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

Under Nangong Xianyue's charming smile, a hint of embarrassment appeared on her face. Her eyes wandered and her body unconsciously moved towards the quilt, trying to hide herself.

However, just as she was about to curl up in the quilt, a big hand suddenly grabbed her wrist.

Before she could react, an irresistible force pulled her into a warm embrace. Her body was pressed against a solid chest. The warmth instantly spread throughout her body like an electric current, and her heartbeat instantly accelerated.

Then, his slightly cool lips gently kissed her lips.

The kiss was as light as a feather, yet full of endless temptation. Her eyes widened and she was at a loss for a moment. Her mind went blank, and she was shocked by this sudden intimate gesture.

She forgot how to react for a moment and clenched her fists tightly. Her strong self-control made her raise her hand and try to push the person in front of her away. As soon as she raised her hand, Nangong Xianyue had already stepped back.

"You..." Qiaoisha bit her lip and glared at him.

"It's not that I want to break the contract, I'm just worried that little Isa will fall asleep feeling lost." His narrow eyes were full of teasing.

"Who's lost." Qiao Yisha snorted coldly and lay down in the bed with her back to him. Then the man next to her also lay down, hugged her from behind, his arms across her waist, and felt a reassuring body temperature on her back.

In the past half month, every time Nangong Xianyue came back in the middle of the night, he would hold her in this position until she fell asleep, and then go out to work again at dawn.

Qiaoisha lay motionless with her eyes closed. Soon, the man behind her began to breathe evenly and sounded like he was asleep.

He fell asleep so quickly, it seemed that he was really tired these days.

She turned over gently and faced Nangong Xianyue. Under the dim light, his closed eyes looked even narrower and longer, his eyelashes were thick, his thin red lips were slightly pursed, and there was a faint dark blue under his eyes, making him look a little tired.

He stayed up late for so many days in a row just to squeeze out time to take her out for fun. When Qiao Yisha thought about this, she felt a little bitter. What was the point of doing so much? She still had to go back to Zhongzhou...

When she woke up, the warmth beside her was gone. Nangong Xianyue didn't know when she went to work. After washing up and having breakfast as usual, she paced around bored and walked to the front hall. The two maids followed her closely.

There is a screen in the lobby, taking up half of the wall, which is broadcasting a live news interview.

Qiao Yisha was sitting on the sofa, drinking coffee. She glanced casually and saw the words "The Youngest and Richest King of the Five Continents - Nangong Xianyue" at the bottom.

Her hand paused. It turned out that it was an interview with Nangong Xianyue. She was holding the cup and looking at the big screen.

The reporter first said a few words, which roughly meant that he would be interviewing His Majesty for ten minutes, and that he was very honored and excited. He also said that he had already thought of what questions he would ask His Majesty, so everyone should wait and see.

Due to the special reasons of the big screen, Qiao Yisha could not see the barrage, so she didn't know the number of people online and the rapidly running barrage.

If you watch it on a mobile phone, you can see that there are too many comments on the screen causing blurry images, which shows how popular and loved this young king is in Xizhou.

Two minutes later, a figure suddenly moved in front of the sofa chair that had been empty on the screen, and then the person sat down in the chair elegantly and gentlemanly.

He was wearing a black suit, with his fingers clasped together on his crossed long legs. His posture was elegant and gentlemanly, with a faint smile on his lips. His temperament was cold, but his aura was strong and could not be ignored.

The male reporter originally wanted to shake hands with His Majesty the King, but the moment he met his gray eyes, the inadvertent feeling of oppression made him dare not make this request at all. He could only bow slightly to Nangong Xianyue and greet him.

Nangong Xianyue nodded slightly, and the reporter sat on another chair and began the interview.

"Your Majesty, how old are you?"

"Twenty-nine." He smiled.

"I heard that you have been training in East Continent since you were young, and returned to West Continent before ascending the throne. Is that true?"

"No, I spent as much time in Xizhou as I did in Dongzhou, but few people knew me back then, and no one noticed me on the street."

Nangong Xianyue knew that he could not say that he had never been to Xizhou before he ascended the throne, otherwise people would doubt his ability. How could a person who had never been to Xizhou become king?

"On behalf of all the people of Xizhou, I would like to ask Your Majesty, when will we have a queen?"

He smiled and said, "I will marry my queen back to the palace as soon as possible."

"Wow, has your majesty already chosen someone?"

He smiled but said nothing.

When Qiaosha saw this, her heart started pounding. He was talking about... was he talking about her? Then she thought, don't be so conceited, he might be talking about some other woman. She didn't know him well, so it was difficult for her to tell the truth of what he said.

"Then, Your Majesty, have you ever had a deep and unforgettable love?"

When Joysa heard this question, she leaned forward uncontrollably, clearly interested.

"Yes." He replied.

"What kind of woman is she?"

Nangong Xianyue pondered, as if recalling something, and then replied: "She is beautiful and powerful, almost omnipotent. She is very cold to everyone, including herself, but she is gentle as water to me. I once hoped that she could pay more attention to herself, even if she ignored me a little..."

"It can be seen that you loved each other very much at that time. Can you tell us more about your story?"

Nangong Xianyue smiled and said nothing more.

The reporter understood what was happening and immediately asked another question, "Your Majesty, has anyone bribed you since you ascended the throne, or have you bribed anyone else?"

"Indeed, since I ascended the throne, many people have tried to bribe me, but nothing can bribe me." Nangong Xianyue replied with a nonchalant smile.

"Oh? So that means you bribed someone?"

"Do you think there is anything I need to bribe others to accomplish?" Nangong Xianyue asked calmly.

The reporter looked into his calm eyes but almost broke into a cold sweat and immediately ended the topic.

"Many people are curious about what your majesty was doing before he ascended the throne."

"you guess."

"Well... I always feel that Your Majesty is omnipotent and can do anything. I can't imagine it." The reporter flattered him.

"Killer."

"Ah?" The reporter was stunned.

"Before I took the throne, I was a killer."

"Hahahaha... Thank you, Your Majesty, for your dry joke. It added a more exciting effect to the end of our interview today..."

Qiaoisha stared blankly at the man on the screen. In this interview, he was concise and used the shortest words to deal with the reporter. Only when he talked about the woman did he say the longest paragraph in the entire interview.

Beautiful, powerful, and omnipotent, there is no word that can describe her. She certainly would not be so self-indulgent as to think that Nangong Xianyue was talking about her.

She couldn't help but wonder what kind of woman was like who could be described by Nangong Xianyue with these eight words.

When he answered the questions, his face was so serious and gentle. That woman must still occupy a very important place in his heart, she thought.

Since he had someone else in his heart, why did he come to provoke her? He also pretended to love her deeply, and was willing to break her engagement and bring her from Zhongzhou, thousands of miles away, to Xizhou.

He squeezed the cup in his hand tighter and tighter, and his expression became more ugly.

"Your Highness Isa... Your Highness Isa..."

The maid called out to her.

"Ah? What's wrong?" She came back to her senses.

"Would you like another refill of your coffee?" asked the maid.

"No need." Qiao Yisha put the cup on the coffee table and told the maid, "Prepare the car and go to His Highness Mogaxianer's palace."

"Yes." The maid bowed and walked out.

She was going to see Rosin.