Saving the Second Male Lead: What to Do When You Enter a Domineering Boss's Novel

“Put it on and let me see it.” Nangong Jinxing took the necklace from her hand, opened the clasp, and motioned her to lower her head.

When Qiao Yisha thought of the two words inside, she felt a little resistant. She took the necklace and said, "It doesn't match my clothes today. Next time I'll wear something prettier and wear it for you to see."

Nangong Jinxing looked at the ordinary white dress she was wearing and muttered, "Actually, this one is also fine."

At this time, Qiu Yi, who had finished his meal in the servants' restaurant, also came back and stood next to Nangong Xianyue.

The pink phone on the coffee table rang. Nangong Jinxing picked it up and answered it. She looked in a good mood and said, "Hello, Jun Xian."

"Yeah, I just returned to Dongzhou this morning."

"Okay, then I'll take Isa with me."

Nangong Jinxing put down his phone and said to Nangong Xianyue, "Jun Xian invited Yisha and me to her house."

Nangong Xianyue obviously thought of something, her expression changed, and she said in a deep voice: "Jinxing, if you go to the Long family, I want you to help me with something."

"What's the matter?" Nangong Jinxing couldn't help but become curious, "What could be so difficult for my powerful brother? He actually needs my help."

Nangong Xianyue took out a one-inch photo from his suit pocket and said, "Go to Long's house, find this person, and find a way to get her to talk to me."

Nangong Jinxing took the photo and was stunned for a moment. He looked at Qiao Yisha next to him, then looked at the photo in his hand, "Why? Why does she look a bit like Yisha?"

Qiao Yisha was curious and moved closer. At first glance, they looked 50% alike, especially the pair of cold and beautiful eyes. However, Qiao Yisha's pupils were amber, while the pupils of the person in the photo were black. Compared with Qiao Yisha's former indifference, the person in the photo was more arrogant.

"Who is this? Ning Wanrou?" Qiao Yisha looked at Qiu Yi in a daze.

Qiu Yi nodded to her slowly.

An unknown emotion suddenly surged in her heart, jealousy, hatred, and despair mixed together, making her breathless. It seemed like an instinctive reaction of this body, but Joysa knew that it was definitely not her own subjective consciousness. She guessed that if she saw this photo before she lost her memory, she might have had this reaction.

She tried hard to suppress this feeling, but the harder she tried, the deeper she became. Suddenly, her vision went dark and she almost fell to the ground. Nangong Jinxing, who was standing by, immediately stepped forward to support her, "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"Hurry, what are you all standing there for? Come and help. Go call Zhuang Qianchen." Nangong Jinxing yelled at the servants around him.

So the servants hurriedly helped, and one of them went to the landline to call Zhuang Qianchen.

"It's okay, miss, I..." Qiao Yisha was covered in cold sweat. Before she could finish her words, her head suddenly seemed to be chiseled open, and fragments of memories flooded into her mind like a torrent. She groaned in pain and then fainted.

"Master, what does the girl you like look like?"

In the dark night, a girl of about sixteen, wearing a black windbreaker, raised her hands, holding two butterfly knives, with dried blood on her face and hands. Standing with her back to her was Nangong Xianyue, who was also wearing a black windbreaker. He had lost his youthfulness, and his facial lines were clear and tough. Compared to the girl, he was obviously less injured. He held a dagger in his right hand and a torch in his left hand, looking at the wolves in front of him with sharp eyes.

"You are still in the mood to talk about this now," Nangong Xianyue said sternly, "Just focus on dealing with them."

Qiao Yisha looked down at the wound on her lower abdomen that was gushing blood. The butterfly knife in her hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. She twitched her lips weakly and said, "Master, I can't get out. If I don't ask, it will be too late."

Nangong Xianyue turned his head and looked at her. The girl's face was pale, her hair was stuck to her forehead with cold sweat, and her body was staggering.

"I'm telling you now, you have to live with me. The helicopter will be here soon, do you hear me?" Nangong Xianyue shouted to her. He knew he couldn't wait any longer, so he made an offensive gesture.

Nangong Xianyue rushed forward. A wolf suddenly pounced on him. He raised his dagger and fiercely slashed the wolf's thick neck, shouting:

"Listen carefully, she is brave;"

"Awoo—" the wolf howled and fell heavily to the ground.

"Be strong;" He raised the dagger again and stabbed at the wolf that pounced on Joysa, but the wolf bit his arm hard. He endured the pain and hit the wolf's head hard with the torch. The moment the wolf let go, he stabbed at the wolf's heart, and another wolf fell down.

"Beautiful!" He hit the wolf's head hard with the torch. His chest heaved violently. He felt dizzy and almost dropped the torch. He immediately grabbed it with all his strength.

Behind her, Qiao Yisha burst into tears, her cheeks already covered with tears. She swayed and almost fell to the ground. She heard the man who was desperately fighting the wolves in front of her continue to shout:

"A girl who will never fall down easily."

That’s enough. Even if she was lied to, she would die without regrets.

Her stomach, which had not eaten a grain of rice for several days, felt as if it was burning on fire, and she was suffering from wounds of varying sizes, which were so painful that she felt numb. But she suddenly felt that she had strength. Qiaosha cut off the hem of her clothes and tied it around the wound. Holding the butterfly knife, she rushed into the wolf pack with all her strength and fought side by side with Nangong Xianyue.

When the last wolf fell, the sky gradually turned pale. Joysa's butterfly knife slipped from her hand. She looked towards the east and murmured, "It's dawn."

The sound of a helicopter whirring could be heard in the sky, and the weeds were blown all over the place.

"Young Master... Young Master..." Zhuang Qianchen heard Qiao Yisha talking in her sleep, so he lowered his head to listen.

"Tsk tsk, I call you A Yue even in my dreams." He said to Nangong Jinxing beside him.

Nangong Jinxing glared at him, "Isn't this the way it should be? If not me, should I call you brother?"

Zhuang Qianchen shrugged, "Not impossible."

"Stop joking. It's already the whole afternoon. Why hasn't she woken up yet?" Nangong Jinxing asked worriedly.

"almost."

When Qiaosha heard the voice, she opened her eyes and subconsciously looked for the man in her dream in the living room, but he was not there.

"Oh, you're awake," Nangong Jinxing sat down beside the bed, "How are you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Qiao Yisha shook her head, "Much better, I'm sorry to have made you worry, miss."

Zhuang Qianchen stepped forward and said, "Did you remember something? You fainted from the shock."

Qiao Yisha hummed, "I remembered some things, but I haven't fully recovered yet."

Zhuang Qianchen walked to the sofa nearby and sat down, tapping away on his notebook. "Tell me what you think of, I need to record it."

Nangong Jinxing held Qiao Yisha's hand and shook it, "Do you remember me, Yisha?"

Qiaoisa smiled and finally understood why this unruly and arrogant young lady made an exception for her.

This young lady behaved strangely outside and offended many people.

Once she ran away from home in a fit of anger and was targeted by someone. The target found seven or eight desperate homeless people and planned to rape her and then kill her. When Nangong Jinxing was in despair, it was Qiao Yisha who found her and risked half her life to save her.

The final finishing work was naturally done by the Nangong family. They found the mastermind behind the scenes, but that family was nowhere to be found in Dongzhou.

"I remember now. Every time I finished a mission, you would take me out to play when you were free." Qiao Yisha said.

"That's right." Nangong Jinxing clapped his hands.

Zhuang Qianchen, who was typing away on his notebook, said casually, "Did you think of me?"

Qiao Yisha sneered: "You always call me Black Widow behind my back. Do you think I can't hear you?"