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

On the soft sofa, the man said nothing, took a sip of the scarlet liquid in the cup, and smiled cruelly under the light, like a blood-drinking noble vampire.

"I thought you stopped Miss Jinxing to prevent her from hurting Miss Ning's child." The chill rose from Qiao Yisha's feet and gradually spread throughout her body. Did she personally bring Ning Wanrou from the abyss to hell?

"Long Junxian is simple-minded and the truth will be revealed sooner or later. Then Jinxing will also be implicated. Not letting her take action is just to protect her safety." Nangong Xianyue solved her doubts.

Qiao Yisha ran to the living room where Ning Wanrou was. The door was closed. She turned the handle and saw Zhuang Qianchen holding a syringe and grabbing the unconscious Ning Wanrou's hand...

"Stop." Joysa ran over and grabbed the syringe.

"Isa?" Zhuang Qianchen looked at her suspiciously: "What are you doing?"

"Don't touch the baby in her belly." Joysa pulled him aside and whispered.

"Is this your idea or A Yue's?" Zhuang Qianchen asked.

"I will explain to the young master, don't do anything yet." Qiao Yisha looked at Ning Wanrou lying on the bed, feeling a strong sense of guilt in her heart.

"This is not like you. Now that you have recovered some of your memories, you should have returned to being the cold-blooded and ruthless Qiao Yisha before. Why are you saving your rival's child?" Zhuang Qianchen couldn't understand her.

Qiao Yisha shook her head: "I don't know either. Don't worry about it for now. Just think of it as me changing my ways. Anyway, don't do it."

"What reason do you have to persuade Ah Yue to keep another man's child? Besides, it's Long Junshen's child."

"Can you give me half an hour? I'll go explain to him now and I'll definitely be able to convince him." Joysa pulled his sleeve and assured him.

Zhuang Qianchen raised his hand and glanced at his watch. "There is not that much time left. She will wake up soon. I will give you ten minutes at most. After ten minutes, if Ah Yue doesn't give in, I can only follow your orders."

Qiaoisha thanked him and hurried downstairs.

Zhuang Qianchen looked at the woman on the bed. She had thick black hair, curled eyelashes, and full lips. It was no exaggeration to say that she was stunningly beautiful. He couldn't help but feel sorry for her. Not to mention that Qiao Yisha was going to beg for mercy, even he was almost moved with sympathy, otherwise he would never agree to Qiao Yisha's request.

Small hall.

"I stopped Zhuang Qianchen." Qiao Yisha said to Nangong Xianyue, panting.

"Reason." Nangong Xianyue still looked nonchalant, playing with the retro metal lighter in his hand with his fingers, opening and closing it, making a 'ding' sound from time to time.

"She loves the child very much. Don't you care about her very much? If she knew that you took away her child, she would hate you." Qiao Yisha said word by word.

"Hate me?" Nangong Xianyue pondered over these two words in her mind. "It doesn't seem bad. It's like a passerby."

"Then you no longer have any chance." Seeing that Nangong Xianyue was still determined, Qiao Yisha became a little anxious.

"It's enough to get her. I don't think it would be good for me to keep her and Long Junshen's child."

"But that's an unborn life!" Joysa glanced at the clock and five minutes had passed.

"The reason is invalid. I have never been a soft-hearted person. You should be glad that I am in a good mood now, otherwise you would not be standing here." Nangong Xianyue looked at her with cold eyes.

"Is there no other way? Can't we just let her give birth to the baby and send her away?" Joysa took a step back in shock, and tried hard to find a way to keep the child.

Nangong Xianyue let out a low laugh from her throat, with a slight curve at the corner of her mouth, but there was no smile at all: "Little Yisha, I admit that you are a little more interesting now than before you lost your memory, but at this moment, you should obviously regain your previous unconditional obedience instead of trying to disobey me."

He stood up from the sofa and slowly walked towards Qiao Yisha. The sense of oppression gradually approached. He raised his hand to clamp Qiao Yisha's chin and looked straight at her: "You know, this is not good for you."

Qiao Yisha closed her eyes, then opened them again, turned her head away from the pale hand, and said, "Master, many things are irreversible once they have happened."

Nine minutes.

Having failed, she stopped arguing and turned back to Ning Wanrou's living room, where Zhuang Qianchen had already prepared the medicine.

He held the syringe between his fingers, pressing with his thumb to squeeze out the excess air inside. Seeing Qiao Yisha's expression, he knew that it had failed, and said, "Why bother? Ah Yue never changes what she wants to do easily."

Qiao Yisha did not respond to him. She looked at Ning Wanrou with her eyes closed on the big bed. She hoped very much that she could wake up at this moment. Now, only she could save herself.

Zhuang Qianchen grabbed Ning Wanrou's hand and smeared alcohol on the back of her hand. Qiao Yisha turned her eyes away and stopped looking. She was struggling in her heart whether to rush over to stop him. But she could stop him for a while, not forever. At the same time, she shouted in her heart, Wake up! Ning Wanrou! Wake up!

"Get out of here, what do you want to do!"

Ning Wanrou, who was in a coma, sensed that something might happen to the child. She opened her eyes suddenly and saw Zhuang Qianchen preparing to give her an injection. When the cold needle touched her skin, she subconsciously pulled her hand back and knocked away the syringe. The sharp needle left a bloody mark on the back of her hand.

Qiao Yisha's tense nerves finally relaxed. She breathed a sigh of relief and walked forward with a normal expression: "You're awake."

"Isa, tell me, how is my child?" Ning Wanrou frowned and held her hand tightly.

"Don't worry, your child is safe," Joysa comforted her.

"Then why did you give me the injection just now?" Ning Wanrou asked Zhuang Qianchen, who was wearing a white coat.

"It's just ordinary glucose," Zhuang Qianchen replied casually, "Since you're awake, I'll go report to our young master."

Qiao Yisha picked up the alcohol cotton with tweezers and said, "Your hand is cut. Let me help you disinfect it."

Ning Wanrou then noticed that the back of her hand was stinging and bleeding: "Thank you."

Zhuang Qianchen, who was standing by, went downstairs to report to Nangong Xianyue: "Ms. Ning suddenly woke up early, and we didn't have time to inject the medicine."

"How is her physical condition now?" asked Nangong Xianyue.

"It's just a little overtired, nothing serious."

upstairs.

"Isa, where is your young master? I should thank him in person." Ning Wanrou said.

"he……"

"How are you going to thank me?" Nangong Xianyue stepped in from outside, and a cold voice rang out.

Ning Wanrou looked at the person who came. He had a noble and elegant temperament, with flowing and shiny black hair. His handsome face was looking at her with a smile. She had to say, although she had long been numb to handsome guys after looking at Long Junshen's three-dimensional handsome face every day, the person in front of her still amazed her.

"Hello, Mr. Nangong, just tell me, as long as I can do it, I will definitely try my best to do it."

"Including getting rid of this child?" Nangong Xianyue smiled with narrowed eyes, as if asking her if she had eaten.

"Are you crazy? What good will this do for you? I warn you not to have any ideas about my child." Ning Wanrou was shocked by what he said and looked at him with gritted teeth.

Nangong Xianyue shrugged nonchalantly: "I am a person who will never let go of any grudge. He gave me a bullet, so I made him lose a child. It's reasonable."