Rescuing the Villainous Boss with a Little Dirty Master

Back in his seat, Qi Lan saw the little brat already nestled in the empty seat next to him. Qi Lan breathed a sigh of relief; at least he wasn't sitting on his lap again.

From the moment Qi Lan returned, Jiang Heng rested her chin on her hand and looked him up and down, finally fixing her gaze on his eyes. Even after he sat down again, Jiang Heng didn't notice anything amiss.

"Hey, I don't believe it."

Just as Jiang Heng was about to test him further, she saw Qi Lan close his eyes and rest.

Jiang Heng: "???"

Jiang Heng raised her hand and brushed his hair aside, then blew on his eyelashes, making his thick, long eyelashes tremble slightly, but Qi Lan did not react.

Jiang Heng eventually got bored, sat up straight, and stopped playing.

Beside him, Qi Lan's forehead twitched slightly. This brat was really too naughty, as if he was afraid that others would not know he existed. Wasn't he afraid that he would find a Taoist priest to subdue him? He had no vigilance at all.

He pretended to be asleep the whole way until they got off the plane. Qi Lan stood up and noticed that the little devil was still curled up in his chair with his eyes closed and not moving. He straightened his cuffs and walked towards the exit without lingering.

Sure enough, a cold sensation suddenly pressed against my back.

Qi Lan's lips curled into a slight smile, which quickly disappeared.

"Third Master, shall we return to the main house now?"

Wang Zheng didn't go with them on this trip. When he saw Qi Lan at the exit, he quickly went to greet him. His expression was unusually serious, but since this was the first time Jiang Heng had met him, she didn't think anything was wrong.

"Well, come back."

First, I need to figure out what this kid's intentions are. If he wants to harm me, being at home would be the best opportunity to strike.

Meanwhile, the main residence of the Qi family had already been prepared in advance. Once this ghost harbored evil intentions, it would be the moment his soul was scattered.

The black van drove smoothly on the road. Qi Lan leaned back in the back seat, listening with furrowed brows as Wang Zheng reported on the work of the past few days.

"The right to use Xinhai Port has been approved, and subsequent matters are already in the preparatory stage..."

Xinhai Port? Upon hearing this name, Jiang Heng gripped the back of Wang's seat with both hands and leaned forward to see the tablet in his hand.

Qi Lan raised an eyebrow when she saw that half of his body was leaning into the front seat, interrupting Wang Zheng.

"Send me the document, I'll look at it when I get back."

With that, he pressed a button on the armrest, and the barrier slowly rose. A few seconds later, looking at the little devil with half his body stuck outside the barrier, Qi Lan's forehead twitched violently.

Failed.

Staring at his exposed waist, his clothes had slipped up slightly due to his forward lean, revealing a beautifully curved area with just the right amount of indentation and undulation.

Qi Lan withdrew his hand from the button and rested his forehead on his hand, admiring the scenery before him. He had brought this ghost all this way back; what harm was there in taking a look?

Jiang Heng was still leaning forward, carefully studying the content on the tablet, completely unaware of her terrible posture.

"Tongtong, is that Xinhai Port the port where the Jiang family framed Qi Lan?"

"Yes, that's right!"

886 checked and confirmed it was indeed the port where the incident occurred. Jiang Heng looked at the time marked next to the map; there were still at least two months before it was officially put into use, so there was still time.

After Wang Zheng put away the tablet, Jiang Heng stepped back into the back seat, but accidentally bumped his butt on something, causing him to slump and fall sideways onto the seat.

"???"

Looking back at the knee that had bumped into him, he wondered if Qi Lan had been sitting there. He sat up straight again, shifting a few feet to the other side, completely oblivious to the smile that flashed in Qi Lan's eyes.

He's still just a stupid idiot.

When they returned to the main house, all the servants had retreated to the small building in the backyard, and they were specifically instructed not to come to the front without being summoned.

After getting out of the car, Wang Zheng followed Qi Lan into the house, but was stopped.

"Go back, come back tomorrow morning."

"Third Master..."

Wang Zheng wanted to say something more, but seeing Qi Lan's somber expression, he lowered his head, nodded, and turned to leave. As the door closed behind him, Wang Zheng glanced back, his eyes filled with worry.

The moment Jiang Heng stepped into the entryway, he felt a sense of oppression. It wasn't unbearable, but it did make him somewhat uncomfortable. He followed Qi Lan into the house, glanced around casually, and then stopped.

"Tongtong, Qi Lan's house actually has a feng shui layout to ward off evil spirits. She's so young, yet she believes in feng shui?"

"Perhaps business people all believe in this to some extent. Will this belief affect the host?"

"There is a little, but it shouldn't be a big problem."

Jiang Heng tentatively took another step inside. Qi Lan paused in his pouring of water, and seeing the little brat's cautious manner, his expression turned somewhat unpleasant. For some reason, he couldn't stand seeing such an expression on the other person's face.

He walked back to the living room with his water glass, glanced at the layout of the room, comparing it to how it looked before he left, picked up a small ornament from the cabinet, and sat back on the sofa to play with it casually.

In an instant, the oppressive feeling emanating from Jiang Heng disappeared. He swiftly floated to Qi Lan's side and sat down, looking at the ornament in Qi Lan's hand with a somewhat troubled expression.

"Why did you move these things around like that? You've ruined the layout of this room!"

If he can exist as a ghost, there are bound to be other ghosts in this world. If he were targeted by a vengeful ghost, the layout of this house could still protect Qi Lan. But now it has been destroyed so easily.

This kid actually knows about feng shui?

Qi Lan glanced at the jade ornament a couple more times, then casually tossed it aside. The jade struck the coffee table with a crisp sound. Jiang Heng hurried over to check it, then looked back at Qi Lan with a helpless expression.

"It's broken, it's useless now."

Qi Lan pretended not to hear, opened the notebook that was placed aside, and began to look at the information that Wang Zheng had sent him.

Jiang Heng watched for a while, then stood up. Although he wasn't sure if Qi Lan could see him, he still spoke up.

"I want to wander around."

The sound of her fingertips tapping on the keyboard never stopped. After another failed attempt, Jiang Heng pouted and wandered off to another place.

Feeling the gloom in the living room completely disappear, Qi Lan paused slightly, chuckled softly, and murmured, "Quite obedient."

Jiang Heng had already passed through the French windows and sat on a lounge chair in the garden. It was already evening when they landed, and now the moonlight was bright. He felt extremely comfortable, as if his soul had become more solid.

"Tongtong, how can I make myself visible to him? He really can't see me."

886 was also stroking its chin in thought. Looking at Jiang Heng's translucent soul, it hesitated and said, "Could it be because the host's power is too weak?"

Jiang Heng examined his hands; they were too weak... Thinking of the attraction Qi Lan's aura had drawn to him, he glanced back at the man still working in the living room, and the next second he appeared on the sofa.

He slowly shifted his body until his arm touched Qi Lan's. He smelled that fragrance again, his Adam's apple bobbing. He reached up and hooked his arm around Qi Lan's neck, his voice carrying a hint of negotiation.

"I'll just take a tiny breath of yang energy."

Qi Lan's gaze sharpened, and he was about to get up when he was frozen in place by the cold, damp touch on his neck. The trembling sensation, as if his soul had been gently caressed, made him clench his fists. Jiang Heng, however, was completely oblivious to his strange behavior because she was absorbed in the yang energy and her eyes were filled with intoxication.

Jiang Heng kept his word, taking only a small lick before stepping back, as he wasn't sure if it would affect Qi Lan.

Qi Lan raised her hand to touch the patch of skin that had been licked, then returned to her work, only this time with a slightly heavier touch on her fingertips as she typed on the keyboard.