Rescuing the Villainous Boss with a Little Dirty Master

"Host, aren't you afraid that provoking Jiang Mo like this will drive him to desperate measures?"

"That's exactly what I want—for him to be in a hurry. I don't want to waste too much time on him. The time for Dong Tinglan to return to Dongli is getting closer and closer, and I'll definitely go with him then."

Jiang Heng rolled around on the bed twice, lifting a corner of her clothes to reveal her soft, white belly. "So we need to get rid of this hidden danger as soon as possible."

Unfortunately, Jiang Mo is a man who is always good at pretending and can endure things. In short, he is hypocritical.

If you don't push him, he'll just be like a rat in a gutter, hiding in the shadows and eyeing things that don't belong to him—it's disgusting.

Late at night, the discussions about one person unifying the system gradually subsided and eventually returned to silence.

On this night, some people are sound asleep, while others are practicing calligraphy to calm their minds.

Ever since he got off the carriage and returned to the palace, Zhao Yi had noticed that his master had a serious face, as if he was thinking about something important.

He thought something had gone wrong on Dongli's side, so he didn't dare to say anything and just waited quietly for his master's instructions.

But ever since returning to Chunhua Palace, the master has started practicing calligraphy. His strokes are powerful and vigorous, but the more you look at them, the more something seems off.

It is said that handwriting is a reflection of one's state of mind. To put it simply, the master's current state of mind is chaotic, very chaotic, extremely chaotic.

Just as Zhao Yi's thoughts were drifting further and further away, there was a loud "smack" as the brush was thrown onto the table, and a few drops of ink splattered onto his sleeve.

Dong Tinglan's gaze lingered on the ink droplet. After a moment, his chaotic thoughts suddenly cleared, and a low, deep laugh rang out. "I'm going out for a bit."

After saying that, he changed into a black outfit, covered his face with a black cloth, and disappeared from the wall like a ghost.

Jiang Heng, who was sleeping soundly on his bed, was unaware that a figure had quietly landed on the roof above him, gently lifting a few tiles.

From Dong Tinglan's angle, he could see Jiang Heng's fair waistline beneath her lifted clothing. "She can't even sleep properly."

Dong Tinglan leaped off the roof and slipped in through the doorway. He came to the bedside, his gaze meticulously tracing every inch of the sleeping person's body, finally settling on the waist. With gentle movements, he covered the lifted corner of the clothes, his fingers lightly brushing against a warm, silky touch as he withdrew. The smooth texture was so alluring that he wished he could pinch it harder, leaving red marks, and then gently kiss and caress it.

Covering the young prince with a blanket, Dong Tinglan leaned over and looked at his sleeping face, one hand gripping his neck. With just a little more force, he could snap that fragile neck.

Just as 886 was about to scream to wake Jiang Heng, Dong Tinglan moved his hand away and instead raised his hand to pinch his cheek. This person was so soft and smooth all over. "The young master is really cunning."

He wanted to see what this person's true purpose was in approaching him.

886, who witnessed everything: "I'm terrified! In the dead of night, you barged into my room, and I had my pants down before you showed me this? Villain, are you really that incompetent?!"

Whether it will work or not is still unknown, but the villain's self-destructive tendency has decreased by 5%, now only 49%. 886 can't help but think, if peeping while sleeping has decreased by 5%, if it were a deeper exchange, it would probably decrease by 20%!

So when can we finally drive?! I'm completely ready to lie down, I'm ready for a car wheel to run me over! Don't be shy, though!

886 chuckled, hopped around a couple of times on his short legs, and then calmed down.

It decided not to tell its host that the main villain had come tonight, so that the host could easily flirt with him. Although it had never actually eaten pork, its theoretical knowledge was quite extensive. (*￣︶￣)

Jiang Heng, whom 886 thought was still fast asleep, slowly opened her eyes and sat up not long after Dong Tinglan left.

"Host, why are you awake?!" 886 exclaimed in surprise.

"How could he not wake up when someone was choking him?"

Jiang Heng chuckled, lit the candle in the room, held it up to the mirror, pulled open her collar with one hand, raised her chin slightly, and fully exposed her neck, where a few faint finger marks were visible.

In fact, Dong Tinglan didn't use much force, but Jiang Heng's skin was delicate, and even a few pinches and rubs would leave marks.

"I was going to wake you up at first, but I didn't when I saw him take his hand away..."

886 scrutinized Jiang Heng's face, noticing her growing weaker as she spoke. Strangely, her current host was a little frightening. It quickly declared, "Next time, no matter what happens, I will remind the host immediately."

"Ah."

Jiang Heng rubbed the red marks on her neck and gave a faint reply.

Back at Chunhua Palace, Dong Tinglan finished washing up and lay leisurely on the bed. In the darkness, he rubbed his fingertips, the smoothness he had just experienced still lingering on his hands. His heart seemed to start itching again, not obviously, but it was truly torturous.

Accompanied by that agonizing itch, Dong Tinglan gradually fell asleep. But tonight was destined to be different from the past. Unusually, he did not dream of gloomy darkness. Instead, he had a night of absurdity and pleasure.

In his dream, the soft spot he had touched that night arched in a stunning curve with his movements, accompanied by a muffled groan, tinged with sobs. He looked up and saw eyelashes wet with tears, misty eyes pleading for his mercy. But the other woman didn't understand; being looked at like that only made him more aggressive.

The next morning, before even opening his eyes, Dong Tinglan sensed something amiss. He raised his arm to his forehead, his eyelashes trembling slightly. After a while, a hoarse sigh escaped his lips, "It really went too far."

Jiang Heng, refreshed after a good night's sleep, was surprised when the system informed her that Dong Tinglan's self-destructive tendencies had decreased slightly. "This person is a bit hard to understand."

"We common folk are really happy today!" After finishing breakfast, Jiang Heng grabbed an apple and headed towards Jiang Mo's yard. "Let's go find some fun with Jiang Mo!"

Jiang Heng learned from the system that Jiang Mo had made an appointment with the Third Prince today, and a plan came to her mind. Fires are built up slowly, so today she would add a little more fuel to the fire.

Early in the morning, some people were in a good mood, while others were in a bad mood. The bad mood belonged to the unlucky Jiang Mo.

Jiang Mo had made an appointment with the Third Prince today, but was stopped by Jiang Heng just as she was about to leave.

"Where are you going, big brother? Can you take me with you?"

When Jiang Heng arrived, Jiang Mo was about to leave when Jiang Heng stopped him. Hey, it's better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early.

"I have an appointment with a friend to discuss some business today. You might find it boring if you go."

"Didn't you say last night that you would introduce me to your friends? This is perfect."

Jiang Mo was annoyed. Didn't you say you didn't need it last night? Why did you change your mind today?

However, Jiang Mo did not show it on his face, and his voice remained gentle, "It's not that I don't want to take you, it's just that if I take you there rashly, I'm afraid others will not like it."

"Hey, the heir of the Marquis of Zhongyong's mansion, are you sure your friends won't welcome me? Then I'll have to ask my father myself." Jiang Heng pretended to be unreasonable, not wanting me to go, but I was determined to go anyway.

Finally, Jiang Mo had no choice but to take Jiang Heng with him. Once in the carriage, Jiang Mo closed his eyes and sat to the side, not wanting to see Jiang Heng's happy face.

Before long, the carriage arrived at a theater. When they followed Jiang Mo into the private room, they saw that there were already some people sitting or standing inside, chatting together.

Hearing the door open, the voices paused, and everyone turned to look at the doorway, where they saw a handsome young man standing beside Jiang Mo, looking at them curiously.

"Xiao Heng, what brings you here?"

The Third Prince, sitting in the main seat, looked pleasantly surprised. He hadn't seen Jiang Heng for a long time due to his busy schedule. The last time he saw him was when Jiang Mo took him to a teahouse to listen to storytelling.

I'd heard that Jiang Heng was in much better health, but having never seen him, I remained somewhat skeptical. Today, however, I saw that his complexion was indeed much better than the previous times I'd seen him.

“I came out to play with my sworn brother. He was worried at first that you wouldn’t welcome me, but I insisted on coming along.”

Jiang Heng unceremoniously sat down in the only empty seat next to the Third Prince. Jiang Mo, who had taken a step forward, paused and had no choice but to turn around and sit down on the other side.

“Jiang Mo, that’s not right of you. Xiao Heng and I are quite familiar with each other. Next time, you can just bring him directly.”

The Third Prince gestured at Jiang Mo from afar, his eyes filled with warning. Jiang Mo knew perfectly well that he needed the Marquis's mansion's support, and getting close to Jiang Heng was the easiest way to achieve this. How could Jiang Mo be so oblivious to this?

Jiang Mo understood the Third Prince's meaning. His face turned deathly pale, and his hands clenched tightly under his sleeves. The pain forced him to force himself not to show the slightest jealousy or hatred.

He restrained himself and calmly squeezed out a sentence: "As long as Xiaoheng is willing, I will take him with me from now on."

Knowing that Jiang Heng was the heir of the Marquis's mansion, the others naturally stepped forward to exchange pleasantries, leaving Jiang Mo all alone for a moment.

He looked at Jiang Heng, who was surrounded by people, and at the Third Prince pouring him tea attentively. He lowered his eyelids to hide the malice in his eyes. If he were the heir of the Marquis's mansion, then he would be the one surrounded.