Rescuing the Villainous Boss with a Little Dirty Master

Qin Yaoming, who was huddled in the corner, caught a glimpse of him and frantically tapped the light brain on his hand.

"All I heard were things like 'I'm going to your house' and 'Be careful'."

Wen Lin was furious when she saw the message Qin Yaoming sent. What a waste! If she had gone to A-01 with the boss, she could have dug up even bigger gossip by now. But now, separated by several planets, she could only rely on Qin Yaoming.

"Boss, should we report to your wife?"

Qin Yaoming scurried over to Lan's side, his face full of obsequiousness. He had no choice; Wen Lin had said that if he didn't get some useful information, she wouldn't give him painkillers if he got injured in the future. He couldn't afford to offend the medic.

Upon hearing this, Lan turned her head with a cold face, her tone heavy and devoid of any emotion.

"Do you need me to remove the rust from your brain?"

Qin Yaoming shrank back again. No need for painkillers, and...it's nothing serious.

Wen Lin waited and waited, but no new gossip came. She knew her allies had chickened out, and she slumped onto the table, feeling utterly hopeless. She could only wait for them to come back before saying anything more.

Two days later, a spaceship entered the A-01 flight path; it wasn't a starship transporting prisoners. Lan kept a close eye on the mechanical bees and saw a spacecraft parked outside the small building. Those who had entered the building in the previous days—some had boarded the spaceship themselves, others had been carried aboard—their fates unknown. In the end, at least fifty people entered the spacecraft.

Finally, the spacecraft docked with the starship docked at the port and set off.

Lan extracted and synthesized the images of these people and sent them to Jiang Heng. She also ordered someone to keep an eye on the port to see if the spaceship was returning to Sakanan.

Jiang Heng also sent him a package of information that she had asked 886 to find.

On the first floor of the small building, Tu Nan leaned back on the sofa, holding a thin, fair-skinned young man in his arms, gently swirling a glass of red wine in his hand. Only he could enjoy such a good thing in A-01.

"Brother Nan, are those people leaving A-01?"

Tu Nan looked at the person in his arms and chuckled, "You want to go too?" Seeing the longing look on the other person's face, he patted the other person's face with his other hand, "They're not going there to enjoy themselves. They might even regret not staying in A-01 in the end."

The young man was skeptical. How could leaving A-01 not be considered a blessing?

"It seems that Tu Nan knows where they are. These people are probably his bargaining chips to get benefits."

After preserving all the images, Lan and Qin Yaoming also piloted their starship away, but instead of returning to Sakanan, they went to a nearby planet.

These past few days, Jiang Heng finally had some free time. She was currently lying on the sofa in the research institute's lounge, reviewing the pictures Lan had sent and having 886 scan the records. Once this group was sent to the second basement level, the research would likely officially begin.

"Host, look at me, look at me."

Jiang Heng turned his gaze toward the source of the sound and saw the robot butler, now in the 886-specific body, slowly sliding toward him from the back of the drone.

Hmm? Slide?

His gaze continued downwards, and he saw that the drone's limbs had been fitted with wheels, and it was now zipping towards Jiang Heng like it was rollerblading. The familiar "Jiang Jiang" could be heard, but it no longer looked as pitiful as it had a while ago. It seemed the two had reconciled. But looking at it this way... emmmmm, never mind.

"Whatever makes you happy."

886 directed the drone around in the lounge until it got tired of it, then climbed off it, onto the sofa, and nestled cross-legged next to Jiang Heng. Jiang Heng moved over a bit to make more room for it.

"What is the host thinking?"

"I'm thinking about how to disrupt their research." He paused, then continued, "Can't we just blow up the research institute?"

886 sighed, looking like an old man, "Lan didn't even think about blowing up the research institute, but you've already come up with this idea."

Mentioning Lan, Jiang Heng also sighed heavily, wondering when it would be his turn for a sweet romance.

Just then, Lan's video call popped up.

This person seems unusually self-aware lately. Before, he would never choose video communication if he could communicate via text, as if his personal computer was missing a function compared to others. Now it's the other way around; it seems like his personal computer has lost its text input function.

886, seeing the person who had just been looking annoyed, suddenly brightened up and sat up. It snuggled closer to Jiang Heng and said, "Let me see too."

The video call connected, and Lan saw two pairs of bright eyes staring at him. The flashing of eyes from a robot was normal, so we won't go into that for now. Jiang Heng's gaze made him a little uncomfortable, as if his motives had been discovered by the other party.

She coughed softly, her gaze flickered for a moment, then settled on his lips, her tone serious, "I'm back."

Jiang Heng looked at his slightly red ear tips and felt a little itchy to touch them.

"Want to come to my house?"

He lowered his voice, deliberately using a whisper to ask him. What was supposed to be a serious question made Lan's heart race even faster. This heart must be really broken.

"Ah."

Lan glanced at his eyes, then quickly looked away. Jiang Heng carefully observed his expression. "Lan, something's not right."

Are you two flirting?

A sudden mechanical voice rang out, and Lan abruptly turned his gaze to the round, black-and-white, familiar robot head in the corner of the light screen. Long-buried memories suddenly flooded his mind, making him feel like he was about to burst into flames. His brain raced, trying to change the subject, but before he could even speak, the mechanical voice continued, "Our Jiang Heng is still single, her preference is men, and her favorite type is you..."

Before 886 could finish speaking, Jiang Heng grabbed him and covered his metal mouth. 886, with his back to the light screen, smiled with his eyes crinkling, concealing his accomplishments.

Lan felt like there was something wrong with his ears too. What did he mean by "I like you the most"? What? Your type?

"Sorry, this robot might be infected with a virus. Don't take what it says seriously."

Jiang Heng carried 886 to a corner, secretly gave it a thumbs up, and then turned around to look apologetically at the person in the light screen.

Lan pursed his lips, looked directly into Jiang Heng's eyes, his expression serious, as if facing a very serious question. His tone was earnest, "Which part shouldn't be taken seriously?"

Jiang Heng raised an eyebrow. Why did this person suddenly become so insightful today?

"So curious about my private affairs? Why don't we come to my house and talk in detail? I have time right now."

Jiang Heng arrived home before Lan. When the security system alerted him to someone at the door, he saw Lan pacing back and forth in frustration on the monitor. It was too late for regrets now.

The door suddenly opened, and Jiang Heng seemed to see his pupils dilate in surprise. He smiled and pulled her into the room. The moment the door closed, he pinned Lan against it, very close, his voice laced with amusement.

"Is Captain Lan measuring the width of my front door? You can ask me if you want to know."

Jiang Heng placed her index finger and thumb on his shoulder, slowly measuring downwards, her tone slightly hesitant, "About..."

Lan pressed himself against the door, his Adam's apple bobbing. He felt once again that he shouldn't have come. Feeling Jiang Heng's fingers gradually moving downwards, about to cross his waist, he suddenly grabbed the other's hand, but this time he didn't dare to use force, barely stopping his movement.

"I don't want to know anymore."

"You don't want to know my private affairs anymore?"

Lan paused, rested her head against the door, her lowered eyes pleading, and said in a muffled voice, "Jiang Heng, stop playing with me."

886 screamed silently in its consciousness space, "What a damn pitiful big guy! I'm going to explode! Host, don't stop!"