Rescuing the Villainous Boss with a Little Dirty Master

Jiang Heng looked at Qin Zhao with a harmless expression, but her words were like poison: "This antidote can only relieve the pain. You have to come and get the antidote every five days, otherwise you will die from your intestines rotting. Don't even think about finding a doctor to cure you. No one can cure this poison except for the medicine I have. You can try it if you don't believe me."

Jiang Heng paused, a smile playing on her lips, and continued, "If you really find someone to undo it for you but they find it can't, I'll send you to hell ahead of time."

Qin Zhao was so frightened by his words that he collapsed to the ground. A demon! This man was a demon! But there was nothing he could do but cooperate with Jiang Heng.

After dealing with Qin Zhao, Lu Qian saw him out. Mo Wu swaggered down next to Jiang Heng, looking at him with a probing expression. Jiang Heng had seemed quite convincing when he put on a stern face earlier; was this guy really two-faced?

"The young master is quite good at bluffing."

"Well, my acting skills are pretty good, aren't they?" Jiang Heng ignored the other party's probing and casually replied.

886 bounced around in his consciousness, trying to make his presence known: "Host, you were so cool just now! Can we have a villain script in the next world? Villain vs. antagonist, it's a perfect match!"

Now everything is ready, and all that's left is for Jiang Mo to make his move.

When Qin Zhao lay back on his bed, he felt as if he had survived a catastrophe.

He curled up in a ball, his face full of resentment. Why was everyone threatening him? Why did they all want him dead? Anyway, he was just a worthless life. If they were pushed too far, none of them would survive! But he was also really afraid of dying. The pain from earlier seemed to have not completely subsided.

Qin Zhao's eyes were red, and his breathing became more and more rapid. He wiped away his tears angrily, pulled the blanket over his head, and went to sleep.

Meanwhile, Chunhua Palace was far from peaceful. The tightly closed palace doors shut out all movement, with only occasional faint cries of pain escaping, which went unnoticed in this secluded corner.

Inside the hall, Dong Tinglan sat on a low couch, leaning slightly forward, toying with a dagger in his hand. The cold light emanating from the blade occasionally reflected on his face, revealing a hint of gloom.

At this moment, a man in black was curled up on the ground in front of him, his limbs twisted as if they had been broken by human hands, and the screams of pain came from his mouth.

"They can't even wait to make a move, huh? Who is it? Dongling Yu or Dong Jingming?"

The man in black stared at the man with a look of terror on his face, wriggling his body to try and get away from him.

I thought it would be a simple assassination mission, but I was subdued before I could even get close.

The message that came through clearly stated that this person was utterly powerless and could be easily manipulated in Dongli, but it turned out to be all an act. He really put on a good show. It's a pity he didn't have the chance to send this message back.

"Dong Tinglan, I never imagined you'd been pretending all these years." The man in black paused, then continued, "But you can't win against your master. You're nothing but a powerless bastard...!"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Yi, who was standing by, stomped hard on his wrist. The already broken bone pierced through the flesh, revealing a hideous shape. Before he could even let out a painful scream, Zhao Yi stuffed a cloth into his mouth.

"Looks like we won't get anything out of them. Zhao Yi, take care of it."

Dong Tinglan didn't care about what the other person said. It wasn't the first time he had heard these words. They were insignificant and didn't really seem to have any impact on him.

Feeling bored, he casually tossed the dagger aside and got up to return to his inner room.

On the other side, just as Jiang Heng was about to lie down, the notification sound from 886 echoed in her mind.

"Host! The villain's self-destructive tendencies have increased by 2%."

Jiang Heng sat on the bed, lost in thought. This situation was too passive.

The next day, as soon as it was light, Jiang Heng went straight to Chunhua Palace. Upon learning that Dong Tinglan had already gotten up, he barged into the palace and locked the door from the inside without waiting for Zhao Yitong to announce his arrival.

"Young Master, what's going on?"

Dong Tinglan was sitting by the window, holding a book and had just turned a few pages when he heard a noise. He turned his head and saw Jiang Heng walking towards him with a serious expression. He glanced back at the tightly closed palace door and his gaze darkened for a moment.

What's going on here?

Jiang Heng walked straight to Dong Tinglan. The two were now standing and sitting. He bent down to carefully observe Dong Tinglan's complexion. He noticed that Dong Tinglan's complexion was not as bad as it had been last time, so he figured he was probably not injured.

Looking at the person so close to him, Dong Tinglan felt enveloped by their aura, as if she could feel warmth even in the chilly spring day.

His hand gripping the book suddenly tightened as Jiang Heng's icy fingertips touched his eyes.

"Didn't you sleep well again last night?" Jiang Heng lightly touched the dark circles under his eyes, then quickly pulled away.

"Fortunately."

Dong Tinglan leaned back slightly, widening the distance between them. Jiang Heng today made him feel somewhat uneasy, carrying a sense of aggression. Although it made him uncomfortable, it didn't make him feel repulsed or resistant.

"I'll be busy dealing with Jiang Mo for the next few days, so I won't be able to come see you."

Jiang Heng looked him straight in the eye and lowered her voice, "But you can come to me anytime, just don't go on the roof anymore."

In an instant, Dong Tinglan's aura became extremely dangerous, as if a ferocious beast had finally torn off its disguise, revealing its fangs, waiting for the right moment to bite off the neck of the person in front of it.

But Jiang Heng didn't look away. To be honest, this version of Dong Tinglan was more attractive and exciting to him.

Dong Tinglan smiled, grabbed the back of Jiang Heng's neck with one hand and pressed him down in front of him. The familiar feeling came over him, and Jiang Heng took the opportunity to bend one leg and press it onto the couch, giving him a provocative smile. For a moment, neither of them dared to make any further moves.

"The young prince is indeed a man of great talent."

Dong Tinglan felt the knee pressing against her, and a vein throbbed in her temple.

"I can help you with anything you want."

"What does the young master want?"

Dong Tinglan felt the warmth and throbbing pulse under his fingers, and couldn't help but caress them gently, like a lover's comfort. The hidden danger within was something only his prey could clearly sense.

"I want you, Young Master Lan, will you give yourself to me?"

Jiang Heng's gaze slowly traced his face, finally settling on his thin lips. She felt the pressure on her neck loosen, and his lips, which were so close that she could kiss him with just a few more touches, moved back almost imperceptibly.

Jiang Heng lifted her eyelids and saw that the other person's ear tips were already flushed red. She raised her hand to touch it, but before she could touch it, her wrist was grabbed. It didn't hurt, but it prevented her from moving forward even an inch.

He chuckled, straightened up, and stepped back, while Dong Tinglan released his grip.

Dong Tinglan looked at him with a deep gaze and said in a cold tone, "Do you even know what I want before you dare to say you'll help me?"

"I said, anything you want."

Dong Tinglan gave a mocking smile and casually said, "You'd give me your life if I asked?"

"We can give it, but we can only give it in one place."

Jiang Heng uttered a few words in a breathy voice, and in an instant, Dong Tinglan's blood surged, and his mind inappropriately recalled the storybook he had read in the carriage.

"Young prince, respect yourself!"

Dong Tinglan couldn't help but rebuke her, but it was all bark and no bite. Jiang Heng wasn't afraid at all. In fact, she even looked down with interest, raised her eyebrows, and looked amused, as if asking who should have some self-respect.

Dong Tinglan yanked the man off, turned him over and pressed him onto the couch, pinching his chin with one hand and coldly saying, "Don't provoke me anymore."

"You think this is a provocation?" Jiang Heng laughed angrily, and with a forceful push, he pinned the other person down. "I was clearly proposing."

Without waiting for a reaction, he leaned down and planted a kiss on the lips he had longed for for so long. When he left, he even bit them, leaving a shallow tooth mark.

886, who witnessed everything: Goodness, this tension is so high, I thought they were about to fight! Who dates like this? (lol)