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

Miss Isa didn't survive the snow and she died. On the wedding day of Mr. and Mrs. Long, no one knew whether the heavy snow was a lamentation or a celebration.

She died in the young master's arms. When we saw it, the young master was still holding her, singing a song we couldn't understand, his face full of tears and his eyes full of grief.

Miss Jinxing burst into tears, and I cried too. Everyone present cried. Anyone who saw this scene would be moved.

I still find it incredible that Miss Isa and the young master's love story was so eventful and bizarre, involving past and present lives, crossing time and space, and was so passionate. But I don't think either of them regretted anything, they were both happy to have met each other, even if this happiness did not last long.

We all miss Miss Isa. She used to say harsh words but she never really hurt me. Instead, she was very kind to me.

She knew that I liked money and always gave me money and expensive jewelry. When she was seriously ill, she gave me almost all her jewelry in bits and pieces.

But I no longer had the excitement I had before. It turned out that I was not happy being Madam Nangong's maid.

The young master held her body for a whole day and night, without speaking, eating or drinking. If anyone tried to get close to him, he would yell at them to get out. He just held Miss Isa's body tightly, with empty eyes and tears flowing. It was the first time I saw a man love another person so deeply.

The young master personally gave Miss Isa a bath and changed her into a clean white dress.

She was placed in a spacious ice coffin, which was placed in the center of the hall. The hall was the one they had used to hold dances and the unfinished wedding, but this time it became a memorial service and the musicians played funeral music.

The ice coffin was surrounded by white roses placed there by the servants, which made her face look beautiful and pure.

The young master went from holding her in a daze to looking at her in the ice coffin in a daze, sitting there for the entire day.

During that period, Firth Garden was open to the public because the news of Madam Nangong's death had caused a sensation throughout Dongzhou. People kept coming to mourn Miss Isa. In addition to some celebrities who had business dealings with the family, there were also Mr. Zhu Qingsi, Mr. and Mrs. Long Junshen, Bai Qinghe and Moti, Awu, Xue Ren, and even Yun Qi and Mr. Yinfeng.

They all wore black and came to the memorial service in silence.

A few days later, fewer and fewer people came, and the young master was still like a sculpture, not crying, making a fuss, or talking. Mr. Qiu Yi, Miss Jinxing and I were worried about the young master's health, so we decided to take a tough stance and persuade him to eat and rest. However, he seemed to cheer up, but just stopped talking.

Although we were a little surprised, we were more happy because at least Miss Isa wouldn't be so anxious watching us from the sky.

Soon, all the light strips in Firth Garden were turned off, white candles were lit everywhere, and the servants' uniforms were all changed to black and white.

All the flowers of various varieties and colors in the garden were dug up and replaced with white roses. The Falls Garden lost its color and its former vitality, replaced by solemnity.

The young master was afraid that the servants would be scared if Miss Isa's body was left in Firth Garden. After all, not everyone loved Miss Isa as much as he did, and he didn't want people to be afraid of her.

So he ordered people to clear an oak forest beside the private road and worked day and night to build a villa not far from Firth Garden, probably because he was afraid that Miss Isa would not be able to find her way home.

The villa is not big, but it is luxurious, warm, and magnificent. It is decorated according to Miss Isa's preferences. She likes everything gorgeous.

An ice room was specially built inside, and he placed Miss Isa there and had guards watch over it, not allowing anyone except him to approach.

He said Isha was afraid of the dark and couldn't be buried underground.

When Miss Isa was taken to the villa in the forest by the hearse, many servants came out to see her off. The eagle that had been circling for several months had appeared more and more frequently recently, and Mr. Zhu Qingsi cried really loudly.

The young master has been in the villa in the forest for half a month and has not returned. He usually spends the most time there except when he is in the group, but this time he stayed for too long. Miss Jinxing was worried and asked me and Mr. Qiu Yi to go over and take a look.

When we arrived near the villa, we saw the fire reflected in the villa. That scene made Mr. Qiu Yi and I change our expressions drastically.

The young master committed suicide for love.

Mr. Qiu Yi said that when they rushed in, the curtains were almost burned clean, and the young master was slumped on the ground, leaning against the ice coffin with his eyes closed.

It turned out that the young master had never cheered up, or rather, he was not cheering up during this period, but was doing the finishing work without telling anyone.

Fortunately, we rescued the young master. The young master and Miss Isa were not engulfed by the flames. He just fainted due to inhaling too much smoke.

When he woke up he had a tantrum at us, the most out of control I'd seen him have in all my time at Falls.

He blamed us for stopping him from going to see Miss Isa, and the entire living room, except for the painting of Miss Isa, was smashed to pieces.

The young master started drinking heavily and became extremely decadent. No one could persuade him to stop. He drank until he vomited blood and fainted. Even Dr. Zhuang couldn't help but scold him.

In desperation, I gave a recorder to the young master. Miss Isa told me not to take it out unless the young master was really upset. She said it three times, I must, must, must remember it.

I have always kept it in mind and never brought it out easily.

I told the young master that the recorder contained what Miss Isa said, and his eyes seemed to light up again, and he almost snatched the recorder away.

He turned on the play button with trembling hands, and Miss Isa's gentle voice sounded after a long time.

"Nangong Xianyue, when you get this recorder, I should be gone. Don't be sad for too long. Cheer up and be the calm and dignified castle owner you used to be."

"Thank you for appearing in my dreams during my lonely life, to accompany me and love me. There is no one else as good as you in the world."

Miss Isa's voice sounded choked in the recorder. In fact, she was already crying while recording.

"In that world, I had no friends, no family, and no lover. After you appeared in my dream, I had friends, family, and a lover, but I still thought it was all a dream, and even suspected that I was sick and had hallucinations..."

"Folse Garden is like my spiritual world. Even if I am sick, I have you, friends, food, and family. I want to stay sick greedily."

"I don't regret anything I've been through. This is all the punishment I deserve. The only thing I regret is making you suffer. I came here just to let you live, Nangong Xianyue, live for me."

"Even if the possibility of us meeting again is very small, please wait for me. Maybe one day in the future, I will go to your world again. When that time comes, don't let me miss you empty-handed."

As expected, the only person who could persuade the young master was Miss Isa. After getting the recorder, he cheered up, started eating three meals a day, started exercising, and started to maintain his health. He said that he was afraid that when his little Isa came back, he would be an old man, and even then he wanted to be a handsome old man.

Later, the King of Xizhou died suddenly. The young master could no longer refuse, so he went to the villa in the forest to say goodbye to Miss Isa. He took the recorder and wedding ring and boarded the plane to Xizhou. He took over as the new king of Xizhou, and Mr. Qiu Yi followed closely.

Miss Jinxing and Mr. Lan Yu'an arrived in Beizhou a few days ago. The backbone of the Firth Garden was suddenly taken away, and it became a huge, gorgeous and deserted shell.

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"Miss Housekeeper, is the person in this painting the famous Madam Nangong from Dongzhou? She is so beautiful."

The new servant in the garden said this to me. I looked at the huge oil painting hanging on the wall of the hall. The beautiful woman in the painting was dressed in gorgeous clothes, with pink diamonds shining between her crossed fingers, hazy amber pupils, and a faint curve at the corner of her mouth, just as lively and charming as she was when she was still here.

"Yes."

This is my fourth year as the garden steward at Falls.