Rescuing the Villainous Boss with a Little Dirty Master

Zhao Yi stepped forward and took the box from his hand, hiding it behind his back. In the brief moment when their bodies crossed, he whispered, his voice trembling, "The young master is still waiting for you to return."

Dong Tinglan was like a drowning person finally grabbing onto a piece of driftwood, desperately trying to surface in the deep water and desperately breathe in the hard-won oxygen.

He shook his head slightly, indicating that he was alright, but Zhao Yi's eyes reddened. There really are people born evil, with baseless malice, who don't treat others like human beings.

Sitting in his wheelchair, Dongling Yu tilted his head to admire Dongting Lan's current state. Although the other party had tried hard to restrain himself, a trace of it still slipped through. But even this was enough to make Dongling Yu happy.

He said that if a puppy goes wild, it should be severely punished. Only when it suffers enough pain will it tuck its tail between its legs.

"Don't you like your brother's gift, little brother?" Dongling Yu pretended to be embarrassed. "Your brother is planning to reminisce with you about the fun times another day."

Dong Tinglan turned around, his eyes filled with suppressed madness, and his voice was icy, "Fine, when my brother can stand up again, I will definitely reminisce with you."

Dong Tinglan emphasized the words "stand up." Dong Jingming's mind flashed, and he subtly glanced at Dong Lingyu's legs. Was it what he thought?

"Definitely." Dongling Yu gritted his teeth and spat out the two words before turning away and ignoring him.

Such blatant confrontation was not only clearly seen by the Dongli King sitting in his high position, but also by the more perceptive ministers, who sensed something was amiss and subtly disapproved of the Fourth Prince's actions. This kind of targeting, regardless of the occasion, was truly devoid of royal decorum.

King Dongli's face darkened, and he felt some dissatisfaction with Dongling Yu. "Ling Yu."

Dongling Yu looked up and met Dongli Wang's gloomy gaze. His smile vanished, and he coldly looked away.

King Dongli looked at Dong Tinglan with a helpless expression, "Tinglan, that's just how your fourth brother is. He doesn't mean any harm."

With a single sentence that meant no harm, the matter was dropped. Several courtiers exchanged cryptic glances before looking away.

"Your subject knows, but I didn't expect that after four years, you haven't changed at all." Dong Tinglan chuckled, pretending to be joking, not caring about who changed their expression.

"Host, your self-destructive tendencies have increased by another 5%."

886 is extremely anxious. It had clearly dropped to 25% before, but in such a short time, it has soared back to 32%.

Ever since 886 warned Dong Tinglan about his rising self-destructive tendencies, Jiang Heng had kept the video feed on. At this moment, his eyes were red-rimmed, his heart aching with every beat, and he wished he could rush into the palace and take his prince away.

The patient sitting in front of him, having his pulse taken, panicked when he saw his face suddenly darken and the sadness emanating from him.

"Dr. Lan, is there any hope for my illness?"

Jiang Heng was brought back to his senses by the other person's words. He sniffed, composed himself, and comforted them gently, "It's nothing serious. I'll give you acupuncture in a bit."

After seeing a few more patients, Jiang Heng excused himself, saying he still needed to find accommodation, and left after settling his payment for the day. The banquet was almost over, and he had to hurry to pick up his prince.

As soon as they left the clinic, 886 warned him that someone was following them. He waved his hand slightly, stopping Lu Qian and the others from approaching. Lu Qian and the other man also noticed the two suspicious figures not far behind them. Their eyes sharpened, and they exchanged a glance. Sun He then circled around behind them, turning the tables on them, while Lu Qian kept a distance and slowly drove the carriage.

Jiang Heng pretended not to notice anything unusual, went into an inn, asked for an ordinary room, and sat down to wait.

The people following him saw him go upstairs and learned that he had paid for three days' accommodation, so they left. Once they were sure the people had left, Jiang Heng went downstairs, left the inn, and went around to the back door. Sure enough, Lu Qian was already waiting there in his carriage.

Lu Qian noticed that Jiang Heng's expression was off and asked him what was wrong, only to receive a reply of "Nothing."

Looking at Jiang Heng, who was much quieter than usual, he suppressed his worries and hurried towards the palace.

Inside the carriage, Jiang Heng leaned back against the seat, closed his eyes, and went over his plan again. He would make Dongling Yu regret ever being born.

When the carriage reached the palace gates, the banquet was still ongoing. Lu Qian found the Fifth Prince's carriage and headed towards it. As he passed an exceptionally luxurious carriage, a whooshing sound whistled past his ear. Lu Qian's heart tightened. He glanced back, but finding nothing amiss, he continued onward. Even the guards watching the carriage were completely unaware of what was happening.

When the carriage stopped next to Dong Tinglan's carriage, the guard standing by was about to step forward when Lu Qian whispered to him, "It's Young Master Jiang," and the guard retreated.

Once the carriage came to a stop, Jiang Heng stepped forward and climbed inside. A trace of Dong Tinglan's aura still lingered in the carriage, as cold as ice and snow, yet it made Jiang Heng feel exceptionally at ease.

When Dong Tinglan and Zhao Yi came out, they immediately saw Lu Qian in the carriage. He glanced at the carriage next to him and gestured for Jiang Heng to be inside.

He stopped in his tracks, took a deep breath, composed himself, and strode toward his carriage.

Lu Qian glanced at him, then at Zhao Yi, and sensed that something was off about them both today, but it wasn't his place to ask.

Dong Tinglan lifted the carriage curtain and entered the carriage, only to be suddenly hugged by Jiang Heng. Sensing that the other was in low spirits, he felt a pang of anxiety, lifted her up, and after she sat down, placed her on his lap and held her. Jiang Heng buried her head in his shoulder and did not say a word.

Dong Tinglan patted his head, his voice softening with his unique tenderness, "What's wrong, young master? Who upset you? Shall I teach him a lesson for you?"

Jiang Heng felt a lump in her throat, buried her face in the other person's shoulder and rubbed against him, saying in a muffled voice, "Nobody did anything to me, I just missed you."

Dong Tinglan chuckled softly, but his eyes turned cold. He was lying. But he didn't know why Jiang Heng wanted to lie to him. Since she didn't want to talk about it, he would ask someone else.

He gently patted Jiang Heng's back, trying to soothe him, but it only made Jiang Heng feel worse. He was the one who needed comforting. Jiang Heng's eyes reddened, and he leaned forward to give him a series of kisses.

Both of them, who were suppressing their emotions, were unusually eager at this moment. Jiang Heng let the other party take the initiative and tried his best to meet her, wanting Dong Tinglan to forget the unpleasantness of today, even if only for a moment.

Dong Tinglan seemed to sense his feelings, and his plundering actions became unrestrained. After releasing him, he pressed his forehead against Jiang Heng's, stroked his face, and gently caressed the skin with his thumb, murmuring his name over and over again, like a mortal begging for the mercy and salvation of a god.

"I'm here."

Every time Dong Tinglan called out, he received a response. He was so grateful for the other person's appearance; now he finally believed Jiang Heng's words from back then: "I came for you."