Rescuing the Villainous Boss with a Little Dirty Master

When Jiang Heng woke up, before she even opened her eyes, she heard 886 ranting about Dong Tinglan's behavior, emphasizing that he didn't even say a word about such a good opportunity.

"886 I know you're anxious, but don't panic. If he kisses me while I'm sleeping, his image will be ruined!"

After the two of them studied the classic work together last night, Jiang Heng also understood what 886's attributes were: small body and yellow brain. To be honest, it's quite amazing that 886 wasn't captured by the main system and sent to the CleanNet.

"All I want to see is a kiss," 886 said coyly in the consciousness space. After all, the two of them looked so good together, it was really sweet to watch!

"A kiss on the second date?"

886 asked in confusion: "Why are you suddenly speaking Cantonese?"

Jiang Heng didn't explain it to him, because explaining a joke makes it less funny.

He opened his eyes, turned to the side and saw that Dong Tinglan was still asleep, so he tiptoed up, squatted down next to him, and carefully examined his face.

"Tongtong, he's so handsome, when can I kiss, hug, and cuddle him?"

It's heartbreaking that such a handsome man is lying in front of him but he can't do whatever he wants to him.

Dong Tinglan hadn't actually slept; he just had a rare opportunity to relax, so he closed his eyes and let his mind wander.

Sensing the young prince crouching down beside him, and not sensing any danger, he wanted to see what the other was going to do, so he didn't open his eyes.

He was startled when the cool fingertips touched his brow. Before opening his eyes, he thought it was better to keep them closed, otherwise the young prince would be embarrassed.

But as those fingertips slowly traced his eyebrows, the bridge of his nose, and finally rested on his lips, he felt he couldn't keep up the act any longer.

He felt the fingers gently press against his lips, and heard the other person mutter softly, "So soft, looks like it would be easy to kiss."

Dong Tinglan: "!!!" What are you kissing? What's so great about kissing?

Dong Tinglan felt a surge of heat rush to the back of his ears, and he wished he could open his eyes immediately to escape Jiang Heng's touch. He regretted it; he should have opened his eyes when Jiang Heng got up.

"Hehe, his ears are all red, but he's still pretending to be asleep."

When Jiang Heng finished speaking, he knew that Dong Tinglan had woken up, because 886 told him that Dong Tinglan's self-destructive tendencies had decreased by 1%.

The tasks in this world don't seem so difficult after all. With Xiao Jiang on the case, it's definitely no problem.

Little Jiang, the cocky fellow, didn't know that it wasn't just Dong Tinglan whose ears were red; his own cheeks were also flushed.

When vision is impaired, other senses become more pronounced.

Dong Tinglan felt Jiang Heng's breath getting closer and closer, lingering on his lips, as if he would touch her if he opened his mouth.

His heart was pounding wildly in his ears. He had no idea what to do: let the other person kiss him or stop them immediately.

Just as he was still struggling with his inner conflict, that aura suddenly disappeared. Dong Tinglan breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a subtle, barely perceptible sense of loss.

Once he was sure the other person had finally left his side, Dong Tinglan paused for a moment, pretending to have just woken up. When he opened his eyes, he saw Jiang Heng sitting sideways on the recliner, one hand supporting her chin, smiling at him.

"You're awake!"

His heart, which had just calmed down, began to race again. He lowered his eyes to avoid the other person's burning gaze, but when his eyes fell on those slightly upturned red lips, his first reaction was that these lips looked so kissable, and he wanted to take a gentle bite...

When he realized what he was thinking, he was shocked by his own vulgarity. He stood up abruptly, nodded casually, and quickly walked to the fence to cool off.

Last night's reading was definitely worthwhile. Little Jiang, keep studying tonight!

Even after disembarking from the cruise ship, Dong Tinglan didn't dare to look Jiang Heng in the eye again. Jiang Heng didn't intend to push him too far, so she had the carriage take her back to the Marquis's residence first, and then take Dong Tinglan back to the palace.

Upon arriving at the Marquis's residence, Jiang Heng told Dong Tinglan that she would visit him again in a few days, then jumped off the carriage and walked into the residence.

With one less person, the carriage fell silent, and his memories drifted back to the ship. He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to distract himself. He noticed a corner of a storybook peeking out from under the cushion where Jiang Heng usually lay, so he picked it up and opened it.

A short while later, a loud bang was heard, the sound of something hitting the carriage. The driver jumped in surprise, "Young master, what happened? Did I drive too fast?"

"It's nothing, I just knocked something over." Dong Tinglan's voice came from inside the carriage, filled with gritted teeth. The coachman didn't ask any more questions and continued driving.

Inside the carriage, Dong Tinglan picked up the storybook he had thrown aside. A bright red flush spread from his face to his neck. How could this young prince read such... such erotic books! At such a young age, it's simply outrageous!

Dong Tinglan wanted to roll up the storybook and throw it away, but since it belonged to the young master, he couldn't make the decision. In the end, he could only smooth out the creases in embarrassment and, according to the angle he remembered, put the storybook back in its original place.

"Host! Your self-destructive tendency has decreased by another 5%! It's now at 54%!" Why?! 886 didn't miss anything, what's going on?! I'm so worried, Commander!

Jiang Heng chuckled, "He read the storybook I left in the carriage."

Jiang Heng noticed while they were on the boat that Young Master Lan wasn't as detached from worldly desires as he seemed.

"Is it the one I gave you last night?"

"uh-huh."

886 recalled the contents of the storybook. Goodness, the plot was a piece of cake for the host and the system, but it was a huge shock to the villain, an ancient person who had never tasted meat before.

No wonder the host wanted to wait a few days before going to see the villain. He needed to give him a break first, otherwise it was hard to say whether the villain would dare to see his host again.

That evening, at the dinner table in the Marquis of Zhongyong's residence, the family of three, plus Jiang Mo, sat together. Jiang Heng had already silently rolled her eyes several times. That unlucky Jiang Mo, he couldn't even have a peaceful meal.

"Xiaoheng, you rarely go out before, and when you do, you always ask me to come with you. But today you didn't ask me to come. Why have you become distant from me now that you're all better?"

Jiang Mo lowered his head, feigning dejection. What was wrong with Jiang Heng? She seemed like a completely different person after recovering from her illness.

"I need to get used to being alone eventually. Besides, I need to make friends, otherwise how will I maintain the Marquis's mansion and its external relations? Right, Father?"

Marquis Zhongyong nodded with satisfaction, "That's right."

"Then you should definitely invite me. I have quite a few scions of prominent families to my name, and I can introduce you to them."

"If I just say that I am the heir of the Marquis of Zhongyong, who wouldn't want to befriend me?"

Jiang Heng deliberately targets Jiang Mo's sore spots. Hurry up, don't hold back, cause trouble as soon as possible and get offline.

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting a bit tense, Lady Zhongyong Marquis smoothed things over at the right time: "Xiaobao, you can make friends on your own, but your elder brother still needs to guide you in the affairs of the Marquis's mansion. You're all grown up now, it's time for you to learn."

Hearing this, Jiang Mo was filled with resentment. Did Jiang Heng grow up overnight? Just because he was better and thought he wouldn't die young, she wanted to hand over the Marquis's mansion to him. What did she think of all the effort she had put in over the years? Was she just doing all the work for someone else?

Jiang Mo was unconvinced, but he didn't show it on his face. He nodded and agreed, "Xiao Heng can ask me anything she doesn't understand."

"Can't we just ask you, Father? You taught my eldest brother too, and he's already graduated?"

Jiang Mo was speechless for a moment. "Well, that's still better than you, a sickly girl who hasn't even gotten started yet."

In the end, Marquis Zhongyong could only tell him he could ask whomever he wanted. He wondered what was wrong with Xiaobao lately; his relationship with Jiang Mo didn't seem as harmonious as before.

"Xiaoheng is right, there are still many things I don't understand myself."

In the end, the dinner ended with Jiang Mo being the only one who was unhappy.