Rescuing the Villainous Boss with a Little Dirty Master

Once seated in the carriage, Jiang Heng, worried that the young master might go hungry, retrieved various snacks from a hidden compartment based on the original owner's memories. The young master was in poor health and picky about food, so he was extremely particular about everything edible, and naturally, the taste was exceptional.

He pushed it towards Dong Tinglan like a treasure, looking at him expectantly.

Dong Tinglan watched as the young prince looked like he was sharing something good with his friends and waiting for feedback. He tapped the table lightly with his fingertip, pretending to be conflicted. "I haven't tried any of these foods before. I wonder which one is the best?"

Jiang Heng pondered for a moment, then pointed to the pink, petal-shaped pastries in the snack box, "I think this peach blossom cake is the best; it's both beautiful and delicious."

Dong Tinglan picked up a piece, broke it in half, and handed one half to Jiang Heng. "I don't usually eat sweets, so let's share one piece to avoid wasting it?"

Jiang Heng's smile faltered as she glanced back and forth between Dong Tinglan's face and the pastries offered to him.

Looking at him like this, Dong Tinglan's eyes flashed with hostility; the pastries really were problematic.

"Warning! Warning! The villain's danger level has surged!"

886, who was lying leisurely in the consciousness space, suddenly jumped up and screamed, almost startling Jiang Heng.

"Why did he suddenly switch to danger mode? Did he realize I was upset that he didn't wash his hands?"

Jiang Heng suddenly remembered Dong Tinglan's background. It was normal for her to be a little sensitive. What else could she do? She would just pamper the person she liked. So she quickly took the pastry that Dong Tinglan handed her and popped it into her mouth.

Hey, I have to say, it's actually pretty good.

"Phew, it's alright, it's alright. Villains really do change their minds faster than flipping through a book."

886, relieved, relaxed in the virtual space. Back in the old department, a single attack would have solved everything; if one attack wasn't enough, several more would have been held. There was no fear of any villain suddenly attacking and harming anyone.

I can't handle that much stimulation. QnQ

"It seems like I didn't wash my hands either."

Jiang Heng swallowed the pastry before realizing what was happening. She muttered something under her breath, but the carriage was only so big, and even if she spoke softly, the person sitting next to her could hear her.

Of course, the possibility that Jiang Heng did it intentionally cannot be ruled out.

"Huh?" Dong Tinglan realized that the young master was upset that he hadn't washed his hands. He suddenly remembered that Zhao Yi hadn't washed his hands after using the toilet. His brows furrowed slightly, and his disgust was evident.

After showing off half a pastry, Jiang Heng looked at the table, then picked up a tea pastry, broke it in half, and handed one half to Dong Tinglan.

"These tea pastries are also delicious. They have a refreshing and sweet taste that isn't cloying, making them perfect for people who don't like sweets. You should try them."

Neither of us washed our hands, so let's not be disgusted with each other.

Dong Tinglan inexplicably understood his subtext, chuckled softly, took the tea pastry, and put it in her mouth. Indeed, it was sweet but not cloying.

Perhaps because they had both eaten things the other hadn't washed their hands of, the awkwardness and restraint between them seemed to have lessened a little, albeit one-sidedly.

Specifically, Jiang Heng leaned back on the pillow, completely disregarding her image, doing whatever made her comfortable. Even the headband on her head was a little loose, making her look even more languid.

When the carriage arrived at the restaurant, Dong Tinglan saw Jiang Heng get up and get out of the carriage with her loose hair. He hesitated for a moment, but still raised his hand to stop her.

"Your hairband is loose." He gestured with his chin.

Jiang Heng touched the top of her head, and from an angle where Dong Tinglan couldn't see, she flicked her finger and, oh wow, it completely dispersed.

The red ribbon dangled over her hands, making them appear even whiter and more delicate, like fine jade. One couldn't help but want to hold them in one's hands and examine them carefully, then wrap the ribbon around them, tie a beautiful knot, and keep them as a keepsake.

Dong Tinglan suddenly felt that her clothes were a bit tight today, and she couldn't help but want to loosen them, but that would be too impolite.

"I won't."

Jiang Heng looked at Dong Tinglan with innocent eyes. She didn't know how to tie her hair, but loosening the hairband was intentional; she really wanted someone to help her.

Dong Tinglan gave him a probing look, but Jiang Heng was able to confidently declare that he didn't know how to tie it, without the slightest hint of guilt.

That's it.

He had Jiang Heng sit down with her back to him, and carefully gathered the hair that was draped behind her.

Once everything was gathered, his hand passed over Jiang Heng's right shoulder. "Hairband."

Jiang Heng placed the hairband into his hand, and as her fingertips left, they brushed against his palm, whether intentionally or unintentionally, bringing a tingling sensation that seemed to travel from his palm all the way to his heart.

He suddenly clenched his fist, but just in time he caught the fingers that were about to leave. Even the silk ribbon couldn't compare to the smoothness of those fingertips.

Those few fingers moved playfully in his hand, like restless little animals begging and acting cute.

"what happened?"

Jiang Heng appeared serious on the surface, but inside he was ecstatic, his cheeks flushed slightly with excitement.

"Tongtong! I got to touch it! Hehehe, it feels so good, the fingertips even have some calluses, it's so nice to touch, I love touching it, I want to touch it again!"

886: Hehehe, thin cocoons have many uses.

From Dong Tinglan's angle, Jiang Heng's face was flushed. Because of his fair skin, the blush was noticed the moment it appeared.

Without answering the young prince's question, she took the hairband, quickly tied his hair up, and got up to get off the carriage.

It's really hot today.

"Host, host, Jiang Mo has arrived too!"

Just as Jiang Heng was about to lift the carriage curtain, she heard the voice of 886. The smile on her face disappeared in a second. "Received, received. Little Jiang is now in battle mode."

"Young Master Lan, what a coincidence."

Outside the carriage, Dong Tinglan heard a sound, turned her head to look, and saw who it was. She didn't recognize him.

Seeing the confusion in Dong Tinglan's eyes, Jiang Mo's face twisted for a moment. Although he hadn't had much contact with Dong Tinglan, they had spoken face to face a few times. Yet Dong Tinglan acted as if he didn't recognize him.

He forced a smile and was about to speak when a familiar figure jumped down from the carriage behind Dong Tinglan.

"Xiao Heng, why did you leave the palace alone? You're being too willful. Your father must be so worried about not being able to find you."

"Your brother?"

“Yes, it’s my sworn brother, Jiang Mo.” After Jiang Heng stopped, she answered Dong Tinglan’s question first, then turned to Jiang Mo. “First of all, I left the palace with Young Master Lan. Secondly, Father knows. Making conclusions before understanding the situation, sworn brother, where did you learn such behavior?”

"Sworn brother?" Jiang Mo silently pondered these two words in his heart, and the smile on his face began to falter.

Jiang Heng had never called herself that in front of outsiders. What, was she so eager to declare her status as the sole heir of the Marquis's mansion now that her health was starting to improve?

Jiang Mo was initially taken aback by his address of "sworn brother," but when he realized what he was talking about, his blood boiled. What was wrong with this kid? He had repeatedly embarrassed him today.

“Xiao Heng, I was just worried and confused.” After saying that, he looked at Dong Tinglan, “Xiao Heng has been weak since childhood, and his father and mother have never restricted his temperament. I hope you can forgive me, Young Master Lan.”

"Is my temperament bad?" Hey, are you implying that I have a bad personality? Jiang Heng tilted her head and looked at Dong Tinglan, asking seriously.

Whether it was his imagination or not, Dong Tinglan had a vague feeling that the young prince didn't want him to talk to his sworn brother, and didn't even leave him a chance to speak. However, he wasn't interested in talking to Jiang Mo either.

This person looks like a loving older brother who cares for his younger brother, but he can't hide his scheming in his eyes. He thinks he's hiding it very well, which is extremely hypocritical.

"The Crown Prince has a very good personality; no one can dislike him."

886, always eager for drama: "Is no one speaking up for the Second Prince?"

"You have excellent taste!" Jiang Heng patted Dong Tinglan's shoulder approvingly, her eyes sparkling, and her smile was incredibly beautiful.

She turned to Jiang Mo and her face fell. "You're framing me. I'm not playing with you anymore."

Before Jiang Mo could react, Jiang Heng pulled Dong Tinglan into the restaurant.

I'm outta here. I can't be bothered with this green tea bitch. It's more important to eat with my partner.