Rescuing the Villainous Boss with a Little Dirty Master

Jiang Mo stared at Jiang Heng with a sinister look as he walked into the restaurant without turning back, as if Jiang Heng were some kind of filthy thing that he was eager to get rid of.

Unexpectedly, Dong Tinglan, who had already followed Jiang Heng through the door, suddenly turned around. Jiang Mo was startled for a moment, then quickly raised her lips and nodded slightly to him.

Under Dong Tinglan's gaze, which seemed to have seen through something, Jiang Mo was the first to lose his composure and look away, turning to walk towards the restaurant across the street.

"What are you looking at?"

Jiang Heng realized that no one had followed, so he turned around and saw Dong Tinglan looking outside the restaurant. He peeked out from Dong Tinglan's side, looked around, and didn't find anything special, then looked up at Dong Tinglan.

From Dong Tinglan's perspective, those eyes appeared even rounder, revealing a clear and harmless quality.

"Nothing, let's go."

Dong Tinglan looked at the young prince's dazed expression, wondering if he had noticed Jiang Mo's malice towards him. But whether he knew or not was none of his business.

Jiang Heng requested a private room. After asking Dong Tinglan about his preferences, he quickly scanned the menu and began pointing at it with his right index finger, saying, "I want this, this, this... and this."

Fortunately, the waiter reacted quickly and had excellent eyesight and memory. After Jiang Heng finished ordering, he repeated the names of the dishes he had given to confirm that they were correct before leaving the private room.

At this moment, Jiang Heng and 886 exclaimed in their minds, "The ability of ancient waiters to memorize menus is truly amazing!"

From the moment Jiang Heng started ordering, Dong Tinglan had been secretly observing him. His demeanor always felt a little off, too... lively, in every sense of the word.

Dong Tinglan rubbed the teacup between her fingertips, carefully choosing her words: "I heard that the young master has been bedridden for many years and has hardly ever left the Marquis's residence. It seems that he has recovered quite well now?"

"Ah, the rumors are a bit exaggerated. I'm just weaker than the average person and get sick easily. What would normally be a minor illness that would heal an ordinary person in two or three days might take me ten days to half a month to recover from, which is why I don't leave the manor often."

Jiang Heng thought for a moment and quickly added, "But I'm much healthier now. Although I'm still not as healthy as the average person, I can still do some physical work. The doctor also said that appropriate exercise and sweating are very beneficial to my health."

Jiang Heng scratched her cheek to cover up her embarrassment. He should understand what I mean.

The system, hearing Jiang Heng's thoughts, said: "Host, he probably doesn't understand... your relationship hasn't reached the point where you're discussing physical labor!"

Jiang Heng was shocked: "We've been eating together for so long, can't I ask him to go boating on the lake, shopping, picnics, or listen to music?"

886 is confused: Did I make a dirty mistake again?

Just as 886 was having self-doubt, Jiang Heng suddenly chuckled twice in her mind.

He knew what 886 meant, but that didn't stop him from first instilling in Dong Tinglan the idea that he was physically capable. Besides, there were so many ways to exercise, so why not start with outdoor activities?

After being tricked by its host, 886 grunted twice, and Ben knew that its radar was infallible.

"So that's how it is."

The young prince did appear somewhat pale and weak, but not excessively frail. This was likely because he rarely left the manor, and doctors were frequently seen coming and going, which led to the spread of rumors.

Dong Tinglan probed a few more times, and her doubts gradually dissipated. Thus, it seemed that the young master's actions today were all spontaneous.

Once all the dishes were served, the table was laden with a rich variety, making everyone's mouths water. Jiang Heng's eyes lit up with every bite, and she exclaimed how delicious they were. Seeing this, Dong Tinglan's appetite also improved considerably, and she tried each dish one by one, following Jiang Heng's recommendations.

After a satisfying meal, Jiang Heng rubbed his bulging belly, feeling quite content. Thankfully, clothes in ancient times were relatively loose; in modern times, his pants buttons would have popped open after eating like that.

Dong Tinglan's gaze lingered on his slightly undulating belly, a smile flickering in her eyes. This little prince was quite adorable.

"Can I come to the palace to see you tomorrow?"

"Did the young master need to see me?"

"Can't I contact you if there's nothing wrong?" Jiang Heng propped her chin up with one hand, sitting lazily, feeling sleepy and wanting to go to bed.

"Of course not, it's just that the palace is boring." Dong Tinglan lowered his eyes, concealing the darkness in them. That filthy place was not suitable for the young prince to set foot in.

Jiang Heng felt a pang of sadness seeing him like this. She had originally thought that once he entered the palace and stayed by Dong Tinglan's side, those who had bullied him in the past would not dare to act so arrogantly in front of the Marquis's heir.

As the plot unfolds, although Dong Tinglan now has the ability to protect himself, in the eyes of outsiders, he is still the powerless hostage of Dongli, and it is not yet time for him to reveal his power.

Thinking of the Second Prince's disdain for him today, Jiang Heng hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't help but say, "What if the Second Prince causes you trouble again? If I'm here, he won't dare to be too arrogant. I can even scold him back for you. He can't out-argue me."

At this point, Jiang Heng sat up straight, raised her voice slightly, and raised her chin slightly, as if winning an argument with the Second Prince was something to be very proud of.

When Jiang Heng spoke, Dong Tinglan looked up and stared intently at him, scrutinizing him closely, trying to find that nauseating affectation in his expression, but he didn't.

Jiang Heng spoke with utmost sincerity, and did not flinch under his intense gaze. But why? What was he trying to gain from her?

Dong Tinglan paused, then swallowed back the question that was about to come out of his mouth. "Your Highness is overthinking it. The Second Prince did not bully me."

Jiang Heng frowned. Dong Tinglan wasn't so easily trusted; this matter could only be handled slowly. But Dong Tinglan had already sealed his fate; if they talked any more, the other party would probably suspect he had ulterior motives.

"So, are we friends now?" Jiang Heng stopped asking and changed the subject.

"It is my good fortune to be friends with the Crown Prince." It was indeed his good fortune to be approached by such a sincere person, but it was still unnecessary. He was afraid that getting too close would taint him with his own impurities.

A bright and virtuous young prince should stay in the light, not associate with people like myself.

Jiang Heng snorted arrogantly, "You don't need me to enter the palace, but I can always ask you to leave the palace, right?"

Dong Tinglan was about to refuse without even thinking, but Jiang Heng wouldn't give him the chance.

His eyes welled up with tears as he looked longingly at Dong Tinglan. "I used to stay in the manor all the time, surrounded only by servants and doctors. My only playmate was my sworn brother, but these past few years he's been busy learning how to handle the affairs of the Marquis's manor from Father and hasn't paid much attention to me. I just want to find someone I like to play with, are you going to refuse that too?"

Dong Tinglan frowned, his hand on the table unconsciously clenching. Just as Jiang Heng was about to unleash her ultimate move, letting tears flow to continue playing the victim, Dong Tinglan's voice was soft and helpless, with a hint of compromise, "As long as I am alright, the young master can come to me at any time."

He didn't understand why he couldn't bear to refuse Jiang Heng when he saw her like this. He didn't want the person in front of him to cry, no matter what the reason was.

Upon hearing his answer, Jiang Heng's expression instantly shifted from sunny to cloudy. She was glad he knew better; she had thought he was going to pinch her thigh even harder—it hurt!

But the villain actually fell for this? He even had a backup plan ready.

"Host, your acting skills are amazing!"

886 watched as his host instantly switched to a pitiful, tearful state. If he still couldn't defeat the villain, it could only mean that his heart was made of diamond and was rock hard!

"Wow, that's amazing, it was traded for a leg."

Jiang Heng was crying in her mind. How did those people manage to cry so easily? Surely not everyone could be like him.

Seeing Jiang Heng stop crying and start laughing because of his words, Dong Tinglan smiled slightly. The young master is quite easy to coax.