Rescuing the Villainous Boss with a Little Dirty Master

Jiang Heng floated in front of Qi Lan, facing him, and floated backwards. Even in her soul form, she could still see the light in his eyes.

"What has Third Master Qi done behind my back this time?"

Qi Lan clenched her fingers together, her tone casual, "Those with morals won't take his orders, and those without morals wouldn't dare to take his orders."

In this world, it's very easy to make someone submit; there's no need to tell Jiang Heng the details.

Jiang Heng nodded, then pointed to the closed ice chamber behind her, "So my body is just left like this?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt the grip tighten, and his backward motion stopped.

He turned his gaze away from the ice chamber and looked up at Qi Lan, only to see a gloomy look on his face. Before he could investigate further, he was pulled into the other's arms.

"Jiang Heng, I will never let you rest in peace in this lifetime."

Jiang Heng was stunned for a moment. When he realized what Qi Lan meant, he moved even closer to Qi Lan, his laughter undisguised in his voice.

He said, "I do."

Qi Lan has never been attached to anything. What he wants is usually within his grasp, but with Jiang Heng, even if he manages to get her, he fears that she might suddenly disappear one day.

This feeling came on out of nowhere.

If he really disappears, even if it means digging up his body and causing chaos on it, he will force Jiang Heng out.

All the dark thoughts that flashed through his mind came to an abrupt halt when he heard Jiang Heng's answer with his own ears.

Only then did he realize that people can be so easily satisfied.

Even if Jiang Heng doesn't succeed in the end, just getting a "yes" from him today is enough to make him happy.

886 exclaimed in surprise from within the consciousness space: "Host, do you mean... you want to stay in this world after completing the mission?"

Jiang Heng looked at Qi Lan, whose eyes and brows were full of smiles, and felt a warm glow in her heart.

“He came for me, and I want to stay for him.”

Looking at Jiang Heng now, 886 felt that he was different from before, as if... as if his heart had warmed up. 886 couldn't find a more fitting word, but everything was moving in a positive direction.

While some people have a smooth life, others do not.

For several days in a row, Jiang Yuan'an did not encounter any more ghosts, but the events at the hospital and in the car had left him with too much trauma.

He has been having nightmares for the past few days.

In his dream, he and Jiang Heng were slowly climbing a snow-capped mountain. Jiang Heng was a few steps ahead of him, occasionally turning back to share funny stories from school. As they talked, the topic shifted to picking out travel souvenirs for Shen Yuan.

He didn't remember, or rather, he didn't hear clearly, what gift Jiang Heng ultimately chose. Whether in reality five years ago or in his dream now, all he could see was Jiang Heng's constantly opening and closing mouth, and the joy on her face.

Just as Jiang Heng turned around and continued walking uphill, the version of himself in his dream rushed forward and tackled him to the ground.

Before collapsing to the ground, Jiang Heng was still laughing and complaining.

"Dad, you cheated!"

Jiang Yuan'an pressed his entire body against his back, holding his head down so hard that his head was buried in the snow.

He still remembers how fiercely Jiang Heng struggled at the time, almost lifting him off his back.

Even after the body lying on the ground stopped moving, he continued to press on his head, still worried. During the long time, many images flashed through his mind, yet it seemed as if he wasn't thinking about anything at all.

His fingertips gradually stiffened, and he staggered to his feet on the snow. He saw Jiang Heng standing in front of him again, her smile still bright as she turned around.

"Dad, what souvenir should we bring for Mom?"

Jiang Yuan'an looked at the snow in horror; there was indeed a corpse lying there, almost sinking into the snow.

He looked up at Jiang Heng standing in front of him, but she had already walked forward.

Jiang Yuan'an took a deep breath, clenched his stiff hands, and after Jiang Heng finished saying what souvenirs she wanted to buy, he rushed forward again and shoved Jiang Heng to her death in the snow.

This time, however, he heard Jiang Heng's words clearly.

He said, "Take your body back with you; your mother will love it."

Before he could even process what those words meant, a tremendous force came from behind him, and his vision went lower and lower. He opened his eyes wide in terror, but before he could even utter a sound, he was shoved into the snow.

The first reaction was cold. The next moment, with each breath, scattered snowflakes were inhaled into the nasal cavity and flowed into the throat, the air in the lungs was rapidly compressed until a sharp pain shot through the chest.

He struggled desperately, flailing his limbs, but the pressure on his back only intensified. In his last moments of consciousness, he heard Jiang Heng's chilling voice in his ear, "Do you know how painful it was for me to die?"

The next second, Jiang Yuan'an suddenly opened his eyes and found himself asleep on the table, with the lower half of his face buried in his arms. No wonder he was having some difficulty breathing.

Recalling the words that lingered in his ear in his dream, he thought he knew the answer.

His eyes suddenly turned red; he regretted it, he was truly afraid.

Just then, there was a knock on the office door. Jiang Yuan'an shrugged, his heart skipping a beat. He rubbed his face, suppressing all his emotions.

"Enter!"

The office door was pushed open, and when Jiang Yuan'an saw the face that had just appeared in his dream again, he instinctively leaned back, almost falling over with his chair.

Jiang Yu quickly stepped forward and helped the person up.

"Dad, are you alright?"

It was a completely different tone from the one in his dream. Jiang Yuan'an took a deep breath, looked up, and confirmed that it was Jiang Yu in front of him. He shook his head, propped his elbows on the table, buried his head in his hands, and spoke in a muffled voice.

"Xiao Yu, would you like to change your face...?"

Jiang Yu paused for a few seconds, then hesitantly repeated his words, "Change your face?"

"Don't use that face anymore..."

Jiang Yuan'an wanted to say it was too creepy, but he couldn't bring himself to say it. After all, the person in front of him was his son, but he really didn't want to see that face again.

This time, Jiang Yu understood what he meant. He grabbed Jiang Yuan'an's wrist and forced him to look up, only to find that Jiang Yuan'an's gaze was not on his face at all, but instead looked away.

"Jiang Yuan'an, you forced me to become like this back then. You didn't even ask for my consent, and now you have the nerve to ask?" Jiang Yu's voice rose an octave, his eyes filled with suppressed hatred. "If I change my face again, who will I become? Will I still be me? Can I still be me?"

Jiang Yuan'an was startled by his gaze. When he realized what he had just said, his brows furrowed tightly. "You also approved of the original plan."

Jiang Yu shoved the man away, raised his left hand, pointed at his nose, and launched into a tirade, his voice shrill, "You forced me to do this! You've forced me to do things I didn't like and learn things I didn't like since I was little. Do you even remember how many times you've hit this hand?"

Jiang Yu looked at his slightly trembling left hand and still remembered how strong the force was when he slapped the back of his hand first instead of his right.

When he was little, he didn't understand why being left-handed was wrong, liking blue was wrong, and not liking to smile was wrong.

He was confined within a framework by Jiang Yuan'an, and his words, actions, emotions, and everything else had to be dictated by Jiang Yuan'an's wishes and demands.

Later he realized that he was being forced, little by little, to live like someone else.

That person was so vibrant; he could have been himself and loved by many, while he could only be an ugly shadow, hiding in a dark corner, imitating him, trying to become him, to replace him.

He didn't know if he was still Jiang Yu. Did Jiang Yu ever exist? It seemed so, but that was a very distant memory.