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

Joysa lived a dull life in Area C. When she had nothing to do, she watered the flowers, painted, and learned to cook some simple dishes. Although they were far from delicious, they were enough to fill her stomach without having to go out often to find food.

"Xiao Tingtian, your mommy asked you to bring food again? Come in quickly." She opened the door that was knocked, and a little girl holding a lunch box was standing at the door.

"Sister Isa, this is the sushi my mom made." Ting Tian put the beautiful lunch box on the table when she entered the house. She would come to visit Qiao Isa's house every now and then, sometimes to play with her, sometimes to bring her food. In short, because of this little girl, she was much happier and less lonely.

"Thank you mommy baby for me," she touched the little girl's head, "Play here for a while, and take some home when your sister finishes the cake."

"Uh... okay, Sister Isa." Ting Tian was thankful in her heart that she was not asked to eat here. When she brought the food home, she would let Mommy eat it all, because the food cooked by Sister Isa was really terrible.

Qiao Yisha was busy in the kitchen. Ting Tian walked to the easel and saw a nearly finished painting on it. The man in the painting was wearing a black and gold suit. He had three-dimensional facial features, narrow eyes, slightly messy black hair, and slightly parted red lips. He looked overall elegant and domineering, with a strong aura.

"Sister Isa, is this your boyfriend?" Ting Tian asked Qiao Isa who was studying a recipe.

"Ah? What boyfriend..." She raised her head and looked at the painting in front of Tingtian.

"This is just a casual drawing by my sister...it's not my boyfriend." She waved her hand to deny it.

"My dad can also draw, but he only draws me and mommy. He said that only people he likes can appear in his paintings. Aren't you the same, sister?" Tingtian asked her innocently.

"Uh...your daddy is right."

"So you like to draw the brother above, right?" Ting Tian covered her mouth and smiled.

"Yes, baby, you are so smart." She gave a thumbs up.

"This brother is so handsome, as handsome as sister Isa." Tingtian looked at the person in the painting with amazement in her eyes.

"Our baby Tingtian is also very beautiful." She cut the cake into pieces, put it in a box, and decorated it with some fruits.

"Hehe," Tingtian smiled happily. As expected, no matter how old a girl is, she will be in a good mood when she is praised for being pretty. "Then won't this brother come to live with you? It's so pitiful to let sister Yisha stay at home alone every day. Only Tingtian is here to accompany her sister."

Qiao Yisha closed the cake box and looked at the clock on the wall after hearing what Ting Tian said. He should be with Ning Wanrou at this time. She replied, "Because I'm not familiar with this brother, I just have a one-sided love for him."

"Unrequited love? What does that mean?" Ting Tian looked confused.

"You'll know later. The cake is ready, baby, take it." Joysa handed over the small cake box.

Tingtian took it and held the box by the handle. She could actually smell the fragrance. Could it be that Sister Yisha’s cooking skills have improved? She thought that maybe she could try it this time. “Then Sister, I’ll go home first. Thank you for the cake.”

"Okay, drive slowly, baby." Joysa opened the door and warned.

There are few residents in Xipo Cottage, and Tingtian's home is less than a hundred meters away from Qiao Yisha's home, so Qin Li is very confident that she can visit Qiao Yisha's home alone.

She watched Tingtian enter the house before closing the door. The air was filled with the aroma of cake. This was the only food she knew how to cook. Although she was not very skilled at it, it was much better than the others.

She had never cooked for more than 20 years. She only made a small cake with the help of the servants on Nangong Xianyue's birthday one year. However, Nangong Xianyue's birthday party was very grand and there were many guests. By the time he finished the party, it was already past midnight, so the cake naturally had no chance to be delivered to him.

She picked up a piece of cake with a fork and put it into her mouth. The taste of fruit mixed with cream was sweet but not greasy, and quite delicious.

After eating the cake, she looked at her phone and saw that it was the end of the month.

Moti sent her the location and asked her to remember to attend their housewarming party, repeatedly emphasizing that she must go.

She replied: [Don't worry, I will definitely be there. ]

That day, the weather was fine and the weather was nice. She wore a relatively formal black dress and a pair of seven-centimeter high heels. Her hair was tied up with a few strands of hair hanging by her ears. She set off for Moti and Bai Qinghe's home.

Well, since the house belongs to both of them, they live together, and it is also called their home.

After driving for four hours, the road ahead gradually became familiar. The bustling streets and gorgeous decorations all told her that she was back in Area A.

She followed the navigation and drove to the door of the detached villa. Because there was a security booth at the door, she couldn't go in directly, so she called Moti. Moti was very excited when she received the call. It was a little noisy on the other end of the phone, so there must be a lot of people.

In less than ten minutes, a fiery red figure rushed to Qiao Yisha and hugged her, "Ahhhhhhh, boss, I missed you so much."

"Let go, I'll do my hair." Qiao Yisha also smiled happily, but she was still concerned about the hair she had done early in the morning.

"Oh, I'm so excited." Moti still had her big fiery red wavy hair, but today she wore an equally fiery red slim dress. She looked charming and flamboyant, with a curvy figure, more stunning than usual.

"Don't call me boss, just call me by my name," said Joysa.

"Okay, Isa."

"You look so beautiful today." She praised from the bottom of her heart.

"Thank you," Moti led her in. When they passed the security booth, she said to the security guard inside, "Remember my good sister Isa's face. Next time she comes, just let her in. Don't stop her outside. And ask someone to park her car in the underground garage."

"Okay, Miss Moti."

"You are very beautiful too, Issa," she looked at Qiao Yisha in a black dress, light makeup and red lips, charming but not seductive, cold but noble. Suddenly she smiled wickedly and joked, "If I were the young master, and had such a beautiful woman by my side, I would definitely not let her go..." As she said that, she put her red lips in front of Qiao Yisha and wanted to kiss her. Qiao Yisha immediately dodged and jogged all the way. Moti chased after her. The two beautiful and slender figures laughed all the way to the villa.

Upstairs, two cold eyes were watching this scene, and the doll-like faces were now filled with gloom. "I knew that Moti would definitely call this bitch to come on such an important day."

There was another girl standing next to her. She wasn't very beautiful, but she looked very comfortable. She was wearing a white halter dress. Her face had a faint expression and her facial features were non-aggressive. She was like a white magnolia, fresh and elegant.

"Is that the previous leader, Joysa?" she said softly.

"Yes, chief." Awu answered respectfully to the gentle and harmless-looking woman in front of him.

Mu En nodded slowly, "I see." She smiled.

"What?" Awu asked puzzledly.

"Don't you think this woman looks a bit like the woman next to cousin Nangong?"

The last time Awu saw Nangong Xianyue was when she reported on the mission. As for the woman next to him, she only took a quick glance at her last time and thought that the woman was quite good-looking, but she couldn't remember clearly. She also didn't notice her because she was afraid.

"This... means that the young master has always treated her as a substitute, so he drove her away after he had that woman?" Awu almost laughed out loud when she said this. She was too miserable.