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

"You said they were all my size, but this ring is so much smaller." Joysa showed him her hand.

"Maybe they misread the size. Take it off and I'll have someone send it to get a new ring setting." Nangong Xianyue said, touching his nose.

Joysa pulled the ring hard, twisting it left and right, and her hands were red when she finally took it off.

"Hmph, I think it's a ring given to another woman, and it was accidentally brought to me." Joysa put the ring heavily back into the ring box on the dressing table.

"This ring is yours, there is no other woman."

It’s no wonder that she speaks a little capriciously now, it’s because Nangong Xianyue is used to her. Usually, no matter what she says, Nangong Xianyue would just say yes, yes, yes, promise.

So now, any little thing that doesn't go her way can be picked out by her.

"I don't believe it. You are such a young and handsome king. Not to mention concubines and maids, you can have women who like you all around Xizhou, right? How could you not have other women?"

It is normal for powerful men to have many women around them. Even if they don't have this intention, the temptation of one woman after another will be hard to resist over time.

Nangong Xianyue held her shoulders and said seriously, "You have been here for so many days, have you seen other women around me?"

"You don't spend much time in the palace except for sleeping, so how would I know..." When she said this, she suddenly felt something was wrong. What did it have to do with her? Why was she so jealous?

She reacted and brushed Nangong Xianyue's hand away: "What does it have to do with me? Why explain to me?"

"Aren't you jealous?" Nangong Xianyue smiled playfully, crossing her arms. "I'll be heartbroken if you start crying in hiding. You should explain it to our Isa."

"Why would I be jealous? I'm just being sentimental." She turned around and sat on the sofa, flipping open the book. Her heartbeat became chaotic, and she silently said in her heart: I am a married woman, I am a married woman, I am a married woman...

"Starting tomorrow, how about you come with me to handle official business and social events?" Nangong Xianyue walked over to her and sat down, "You can see if there is any woman around me, and accompany me so that we can exchange feelings."

"Who wants to communicate with you about feelings? I won't go. Besides, if there is, there is. I don't care." She lowered her head and flipped through the book.

"You really don't care?" Nangong Xianyue lifted her chin, and his light grey pupils locked onto her captivatingly.

Qiao Yisha looked at him for a while, then looked away, "Why should I care? We have nothing to do with each other, and I am not yours."

Nangong Xianyue didn't argue with her about this topic anymore, otherwise they would quarrel again, but asked: "Do you want to go out?"

Qiao Yisha thought he was letting her go, so she put down the book and nodded anxiously, "I do, of course I do. Have you finally figured it out and are you willing to let me go?"

Nangong Xianyue shook her head slowly: "No, I'll take you out to play," and then asked, "Are you feeling depressed after being here for so many days?"

Qiao Yisha's hope was dashed, and she turned her eyes back to the book. "I am really feeling very pent up, but I don't want to go out with you."

"Your sister Rosine is going too."

She glared at him: "Didn't you say you can't threaten me?"

"I just told you that she wants to go out and play. If you don't go, she will have to stay in the palace so that she can accompany you anytime." Nangong Xianyue told her seriously.

Joysa snorted in response.

For the next ten days, Nangong Xianyue was very busy and could hardly sleep for more than three hours a day. Qiao Yisha could hardly see him. She felt a little strange, but mostly happy because she could sleep peacefully since Nangong Xianyue was not in the bedroom.

In fact, she had been sleeping in the same bed with Nangong Xianyue these days. Nangong Xianyue really kept his promise and had not done anything else except hugging her occasionally, but she still felt a little uncomfortable.

Late that night, Qiu Yi came to the bedroom and, like the previous few days, told her that Nangong Xianyue would be back very late and asked her to rest first.

She waved her hand nonchalantly, meaning that she understood.

Qiu Yi did not retreat, but stood where he was, hesitating to speak: "Sister Yisha..."

Qiao Yisha was rummaging through the jewelry, trying to see which one would be convenient to take with her. Seeing him like this, she asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"Do you have anything to say to the young master?" Qiu Yi asked.

"What can I say?" She was a little confused.

"Young Master has been so busy these days that he can hardly sleep, just to make time to take you out for fun..."

Qiao Yisha paused after hearing this and continued to look at the gem necklace in her hand: "I didn't say I wanted to go out and play. He asked for trouble himself. Why did he tell me what to do?"

Qiu Yiwei sighed unnoticed. Four years ago, it was Nangong Xianyue who did not appreciate Qiao Yisha's kindness. Four years later, the situation was reversed and Qiao Yisha did not appreciate Nangong Xianyue's kindness.

"The young master means well after all. I hope you can pay more attention to him." Qiu Yi said nervously. If it backfired, he would be doing more harm than good.

It turned out that he came to speak well of Nangong Xianyue. Qiao Yisha shook her head: "I have nothing to say. He kidnapped me here. I would be crazy to care about him. You go, I want to rest."

As expected, it was of no help... Qiu Yi shook his head helplessly and left the bedroom.

Joysa put down the jewel necklace, stood up and walked towards the big bed covered with a silk quilt inside the fence. The maid behind her stopped outside the fence and watched her lie down.

The curtains were closed, not a single light could get in, and the wall lamp emitted a warm, dim glow.

She closed her eyes warmly. The maid watched for a while not far away. Seeing that she fell asleep, she turned off the only wall lamp and walked out quietly. The servant at the door closed the two heavy wooden doors with exquisite carvings, and the bedroom was dark and quiet.

Not long after, Joysa, who was sleeping on the big bed, suddenly frowned and shook her head uneasily, as if she was trapped in a nightmare, making her want to struggle but unable to extricate herself.

The dream was like a black and white movie, with frames flashing by...

Fireplace...fireworks...dance...snow...

The ring that slipped off the floor just before I put it on...

So familiar, such a warm scene, why is it filled with despair, she thought.

But then it was pitch dark again...

In her dream, she wanted to stand up and turn on the light, but her body was out of control and she fell as soon as her feet touched the ground. She tried again and again, but could not stand up. She hid in a corner, her legs covered with bruises. The darkness made her not know where she was, and despair gradually eroded her.

She struggled harder and harder on the big bed, her fists clenched tightly, her brows furrowed deeply. After a few minutes, she seemed to have finally broken free from the nightmare. She suddenly opened her eyes, but it was still dark and she could not see anything.

No...I must still be dreaming...

She took a deep breath and quickly closed her eyes, trying to fall asleep again, but she became more and more awake.

She opened her eyes, but still couldn't see her hand in front of her face.

The lights in the palace had been on almost non-stop since she arrived, and were on for 24 hours a day, even when the moonlight outside the window was blocked at night. This was the first time she was in a palace engulfed by darkness, but she was now overcome by panic, her thoughts gradually becoming confused, and she didn't know where she was.

Her breathing became rapid, her eyes were wet, her lips were pale and she spoke with difficulty: "Is there... anyone?"