneel down to beg for a favor, but was stopped by the Third Prince.

The Third Prince's mind raced for a moment. "Tell me about Xiao Heng's situation first, and I'll see if there's anything I can do."

"Here's the thing..."

"Host, host, Jiang Mo is spreading rumors that you're about to die!"

In the backyard of the Marquis of Zhongyong's residence, Jiang Heng was lazily lounging in a rattan chair, basking in the sun. Upon hearing 886's complaint, Jiang Heng asked in confusion, "Who? Who is going to die?"

886 relayed Jiang Mo's words to Jiang Heng in their entirety, and Jiang Heng was so angry that she swung her limbs and threw a series of punches.

886: To be honest, its host seems like a little turtle that can't get over itself, but it's definitely the cutest one.

"Why does this little wall lamp always resort to such disgusting tricks!"

Not to mention that his biological father was the right-hand man of the Marquis of Zhongyong, and was a man of unyielding integrity who had followed the Marquis of Zhongyong into battle.

Take, for example, the Marquis and his wife who raised him for over a decade. They treated him with utmost care and guidance. So how did he grow into the despicable person he is today, only capable of resorting to crooked and evil ways?

Jiang Heng realized that Jiang Mo was planning to first instill in others the idea that his apparent improvement was only due to the use of strong medicine, and that he was actually at his limit.

If he were to actually kill himself or poison himself, people would only remember that the young master of the Marquis of Zhongyong's mansion had been ill for so many years and ultimately couldn't make it. Even the Marquis of Zhongyong's parents might not suspect anything.

"Host, what should we do? Just let him spread rumors?" 886 was so angry in the consciousness space that his fluffy white fur stood on end.

Jiang Heng's thoughts drifted for a moment: What a huge dandelion. When will he finally get to pet it?

“He’s blocked all my avenues to prove I’m healthy. No matter what I do or say now, people will assume I’ve really taken some strong medicine.” Jiang Heng frowned and pondered for a moment. “I know how to deal with him.”

Under 886's persistent questioning, Jiang Heng roughly explained her plan, but first she needed to go find her mother to sow discord between Jiang Mo and Jiang Heng, making it seem like no one knew how to do that.