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

Qiao Yisha woke up from her dream, gasping for breath, raised her hand and touched her face, which was full of tears. She remembered the last scene in her dream, the dagger stabbed straight into Nangong Xianyue's heart.

She didn't bother to wipe her tears. She got out of bed and turned on the computer. The content in front of her made her amber pupils tremble. The ending changed. On the day of Long Junshen and Ning Wanrou's wedding, Nangong Xianyue committed suicide in Fowles Garden and fell on the retro wooden piano that Ning Wanrou and he had played together.

She covered her mouth in surprise, unable to believe it. How could such a ridiculous thing happen?

With trembling fingers, she opened the comments section. She thought she would hear wailing, but unexpectedly, she was shocked again. No, it should be described as shocking.

All the comments, thousands and tens of thousands of them, all became the same: Please grant Nangong Xianyue the love of her heart.

She couldn't believe it and scrolled to the bottom, where all the comments from a few months ago turned into this sentence.

Is this a mysterious incident? She took the phone and was about to make a call when the phone popped up, with the message "Editor Li Shu" displayed on it.

She quickly picked up the phone, but before she could say anything, a middle-aged man's voice came from the receiver: "Your ending is very clever, Isa! The number of hits has been increasing, and the number of online searches is also increasing."

"It's not me! I wanted to call you and ask." Joysa explained.

"What? Someone else changed it for you?" Li Shu didn't understand what she meant.

"No, I woke up like this. I never touched the novel again after I finished it."

"This... this is ridiculous! Could it be..." Li Shu's voice doubled in volume, "Someone has stolen your account."

"..." If she hadn't had that dream, she might have thought her account had been hacked, but now, she had to think about it in the fantasy sense.

"Check quickly to see if your account has been stolen. Change your password immediately to avoid any accidents." Li Shu reminded her.

Qiao Yisha looked at the comments that were all identical, wondering why the editor didn't care about this issue, so she said, "It wasn't hacked. Also, didn't you notice that the comments had changed?"

Li Shu: “Yes.”

"Aren't you surprised?"

"What's so strange about this? The ending has changed, so it's normal for the comments to change."

She listened suspiciously and asked Li Shu to take screenshots of a few pages of the comment section for her to see.

Li Shu sent it to her, and she clicked on it. She was stunned for a moment. The screenshots Li Shu sent showed that everything was normal in the comment section. The comments were all different. Some people were wailing, some were throwing flowers, and some were cursing. It was completely different from what she saw.

She opened her own account again and read the comments section from beginning to end, and it was still all the same: "Please grant Nangong Xianyue the love of her heart."

what happened?

"I want to change the ending." Qiao Yisha said on the phone, Nangong Xianyue must not die.

"Don't do that. You know how big of an impact it will have! Besides, there has never been a book that changes the ending half a year after it was completed. You change it again and again! You're going to drive your readers crazy!" Li Shu said anxiously.

Qiao Yisha: "I know the consequences, but I didn't change the ending. I don't know how it became like this. I must change it back."

"Don't, ancestor... don't be impulsive..." Before Li Shu could finish his words, Qiao Yisha hung up the phone, put on her glasses and rushed to the computer.

She still doesn't believe that she really saw Nangong Xianyue. Until today, she thought it was just a dream.

She deleted the new ending and copied the original manuscript. When she was posting it, it kept saying the system was busy, and she clicked the mouse many times in a hurry.

The system had been busy for half an hour, so she simply pressed the restart button, but the screen still did not respond.

She stared at the screen for a long time, and finally the screen went completely black, but a big white "3" appeared in the middle, and then "2"...

The computer went completely haywire.

"1"

Qiaoisha stared at the computer screen until the white "1" disappeared and turned into a red warning!

"Warning!" a cold mechanical female voice sounded.

"warn!"

"System failure, dimensional wall rupture..."

The sound doesn't seem to come from a computer.

"Warning! System failure, dimensional wall ruptured, Qiao Yisha, please make a decision quickly, save Nangong Xianyue or maintain the status quo."

Qiaosha was stunned. This voice came from her mind.

"Qiao Yisha, please make a decision quickly, save Nangong Xianyue or maintain the status quo."

The cold female voice urged her again and again.

"3"

The cold mechanical female voice sounded again.

"2"

Time was running out, so she blurted out: "Save Nangong Xianyue!"

It was she who selfishly made Nangong Xianyue fall in love with someone else and then lost him. Even if she didn't know that Nangong Xianyue really existed, it was still her fault, wasn't it? She had the responsibility to save everything.

After she said this, she heard bursts of sharp sounds in her ears. She covered her ears and shook her head frantically to get rid of the sounds. Finally, the decibels reached the highest level, and her eardrums and brain seemed to be about to burst. She finally couldn't bear it and fainted.

……

"Ms. Isa, wake up, Miss Isa..."

She opened her eyes and saw the person who had just shaken her. The girl was wearing an apron and a headscarf. She should be a maid. When she saw Qiao Yisha woke up, she immediately took a few steps back and lowered her head. She didn't dare to look at her, and seemed to be very afraid of her.

She straightened up from the soft, sunken bed and looked around in confusion. She was in a very luxurious living room with thick velvet curtains, warm yellow lights outside the window frames, and the ceiling was carved with angels of different sizes. The decoration was luxurious and solemn, and it looked like a princess's room in a fairy tale book.

"Where is this?" Joysa asked coldly.

The servant was stunned and a little terrified, and answered with a trembling voice: "Miss Yisha, this is the Nangong family, Furth Garden, you... don't remember it?"

Joysa's mind went blank. This place seemed both strange and familiar to her. She couldn't even remember who she was.

"Miss Isa, the master asked me to come and see if you are awake. Now that you are awake, I will go out and report." The servant still lowered his head, slowly stepped back and turned to leave.

She lifted the snow-white quilt, got out of bed, walked to the dressing table, and looked at her appearance in the mirror. She was about twenty years old, with smooth and shiny black hair, very fair skin, a straight and delicate nose under her amber pupils, and a full and rosy mouth. She was a real beauty.

She tried hard to think about who she was, but every time she was about to grasp something, a sharp pain stopped her and she fell back onto the bed powerlessly.

Because she knew nothing, she felt extremely insecure. She hid back in the quilt, wrapped herself tightly, closed her eyes and tried hard to remember something.

There was a sudden knock on the door. She opened her eyes abruptly, sat up, and shouted to the door vigilantly, "Who?"

The person outside the door didn't respond to her, but just pushed the door open and came in.

She stared at the door with her eyes open. A slender figure stepped towards her. He was a tall and handsome man in a wrinkle-free black suit. He had narrow eyes, thin lips, and skin that was so pale that there was not a trace of blood. Against the backdrop of the dark purple living room, he looked like a vampire.

She looked at the man in front of her and felt that he was very familiar, but she couldn't remember who he was. The sadness in her heart became heavier for no reason, accompanied by fear. She tried hard to suppress this feeling.

Qiaoisha opened her mouth, not knowing what to say, and could only look at him blankly.

The man spoke first, his voice was gentle and smiling but without any warmth: "The servant reported that you seem to have lost your memory."