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

Furlough Gardens.

Qiu Yi walked into the study, "Master, Miss Mu En is here."

"Let her in." Nangong Xianyue lowered his head to handle matters and said without raising his head.

"Cousin Nangong, this is the summary of important matters of "Wangyue" this week." Mu En placed the document on the solid wood table with both hands and reported like Qiao Yisha before.

Nangong Xianyue flipped it open, frowned, and suppressed her anger, "Didn't I ask you to make the table according to Qiao Yisha's method? Don't you understand what I said?"

His voice was cold, showing no mercy at all because she was his cousin.

Mu En curled his fingers in his palms, "I'm sorry, I forgot, and it's more convenient this way."

This form was not made by her at all. She forgot to tell Awu that she wanted to change the format.

Nangong Xianyue closed the document and didn't argue with her. "Go out and make a new copy for me." He ordered forcefully.

"Yes, I understand." Mu En turned and walked out.

Qiu Yi picked up the document and looked at it, then spoke carefully: "Master, how about... picking up Sister Yisha."

Nangong Xianyue had a headache. At best, she was just a high-level servant. If she left, she would be gone. But later he gradually realized that the tacit understanding developed over ten years could not be replaced by others overnight. Once Qiao Yisha left, he had a lot of troubles.

Not only the Mochizuki Group, but the servants in Firth Garden are not as careful as before.

He almost agreed, but Long Junshen's engagement party was approaching, and Ning Wanrou was already in a very bad mood. Seeing her might affect her mood even more. Thinking of this, he said, "Let's wait until Long Junshen is engaged."

When Qiu Yi heard him say this, he knew that Qiao Yisha's return would be approaching, and he couldn't help but feel happy for her.

"This is the first time Miss Isa has been away from Ferris for such a long time, and she doesn't have much money. I wonder how she is doing now."

Nangong Xianyue got up and left the study, walking in the corridor, looking at the scenery outside the window. It was damp and cold, exactly the same scene as when Qiao Yisha left. Late at night, she, a woman, just drove away like that.

"Qiu Yi."

"Yes." Qiu Yi responded from behind him.

"Is there still some shortfall in her salary at the Wangyue Group?"

Qiu Yi thought for a moment and said, "Give..." He realized something and changed his words. "Yes, there is still a little short. Master, should we call Sister Yisha now?"

Nangong Xianyue walked into the master bedroom and said two words lightly: "It's up to you."

Qiao Yisha's phone suddenly vibrated. She opened it and found that it was a transfer from Qiu Yi, with the note: "Salary."

How can she get any salary?

She thought that Qiu Yi was afraid that she would have no living expenses outside so he transferred the money to her, and she didn't associate it with Nangong Xianyue at all. That heartless man would never care about her life or death!

She returned it and sent a message to Qiu Yi, "Thank you Qiu Yi, but I have a job."

She was not lying, she did have a job, although it was an unpaid job. But she had been thinking about ways to make money recently. If she continued like this, sooner or later she would not be able to afford food.

Qiu Yi from Furth Garden received the news and reported it to Nangong Xianyue, "Master, Sister Yisha said she found a job and the money was returned."

Nangong Xianyue's eyes looked like knives when she looked at him. Qiu Yi swallowed his saliva and said, "Master, I didn't say you asked me to give it to her. If she knew it was your intention, she might accept it."

"When did I ask you to give it to me? You acted on your own initiative," Nangong Xianyue took a sip of tea leisurely, "Well, the people of the Nangong family will find a way to survive no matter where they go. This problem won't be difficult for her."

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When the piano lesson was over, Qin Li came to pick up Ting Tian just in time, "Yisha, remember to come home for lunch."

She remembered that she had promised Qin Li to go to her house for dinner last night, but now Bo Luoxun was there, and she had to deal with it.

She said to Qin Li with an apologetic look: "Sister Qin Li, I'm really sorry. I have something urgent to do at noon and can't keep the appointment. You don't have to prepare it for me."

Qin Li smiled and said, "It's okay, no need to apologize, everyone has this kind of time, just go and deal with your business."

She nodded and left the piano classroom.

When I walked into the church hall, I heard the priest saying to someone, "Oh my God, I specially locked it, but the lock was broken. I hope it was not stolen or killed. God bless."

"Oh my God, how did that person get in?"

Joysa walked over and handed the priest some money, "Use it to fix the lock."

"No, no, no, Miss Isa, how can I take your money?" He waved his hands quickly.

"Just consider it as my good fortune. Please accept it." She smiled. The money was what she should pay, after all, it was she who destroyed the lock.

The priest took the money and said, "May God bless you, kind Miss Isa."

Qiao Yisha smiled and said, "Don't worry about the eagle. I have seen this kind of eagle before. It is very smart and has strong vitality. Maybe it flew away by itself."

"That would be great if it were."

In her peripheral vision, she saw a figure moving at the dark second-floor staircase. When did someone live there? She stared at the staircase carefully.

"Miss Isa?" the priest called her.

"Ah, please, is there anyone living upstairs?" she asked, looking at the stairs.

The priest nodded, "Yes, my apprentice, just arrived."

She looked upstairs a few times, and the figure appeared in her sight again. He was wearing a black suit, with a slender back, and the back of his neck was covered by the ends of his hair. He looked lazy and noble. She blinked hard. It was not an illusion, it was really Nangong Xianyue's back. His figure stood there for a while and then disappeared.

She didn't care about anything else, threw her bag on the wooden chair, picked up her skirt, strode up the wooden stairs and ran upstairs.

The priest looked at her from behind downstairs, not knowing what was going on. "Ms. Isa, Miss Isa..."

She turned a deaf ear to him. The second floor was dark and small, with only three rooms. She pushed open the doors one by one, "Nangong Xianyue, is that you?"

"Nangong Xianyue."

She herself didn't know that she missed him so much. She usually tried not to think about him, but when he appeared in front of her, she couldn't control her behavior at all. She wanted to rush over and hug him desperately.

When she opened the last door, she saw the figure she had been thinking about day and night. The person she thought she could only see in dreams actually appeared in front of her.

He stood in front of the window with one hand in his pocket, his back to the door. The curtains were slightly opened, and the light coming in outlined his tall and cold figure. Who else could it be but Nangong Xianyue?

Qiao Yisha walked over gently, her breathing was almost uncontrollable, her eyes gradually moistened, "Nangong Xianyue, it's you, right?" How could he... appear here, is he here to find her? How could it be?

The man didn't reply and just stood there.

Is he still angry?

Joysa walked faster and faster, rushed behind him, stretched out her hands and hugged the man's waist tightly, leaned on his broad back, and her tears wet his coat.

"Nangong Xianyue, I... I miss you so much, Master, I miss you so much..." She hugged the man, crying without restraint, expressing her longing and venting all the grievances and loneliness accumulated in these days.

The man turned around, held her in his arms, let her head rest on his chest, and patted her back gently.

Nangong Xianyue, is he so gentle now? He actually took the initiative to hug her? She stopped crying and suddenly felt something was wrong.

The man above my head suddenly laughed in a muffled voice, as if he couldn't hold it back any longer, and his chest trembled with laughter.

Qiao Yisha raised her head suddenly, and after seeing the man's face clearly, her expression instantly turned into anger, and she pushed the man away.

"You...you are not Nangong Xianyue, why are you pretending to be him." She felt annoyed when she thought about how she had just used so much emotion on a stranger.

The man stopped laughing and spread his hands, "I didn't say I was from Nangong. You just came up and threw yourself into my arms."