Rescuing the Villainous Boss with a Little Dirty Master

As Jiang Heng passed through the door in the room on the second floor, she met Qi Lan's gaze, which was filled with dissatisfaction.

"Where did you go?"

Jiang Heng glanced at his expression, then floated over and sat in his lap.

"I'll just wander around downstairs. If I'd known you'd wake up so soon, I would have waited for you to come with me."

Qi Lan reached out and put her arm around his waist, leaning back on the sofa, her fingertips lightly touching his lower back. "I'll have someone send you some clothes."

Jiang Heng knew that she had been appeased.

Sure enough, even with a different body and no memories of the previous world, this person still wanted to see themselves first thing when they woke up.

Jiang Heng pretended to float away, but was firmly held in place.

Why didn't you say thank you?

"Then... thank you?"

Looking into his calm gaze, Jiang Heng leaned closer and whispered, "I want to wait until it gets dark before I absorb yang energy."

After saying that, she cupped Qi Lan's face and kissed him twice on the cheek.

Qi Lan glanced at the sky outside, which was just beginning to brighten, and frowned.

Is there some special significance to it?

Previously on the snow mountain, Jiang Heng had stayed in the shade the whole time, and when they came down the mountain together, they were never exposed to the sun. He guessed that ghosts should not be exposed to the sun.

Does that mean you can only absorb yang energy at night?

"I just got up and don't want to lie back down so soon."

He needs a while to recover after taking a single breath of yang energy; if he takes too much, he'll become disoriented. He can't take any more during the day, otherwise half a day will pass too quickly.

"Then I won't lie down."

Before Jiang Heng could reply, he pressed the back of her head and kissed her. The vibrant yang energy flooded her mouth, nourishing every inch of her soul. The trembling sensation in her soul was incredibly intoxicating, and Jiang Heng quickly succumbed to it.

Sensing his response, Qi Lan's eyes darkened slightly, and she pressed him down onto the sofa.

Suddenly, his expression froze; something was blocking his way. The hand around Jiang Heng's waist moved slightly down, as if to confirm.

The moment they touched, Jiang Heng's body trembled even more violently, and her arms around Qi Lan's neck tightened.

Qi Lan was certain that the other party hadn't acted like that last night.

He rolled over and pulled her into his arms, sitting down. Seeing Jiang Heng's hazy eyes, he lowered his head, lifted the hem of his shirt, and let out a few soft laughs.

He pointed at Xiao Jiangheng and said casually, "You're a little lecher too."

Jiang Heng tugged at her hem to cover herself and buried her face in his shoulder.

Do souls have temperature? Otherwise, why does he feel like he's about to smoke?

886 emerged from the dark room with suspicion. If it wasn't mistaken, it had only been inside for a few minutes before coming out. What could it have done in just a few minutes?

Qi Lan picked up the phone on the table, lifted Jiang Heng with one hand, and made a call to Wang Zheng with the other.

"Third Master!"

The moment he received the call, Wang Zheng breathed a sigh of relief. They had finally contacted him; otherwise, he would have almost barged in with his men to investigate.

"Send over the latest styles from the brands I usually wear that are suitable for young men. I've sent the sizes to your phone."

"Huh? Good, good."

Looking at the latest message on his phone, Wang Zheng's confusion deepened. Why the sudden need to buy clothes? Who were they for? When did Third Master meet this young man?

In the living room, Qi Lan was carefully observing Jiang Heng's soul state. It was indeed much more solid than when they first met in the snow mountain. If others could see him, they would probably only think that he was a person with a slightly pale face.

He bent down and ruffled Jiang Heng's hair, his voice seductive, "Want to absorb some more yang energy?"

Jiang Heng darted to a corner of the living room in a flash, at least eight meters away from Qi Lan.

"I'm not inhaling anymore, I can't inhale any more."

Qi Lan could only give a regretful "hmm".

What are the benefits of absorbing yang energy for you?

When Jiang Heng heard him ask, she raised her hand and waved it at him. "Look, don't I look more human than before?" Afraid that the other party would misunderstand, he quickly added, "Absorbing yang energy can help me recover my lost soul power, and then I will be able to condense a physical body."

Jiang Heng thought the other party would be happy to hear that he could condense a physical form, but unexpectedly, his attention was elsewhere.

"Lost soul power?"

"Hmm." Jiang Heng floated back again. "Do you still remember that stone tablet on the snow mountain? From the moment I died on the snow mountain, that thing has trapped me and is consuming my soul power every day. If you don't find me, I will really be scattered to the winds."

As Jiang Heng spoke, Qi Lan's expression grew increasingly grim. When he heard the words "soul scattered," his face instantly darkened.

He couldn't help but feel relieved; thankfully, he had that dream, and thankfully, he chose to investigate it himself.

"Who killed you?"

Without a doubt, Qi Lan was certain that Jiang Heng had been murdered. It was that person who trapped him in the snowy mountain, not only killing him but also trying to make his soul disappear. It was utterly vicious.

Do you know Jiang Yuan'an? He's my father.

Qi Lan was stunned for a moment, seemingly not reacting. After a long while, he spoke in a hoarse voice, "Your father, harmed you?"

He instinctively pulled Jiang Heng into his arms and gently patted his back.

Jiang Heng clutched the clothes around his waist, feeling somewhat sad, unsure whether she was sad for the original owner of the body or for herself because she had absorbed the memories.

"I don't know why he wanted to kill me, I want an answer."

Based on the original owner's memories, Jiang Heng told Qi Lan about what happened back then in detail. Firstly, he really wanted to use Qi Lan's help to investigate the truth, and secondly, he wanted to remind him that Jiang Yuan'an was no good.

If someone can be so cruel as to harm their own pampered son, then you have to be wary of them if you can't avoid them.

The original storyline didn't explain why Qi Lan suddenly targeted the Jiang family, and Qi Lan's death was too sudden. Connecting this to the formation that trapped her, Jiang Heng suspected that the other party had used supernatural forces.

Qi Lan also needs to prepare for this as soon as possible.

"Okay, I'll check for you."

Qi Lan listened attentively to Jiang Heng's words, then looked down at the person leaning against her chest. Her gentle patting motion was still tender, but her expression was completely different.

Jiang Yuan'an, the Jiang family.

The Jiang family recently proposed a project to collaborate with the Qi family, and the project had already entered the approval stage. Now it seems that this collaboration can be cancelled.

With a light tap of the fingertip on the phone screen, several messages were sent in quick succession.

Not long after, the Qi family project team received a notice that the Jiang family's cooperation plan was temporarily put on hold.

Zhang Yi was tasked with investigating Jiang Yuan'an's family and the specific circumstances surrounding Jiang Heng's death, including the Jiang family's reactions before and after the incident.

The next second, Zhang Yi's reply sent a chill down the spines of both Qi Lan and Jiang Heng.

"Are you sure you want to investigate Jiang Yuan'an's son? But his son isn't dead."

Jiang Heng read the message again, stared blankly at Qi Lan, her voice hoarse, as if she was struggling to squeeze out the words.

"You're not dead? What do you mean? I am Jiang Heng, and I'm sure I really am dead."

In the consciousness space, the white fur on 886 stood up. It squatted down, rubbed its body, and started to review the original plot again.

Qi Lan rubbed the back of Jiang Heng's neck, trying to calm him down.

"Don't be afraid, I will find out the truth."

Jiang Heng nodded and didn't say anything more. He nestled in the sofa, closed his eyes, and his consciousness returned to the space, where he reviewed the original plot with 886.

Qi Lan looked at his huddled figure, her eyes flashing with even more malice. Regardless of the truth, Jiang Yuan'an could now pay the price for his actions.