Rescuing the Villainous Boss with a Little Dirty Master

Jiang Yuan'an struggled and rolled on the ground, trying to avoid Jiang Yu's kicks. The intense pain in his body made him both shocked and angry. How dare Jiang Yu treat him like this!

Seeing the phone lying to the side, he reached out to grab it. Just as he was about to touch it, Jiang Yu stepped on the back of his hand and ground his foot down hard.

A heart-wrenching scream echoed throughout the office.

Jiang Yu squatted down, pressing his foot harder. "Jiang Yuan'an, you really make me despise you. 26 years ago, 18 years ago, and now, you're still a coward."

After saying that, he got up and kicked the man into a corner, not caring whether he lived or died. He picked up the phone from the ground, swiped it, opened the call log, saw Zhou Qian's name, and dialed it without hesitation.

At the Qi family home, Zhou Qian's phone suddenly vibrated on the sofa, while the phone's owner was still lying unconscious.

Just as the phone was about to hit the ground, a pale hand caught it.

"Jiang Yuan'an still dares to attack?"

Jiang Heng floated back to Qi Lan's side, hesitated for a moment, and then pressed the answer button.

"Jiang Heng, I've come to find you."

A gloomy voice, tinged with a hint of sharpness, came from the receiver. Before Jiang Heng could speak, the other end of the line hung up.

It's not Jiang Yuan'an.

"I go......"

"Right here, right beside me."

Qi Lan guessed that he wanted to change locations and interrupted him in time. He could only feel at ease if he had Jiang Heng under his watchful eye.

Before Jiang Heng could say anything more, he was pulled into a warm embrace. Qi Lan gently patted his back, his voice as tender as ever, "Jiang Heng, don't leave my side again."

Jiang Heng was stunned for a moment, feeling a slight heat in her eyes, but no tears came out, because ghosts don't have tears.

He buried his face in Qi Lan's shoulder, his voice muffled, "I will never leave you again."

From the perspective of only 886, a faint blue-purple light flashed between Jiang Heng and Qi Lan's brows, then quickly disappeared.

886 opened its mouth, but in the end, it didn't say anything. It wiped the moisture off its face, turned around, went back to the corner, and sent an application to 001.

I hope its concept is true.

On the top floor of the Quick Transmigration Bureau, 001 looked at 886's white hair, soaked with tears, on the screen and sighed helplessly, "Why does he cry so much?"

A few minutes later, 001 received the application from 886.

"Request 886 to investigate whether the mission target of host Jiang Heng in the first and second worlds is the same person as the mission target in the current world."

001 hesitated. Once the application was approved, 886 would have very few points left. It didn't quite understand why Jiang Heng would know everything after experiencing all the worlds. Why waste so many points now?

In the few minutes it hesitated, a series of applications were sent in quick succession.

"Request 886 to investigate whether the mission target of host Jiang Heng in the first and second worlds is the same person as the mission target in the current world."

"Request 886 to investigate whether the mission target of host Jiang Heng in the first and second worlds is the same person as the mission target in the current world."

......

On the screen, 886's face grew increasingly wet, his short hands still frantically clicking send. Seeing the screen full of applications, 001 panicked and quickly pressed approve.

After seeing that 001 had approved its application, 886 burst into tears of joy, but the next second it burst into tears again, as its millions of points had been reduced to just over a thousand!

Although I don't regret it, it really hurts to spend the money, sob sob sob.

"Fool."

001 leaned close to the screen, reached out and tapped 886's face on the screen. Looking at the newly added points in the public account, and then at the points in his own account, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it's enough to make up for that idiot's loss.

After crying enough, 886 rubbed his face and turned his attention back to the outside of his consciousness.

It just heard something bad coming towards its host.

He cleared his throat again to make sure his voice was clear, then spoke softly to Jiang Heng.

"Host, the thing on the phone just now had three voices. After testing, one of them belongs to Jiang Yu."

In the living room, Qi Lan was already contacting people to prepare a backup plan, while Jiang Heng had just hung up the phone with Shen Yuan.

Hearing the voice of 886, he frowned. Three voices? Besides the shadow, could there be something else inside Jiang Yu's body?

At this moment, Zhou Qian slowly woke up. Opening his eyes, he saw Jiang Heng facing him sideways. He took a deep breath and carefully examined him from head to toe. That skin color… how could he not have considered that the other person wasn't human…?

His thoughts shifted, and he suddenly realized that if this person was the real President Jiang, then who was the current President Jiang?

Just then, Jiang Heng suddenly turned his head and saw that Zhou Qian had woken up. He raised his eyebrows in surprise, afraid of scaring him again. Just as he was about to leave, the other party called him back.

"Mr. Jiang, Wang Zheng told me before that Chairman Jiang... Jiang Yuan'an has committed murder. Does that mean you?"

"Yes. We can discuss any further questions later. Jiang Yu is coming over soon, so you'd better leave now."

Zhou Qian was shocked. Did Jiang Yu also know about Jiang Heng's existence? "Then, will you be in danger?"

He knew that Jiang Yuan'an had been looking for Taoist masters during this time. Although he had rejected all those he had handled, there was no guarantee that there might be other powerful figures out there.

Sensing the goodwill in his words, Jiang Heng gave a gentle smile. "Don't worry, nothing will happen. You should go now."

Zhou Qian couldn't get involved in matters of ghosts and spirits, and staying behind might only become a burden. He nodded and stood up.

"I'll be waiting around here. Please feel free to contact me if you need anything."

Qi Lan happened to hear this as he walked over. He opened the coffee table drawer, took out a new cell phone, and handed it to Zhou Qian.

I had originally planned to burn it for Jiang Heng to play with, but he said he didn't need it. After all, he already had enough fun every day, so it just sat there unused.

"You can use this phone for now. We need to borrow yours temporarily. Contact Wang Zheng after you leave; he's on his way here with some men. Don't act alone."

The thing on Jiang Yu's body was probably found through the previous phone call. If the phone is returned to Zhou Qian, it might harm him.

Zhou Qian solemnly accepted the white phone. "Thank you, Third Master."

In the end, only Jiang Heng and Qi Lan, the ghost, remained in the entire Qi residence. At least that's how it appeared on the surface.

The door opened, and the room was brightly lit. Jiang Heng was nestled in Qi Lan's arms, scrolling through his tablet, occasionally pausing to chat and joke with him. Qi Lan had one arm around him, his eyes lowered, full of laughter.

886 crouched in the consciousness space, holding his face in his hands, occasionally amused by the short videos on the tablet.

One person and one ghost, all in one place, were enjoying themselves immensely, as if they didn't take Jiang Yu seriously at all.