Rescuing the Villainous Boss with a Little Dirty Master

"My name is Meng Qingyuan, and I am the owner of this clinic. Doctor Lan, the person who needs your treatment is an extremely noble person. If you can cure this noble person, you will enjoy endless wealth and honor." Seeing that the other party was still hesitating, he said earnestly, "Of course, if you cannot cure him, the noble person will not blame you. However, this matter must be kept secret."

Jiang Heng nodded. "I am indeed quite interested in this illness. How about tomorrow? I will go and treat that esteemed person tomorrow."

Meng Qingyuan originally intended to bring the person over today, but this person was currently their only hope and they couldn't afford to offend him, so after hesitating for a moment, they still agreed.

With the fish hooked, Jiang Heng had no intention of continuing to shine here. He was now sore all over and just wanted to hurry back to find the culprit to give him a massage.

Perhaps because a consensus had been reached, Meng Qingyuan did not send anyone to follow him today. Instead, he had someone send him back to the inn, politely upgraded him to a private room, ordered a table full of delicious food, and then left.

As soon as the person left, Jiang Heng quickly told the innkeeper that she had made an appointment and that there was no need to prepare food. Afterwards, Sun He would pretend to be him and move in.

When Jiang Heng finally returned to the prince's residence, he was full of energy and got up to get out of the carriage. However, because he moved too quickly, he was pulled and stopped in his tracks. The carriage curtain was suddenly lifted.

It turned out that the guards stationed at the gate had spotted Jiang Heng's carriage from afar and hurried back to inform Dong Tinglan. He arrived just as the carriage entered the mansion. But unexpectedly, he suddenly heard Jiang Heng gasp for breath.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" He looked the person who was standing bent over in the carriage up and down with concern.

"I'm so sore all over, I can't walk anymore, Your Highness, please carry me back."

Dong Tinglan's face flushed. Last night, he had indeed gone too far, but if the young master's behavior hadn't been so alluring, how could he have... He coughed lightly to cover his guilty conscience and obediently turned his back to stand properly.

Jiang Heng's face brightened even more. She leaned forward and lay on his broad back, where she was steadily supported.

Several guards nearby craned their necks to watch the spectacle. Their master seemed like a completely different person after not seeing him for a while. In the past, if Dong Tinglan had specifically ordered someone to keep watch from ten meters away, they would have assumed he was about to assassinate someone. Who would have thought it was just to catch someone in time?

Jiang Heng hummed a little tune, tugging at a strand of hair and playing with it. Dong Tinglan felt the pulling sensation on his scalp. It didn't hurt, but it felt as if what was being pulled wasn't his hair, but a rope tied to his heart. From then on, wherever Jiang Heng told him to go, he would go.

"Where does it hurt? Shall I massage it for you?"

Back in the main courtyard, Dong Tinglan laid the man down on a low couch and gently squeezed his arms and legs.

Jiang Heng wasn't going to be polite to him. She rolled over and lay face down on the couch, her small mouth opening and closing in a barrage of accusations, "My back aches, my legs aches, my arms aches too. Dong Tinglan, you've gone too far. I begged you like that."

He tilted his head to the side, his cheek puffing out like a flattened little dumpling, making Dong Tinglan's heart itch. He reached out and massaged his waist, then moved a little lower, applying more pressure, leaning closer as if to whisper, "Aren't you satisfied with how the puppy serves you?"

Jiang Heng shifted his body, but was still restrained. He buried his face in his arms and whimpered twice, not much different from a kitten's meow, but Dong Tinglan still heard those two words. His gaze fell on the tips of Jiang Heng's ears, which were bright red, even more vibrant than the crabapple blossoms he had seen in the palace that day. It seemed that planting some crabapple blossoms in the manor wouldn't be bad.

He stopped teasing and dutifully began to massage the young prince. The young prince fell asleep in the comfortable massage, completely forgetting that he was supposed to go to the Fourth Prince's residence the next day.

Jiang Heng didn't wake up until dinner time. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Dong Tinglan sitting beside him, engrossed in reading a book.

"looking at what?"

Upon hearing his voice, Dong Tinglan closed the book and placed it on the table, her movements casual, as if she had just picked it up at random. "Just a random book."

886 sat cross-legged in the corner, swaying comfortably from side to side, its round, black eyes shining brightly, silently adding in its mind: a miscellaneous book to enrich nightlife. It's alright, even though none of them have seats, as long as its host can speed along the highway, that's fine.

Dong Tinglan stacked the books spread on the table, stood up, scooped up Jiang Heng, and carried her to the dining table. There were only the two of them in the room, and Jiang Heng wasn't embarrassed at all being carried; she was quite happy. He wrapped his arms around her neck, rested his head on her shoulder, and felt very comfortable.

"I'm going to see Dongling Yu tomorrow afternoon."

"They took the bait so quickly?"

Dong Tinglan was surprised. Based on his understanding of Dongling Yu, this man was very suspicious. It had only been less than two days, and Jiang Heng's fabricated identity was not in the capital. Even if they wanted to investigate, it wouldn't be so quick. How could he dare to let someone with no background treat his illness?

"I guess his leg is having problems again, and he can't wait any longer."

When Jiang Heng returned in the afternoon, she had already had 886 investigate and confirm that the other party was not in a good situation, which was a good opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

"I'll go with you." She completely forgot that she was also going to Dong Jingming's residence the next day.

“No, to outsiders, I’m just a middle-aged doctor on a parade, barefoot. What would it look like if someone suddenly appeared next to me?” Jiang Heng emphasized the word “middle-aged” and then joked, “It can’t be my son, can it?”

"You're being naughty again." Dong Tinglan looked at him helplessly. What was he thinking about all day long?

"However, given Dongling Yu's personality, once he discovers that I am useful to him, he will not easily let me leave the manor."

Dong Tinglan also thought of this, and said with a sour face, "We're giving him too much credit. Anyway, his leg won't get better, so don't go."

Jiang Heng looked at his downturned lips and inexplicably imagined a small dark cloud floating above his head. But he was happy to coax him, "He has to go. Only when he experiences what it's like to stand up again, and then completely loses his legs, will he know that some people are not to be trifled with."

Dong Tinglan was a little happy again; it felt so good to have someone backing her up.

“I’ll have someone meet you outside then. But you have to promise me you’ll never get hurt again.” Dong Tinglan was still a little worried. The young master was reckless and would do anything if he wasn’t kept in check. “Or maybe…”

Seeing that he was about to talk back, Jiang Heng immediately covered his mouth with her hand to physically silence him.

"I guarantee it."

Dong Tinglan gave him a resentful look, removed her hand from her mouth, and silently began to eat. Why was the young master so different from the characters in the stories? Shouldn't he be more attached to her? Why was he always thinking of running off?

As he ate, he frowned and thought, "There must be something wrong with the book I read this afternoon. I really need to read a few more."