Rescuing the Villainous Boss with a Little Dirty Master

Before falling asleep, just in case, Jiang Heng asked 886 to check Dong Tinglan's self-destructive tendencies. Unexpectedly, 886's sharp cracking sound suddenly came to his mind, startling him so much that he sat up abruptly.

"Host! This is bad! The villain's self-destructive tendencies have increased by 5%! It's now at 67%!"

"What happened! Everything was fine when we came back!"

This was also the first time this person had taken on this type of mission, and he had no experience. After Dong Tinglan returned to the palace, Jiang Heng checked his location and found he was already in Chunhua Palace. Out of caution, she specifically checked his self-destructive tendencies, since he was perfectly fine before. How could it have increased by 5% in such a short time?

"Master, can you check what's happening on his end?"

"Sorry, host, you'll have to uncover everything about the villain yourself. I don't have permission to view any of it; I can only provide reminders at key plot points. o(╥﹏╥)o"

Jiang Heng puffed out her cheeks. She knew that the mission in this world was not simple when she received the plot related to the villain, but she did not expect it to be this difficult.

He lay sprawled out on the bed, spread-eagled, and began to think about how to complete the task.

“Monitor his self-destructive tendencies in real time, and tell me even if they increase by 0.1%.”

"Okay, host, I've got it covered."

The next morning, because she was worried about Dong Tinglan, Jiang Heng went to the palace as soon as she got up. Fortunately, it was court time, so she wouldn't encounter anything unlucky along the way.

Once outside Chunhua Palace, he sat on the steps waiting for Dongtinglan to get up, a food box beside him, without asking anyone to announce his arrival. Being closer to him calmed his uneasy heart somewhat.

When Zhao Yi came over to serve Dong Tinglan, he saw Jiang Heng squatting on the steps, her chin resting on her knees, half asleep.

"Young Master?" Zhao Yi stepped forward and greeted him in a low voice. Why did this Young Master Jiang seem to want to stick to his master?

"Hmm." Jiang Heng opened one eye with difficulty and glanced at the source of the sound. When she saw Zhao Yi carrying a lunchbox, Jiang Heng woke up instantly. Why was it this bastard who brought her food again?

Jiang Heng patted the food box she had placed to the side. "I brought some food for Young Master Lan. If what you bring isn't as plentiful as what I brought, don't bother sending it in."

Zhao Yi glanced at the four-tiered food box next to Jiang Heng, then at the one he was carrying. Wasn't it obvious?

Finally, he could only say, "This subordinate will go and help Young Master Lan with his washing up."

A short while later, Zhao Yi came out again. It turned out that Dong Tinglan had heard Jiang Heng's voice and realized that he had been there for a while. So he told him to go inside and wait, and ordered Zhao Yi to bring him some warm tea to warm him up, since the early spring morning was still a bit chilly.

"Why did the young master come here in person?" Through a screen, Dong Tinglan watched the figure at the table busily arranging dishes, and her mood, which had been gloomy all night, seemed to brighten up a lot.

"I've come to pick you up, and we can have breakfast together."

When Dong Tinglan came out after getting ready, Jiang Heng saw that he was pale and his lips were dull, as if he had been seriously ill. Her doubts deepened. What exactly happened last night?

"Didn't you sleep well last night? You look terrible."

Jiang Heng stepped forward to grab his left sleeve, but before she could even touch the corner of the sleeve, he dodged her.

He paused, looking at his empty hand, and smirked. He casually withdrew his hand and turned to walk back to the table, but in reality, he was already fuming and cursing 886 in his heart.

"Tongtong, he won't even let me touch him! He ignored me today, but I'll try again tomorrow."

What else can I say? I can't skip this mission. Waaah, with my own host being such a high-quality bottom, he would have won madly in any other game! Damn it!

Seeing that even Jiang Heng's back looked suffocated, Dong Tinglan pursed his lips helplessly, then quickly stepped forward to keep pace with him.

"Has the young master not had breakfast yet?"

886: What a convenient way to make conversation. A perfect example of what not to do.

"Hmm, what's wrong? You won't let me touch you, and you're not planning to eat at the same table with me either?"

"Your Highness has misunderstood."

Dong Tinglan sat down next to the person, and before Zhao Yi could serve the dishes, he picked up the bowl in front of Jiang Heng and ladled porridge for him. His left hand trembled slightly, but he managed to control it. However, Jiang Heng noticed it immediately. He quickly took the bowl from Dong Tinglan and looked at him with a serious expression.

"What happened to your hand! What happened last night?"

Looking at the obvious worry on his face, Dong Tinglan felt a morbid pleasure. He seemed to know how to soften the young prince's heart.

"I accidentally cut my wrist last night." He paused, then added in a low voice, "I didn't mean you couldn't touch it."

Hearing him say that, Jiang Heng carefully lifted his arm. Seeing that he did not seem to refuse or reject her, she gently pulled up his clothes.

Seeing the blood seeping through the gauze on her wrist, Jiang Heng frowned. If it were an accidental cut, it wouldn't trigger any self-destructive tendencies, but Dong Tinglan obviously wouldn't tell her how she got it. It was so annoying!

Jiang Heng gently touched the edge of the gauze. "Does it hurt?"

Dong Tinglan shook his head, a mocking look flashing across his face. As expected of a pampered young master, what is this little bit of pain?

Jiang Heng looked at his bloodless face, then suddenly turned and glared at Zhao Yi, "How are you taking care of your master? You can't even deliver the food properly, and you can't take care of his daily needs!"

He turned back to Dong Tinglan, his voice returning to its gentle tone, the speed at which his tone shifted was truly astonishing, "How about we find someone else to serve you? At least this person shouldn't have to do everything. I don't think he can manage all that by himself."

Zhao Yi scoffed inwardly. Why should his master listen to him? And how could he have failed to take good care of him? His master is clearly playing the victim for him! Young Master, wake up! His master doesn't even care about this little injury.

Before Zhao Yi could finish complaining, a gentle "okay" left him frozen on the spot.

"Okay"? The master actually compromised just like that?

Zhao Yi looked at Dong Tinglan with a head full of doubt and disbelief. "Master, am I not your most valued subordinate?"

However, Dong Tinglan silently gave him a look, and then continued to eat with Prince Jiang in a friendly manner. Today, only Zhao Yi was injured.

After that, Jiang Heng was like a busy little bee, diligently serving food to Dong Tinglan, as if she wanted to feed him directly.

Finally, Dong Tinglan reluctantly explained that his right hand was perfectly fine and wouldn't affect his eating, and Jiang Heng's stomach rumbled at just the right moment, so he gave up.

Dong Tinglan came to a conclusion: indeed, she only had an appetite when watching the young prince eat.

On the luxurious cruise ship, Jiang Heng had already booked the second floor yesterday. Such a large ship would be too deserted if it only had the two of them and their entourage.

Although he really wanted to spend some time alone with Dong Tinglan, he wanted Dong Tinglan to experience the hustle and bustle even more. He wanted to draw him into the world and make him feel that this world was worth cherishing.

He led the person to the deck, where two deck chairs were already arranged side by side facing the lake, covered with soft white felt. They looked so comfortable that one would want to lie down immediately.

Jiang Heng nestled into the recliner, unable to resist letting out a satisfied sigh, "It's so comfortable! Come here!"

He turned around and waved to Dong Tinglan, his smile bright and dazzling. The breeze on the lake gently stirred his hair, and a few strands brushed against his fair cheeks.

Dong Tinglan could almost feel the tickling sensation of his hair brushing against his face; that tickling sensation traveled all the way to his heart, making his heart beat faster.

"Host, host! The villain's self-destructive tendencies have dropped to 60%!"

This is shocking! It detected a 2% decrease during breakfast, but the host hasn't even had time to do anything yet! How could it have decreased so much??

"I knew this felt blanket was a great choice! Who wouldn't love curling up on a soft mat and lounging around?"

Jiang Heng was boasting in his mind that what he was doing was effective.

Although 886 felt the reason was a bit far-fetched, it couldn't think of any other reason, but that didn't stop it from being happy because the mission was progressing.

"How was it? Comfortable, right?" Jiang Heng's eyes sparkled as she looked at Dong Tinglan lying beside her with a look of self-satisfaction.

"Mmm," he murmured softly, feeling the softness beneath him. This was the first time in many years that he had felt so comfortable.

The two lay there, eating the snacks brought by the servant, chatting occasionally, their voices gradually fading away amidst the laughter and chatter coming from below. Finally, they fell silent.

Dong Tinglan turned her head and saw that the young prince had already fallen asleep, with half a piece of pastry in his hand, about to fall.

He was both amused and exasperated. He half-stood up and approached, wanting to pull out the pastry, but afraid of waking the person, so he moved slowly and carefully.

As they got closer, he smelled that unknown fragrance again, and he couldn't help but be drawn closer and closer until their breaths almost mingled.

Just as 886 was staring wide-eyed with his big hands covering his mouth, looking on expectantly for Dong Tinglan to kiss him, he suddenly retreated to his own position and closed his eyes as well.

886: My host is lying in front of you, so fragrant and soft, how can you resist kissing her?? You villain, are you impotent?!