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

Moti in the hall asked Bai Qinghe curiously, "What's wrong? What's the matter that can't wait for me to come back?"

"As is over there, let them talk." Bai Qinghe sighed secretly. He didn't know what happened between them. Zhu Qingsi had been in a bad mood since the phone call. Although he felt that the possibility of the two of them being together was very small, he didn't want to see them being so awkward.

After using the bathroom, Qiao Yisha stood at the sink at the door to wash her hands. She felt someone coming behind her and thought it was someone washing their hands, so she didn't pay much attention. It wasn't until she finished washing her hands and looked up that she saw a familiar face in the mirror and was stunned.

The man was leaning against the wall. It had only been half a month since they last saw each other, but the immaturity on his face seemed to have faded a lot, his jawline gradually became clearer, his usually messy hair was now tied up very formally, revealing his full forehead. He was wearing a black suit with two buttons of his shirt unbuttoned, looking suave. It was Zhu Qingsi. He crossed his arms and stared at her in the mirror, his eyes dark and unclear.

Qiao Yisha nodded slightly at him, revealing a faint and distant smile. She said such a decisive thing last time, he probably didn't want to talk to her.

Zhu Qingsi raised his eyebrows, took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to her, asking her to wipe her hands. "Why? Now you won't even say a word to me?"

"You think too much." She didn't take the handkerchief, but took two pieces of tissue paper from the wooden box next to her.

Zhu Qingsi paused with the handkerchief in the air, then took it back, "I have no use for your money, and I won't use it either."

"If I give it to you, it's yours. It's up to you whether you want to use it or not." She smiled and tried to walk past him and go back to the hall. Zhu Qingsi grabbed her wrist and said, "Can't you even talk to me, Sister Yisha? What did I do wrong? You have to tell me and I'll change."

Of course he did nothing wrong, but she couldn't give him hope, let alone a response. Rather than dragging it out, it would be better to nip it in the bud. She tried to pull her hand free, but Zhu Qingsi held it tightly, his eyes locked on her. "Sister Yisha, it's impossible for you and the young master to be together. Why can't you look at me? I can treat you a thousand times or ten thousand times better than he does. I don't expect you to change your mind now. Give me a chance to pursue you, okay, Sister Yisha? At least don't hide from me and don't ignore my calls."

Qiao Yisha gave up struggling and let him hold her wrist. She pursed her lips and said, "Zhu Qingsi, some things are not that simple. I don't need to give you a chance. I can already predict the result. I won't like you. It's not your problem. You are very good. It's that Nangong Xianyue has left a deep mark in my heart in the past ten years. It can't be erased. Do you understand?"

Hearing her words, Zhu Qingsi unconsciously tightened his grip on her wrist, his eyes were sad, and his voice was low and hoarse: "How do you know if you don't try? Just think of it as giving me a chance, and giving yourself a chance to forget him, okay? Yisha, can I call you that?"

"Hiss..." Her wrist was pinched and she screamed in pain. Zhu Qingsi quickly let go of her hand, "I'm sorry." He gently held Qiao Yisha's hand, which was red. He felt so guilty that he gently rubbed it with his fingertips.

"It's okay," she pulled her hand back and adjusted her hair in front of the mirror. "Let's go out. If we stay here for too long, they will come looking for us."

"Isa, you haven't answered me yet, don't run away." Zhu Qingsi blocked her way, his broad chest blocking her.

"I've made it very clear. We can't have any other relationship than ordinary friends." She looked at him and said firmly. Zhu Qingsi looked at her red lips, which opened and closed, and looked salivating under the light of the bathroom. He completely ignored what she said, and couldn't hear anything, nor did he want to hear anything. The longing and emotions that had been pent up in his heart burst out in an instant, and he leaned over to hold her face and was about to kiss her.

"Pah..." Qiao Yisha pushed her away very quickly, raised her hand and slapped him, looking at him coldly, "Are you crazy?"

Zhu Qingsi leaned against the wall, touched the side of his face that had been slapped with the tip of his tongue, lowered his head and grinned, his body shaking with laughter, and he looked very happy.

She looked at him, a puzzled look on her slightly angry face.

"I'd rather you do this, hit me or scold me, than be like just now. It's too unfamiliar, Qiao Yisha, so unfamiliar that it makes me panic." He crossed his arms and squinted his eyes.

Feeling she couldn't communicate with him any further, Joysa glared at him and strode back to the hall.

"How is it? What did you talk about?" Moti asked hurriedly when she saw her come out.

In the past, she didn't dare to speak so freely in front of Qiao Yisha, but now Qiao Yisha is no longer the leader of the Wangyue Group, and her personality is much gentler than before, so imperceptibly, Moti didn't hold herself in such high regard, and gradually treated Qiao Yisha as a sister.

"You arranged this?" Qiao Yisha squinted at her and Bai Qinghe. Although she was no longer their boss, her aura remained. Moti quickly pointed at Bai Qinghe and said, "I only found out about him after you went to the bathroom."

Bai Qinghe pushed his glasses, feeling a little guilty, "I saw that he was in a bad mood recently, so I thought of asking you two to talk. The person who tied the bell should be the one to untie it."

"Haha." She sneered.

Zhu Qingsi then came out with an obvious slap mark on his left cheek, attracting the attention of people around him.

"You are..." said Moti.

"Except for Sister Isa, who else would be willing to touch my handsome face?" Zhu Qingsi didn't care at all and even made a joke.

"If you mess with me again next time, I won't just give you a slap." Qiao Yisha took a sip of champagne and said in a light tone.

"Isa," Bai Qinghe called her suddenly, "Actually, I called you here today not only to celebrate our housewarming." He glanced at Moti, who actually blushed and coughed twice.

Qiao Yisha suddenly realized and turned her eyes to the two of them: "You..." No wonder Moti was wearing so red.

Bai Qinghe walked to a slightly higher platform, and the servant handed him a microphone. He coughed twice, and everyone in the field looked at him. He pushed his glasses habitually, and his ears were red, but he still spoke firmly: "Thank you all for taking time out of your busy schedule to attend my and Moti's housewarming party. Everyone here is my family and friends, and I welcome everyone to visit at any time. So, first of all, I want to thank three people here."

"The first one is someone we all know, Miss Qiao Yisha. It was she who brought me to the Wangyue Group and gave me a new life. I had the honor of meeting all of you and becoming friends with you. In addition, this villa was given to Moti and me by her. Moti and I will always remember the kindness of giving her the villa and the kindness of recognizing her. Although I am a few years older than Miss Qiao Yisha, I still regard her as my forever sister and relative in my heart."

After he finished speaking, everyone in the room cast envious and jealous eyes. A house in Area A! A villa! A single-family house! This was a windfall.

Bai Qinghe continued, "The second one is someone we all know. She is also here today. That is Awu. This villa originally belonged to Awu, but for some reason, Miss Awu generously agreed to give this villa to Miss Isa. So Moti and I own this villa. We are very grateful."

Everyone looked at Awu with approval in their eyes. Awu smiled on the surface, but her back teeth were actually almost broken. She had carefully selected the location and decoration, but in the end she gave them to others. She would definitely not let them off so easily and would not give up easily.