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

Qiao Yisha stood in front of the window and breathed a sigh of relief as she watched the tall figure of Bo Luoxun walking away. She really didn't understand why Bo Luoxun was so persistent, and she didn't know which continent he was from, so she didn't intend to ask too many questions.

To her, Bo Luoxun was just a magical episode in her life.

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She often dreamed of Nangong Xianyue and the Furth Garden. Every day when she woke up in the red house, she felt empty in her heart.

That day, she was lying on the soft, sunken white bed, and she dreamed of the forest where she first met Nangong Xianyue. She saw herself with her back to her, just like last time.

"Did I dream about myself again?" She was no longer as scared and panicked as she was last time, and walked towards the other self in a white dress.

"Joyesha" in a black dress turned around, revealing a face that looked exactly like hers, but with heavy makeup, especially a big red lip, which was extremely eye-catching.

She walked up to her, holding her arms tightly, her angelic face distorted: "Qiao Yisha, what are you doing? Why did you abandon the young master and hide in Area C?"

"No, it's not that I abandoned him. It's just that Furth Gardens can no longer accommodate me." She shook her head sadly.

"You disappoint me so much. Have you forgotten what you are here for, Joysa? Don't waste your time here! Go back to Furth Garden and go back to the young master." "Joysa" stared at her closely.

"What are you talking about? What am I here for? What does it mean?" Qiaoisha pushed her away, looking puzzled.

"I said, kill Ning Wanrou, kill her, otherwise the young master will be killed by her. Why didn't you listen to me? Why?" "Qiao Yisha" shook her body frantically, as if trying to wake her up.

"Why do you have to kill her? Nangong Xianyue cares about her so much, the young master will definitely be very sad if she dies, right?"

"Because... because..." "Joyesha" suddenly lost her voice and couldn't say anything.

"Tell me, what will happen to the young master? Tell me?"

"Joysha" opened her mouth, "Hurry... go back, go back to Firth Garden, the young master... ho... ho..." She suddenly covered her throat in pain. She couldn't speak, she couldn't utter a word about that incident.

"What did you say? What happened to the young master?" Qiao Yisha asked anxiously.

"Go back... go back to Fulce, find... the notebook... it's almost too late... hurry -"

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Joysa jumped out of bed, sweating profusely. She dreamed of herself, another self. Did she have a split personality?

The morning mist outside the window was hazy. She thought of what "Joyesha" said in her dream, "Go back to Firth and find the notebook. It's almost too late..." What did it mean?

Those words weighed heavily on her heart, and she would not have dreamed of them for no reason. She threw back the quilt, quickly dressed herself, opened the door of the red house, and rushed to the church in the mist.

The town's church opened very early, and when she arrived, the believers in the hall had already started morning prayers.

The priest was not there. It was Yinfeng who was sitting on the pulpit. He was holding a book with a red cover and reciting prayers. When he heard the noise, he smiled at Joysa at the door, then lowered his head and concentrated on praying.

Joysa regulated her breathing, found a wooden chair and sat down, ready to go find him after it was over.

Ten minutes later, just when she thought it was about to end, Yin Feng on the podium suddenly said, "I think we can rehearse the songs we will perform on the show now, right?"

A believer in the audience quickly responded: "I think it's OK. It doesn't take long to do it once anyway."

Joysa hadn't been to church for several days and she didn't know what activities were going on recently.

"Then, how about we ask Miss Isa to play the piano." Yinfeng walked down the steps and came in front of Qiao Isa.

Joysa stood up and whispered, "What are you talking about, Mr. Hidden Wind? I don't know what song you are talking about, and time is tight so I may not be able to play it right away."

"You promised that you would play a piano piece for me on the day I gave you the invitation," Yin Feng said with a smile, "Come with me."

Joysa came to the church just to get the invitation from him, so after hearing what he said, she had no choice but to follow him into the piano room.

Several believers came in later to perform.

Yin Feng handed her the score. "It's very simple, Ms. Isa. With your level, you can learn it just by looking at it once."

Qiaosha took it and took a look. It was just as he said, very simple, even an entry-level player could play it. She subconsciously hummed it in her heart and thought the tune was very strange, but she didn't think much about it. She wanted to finish playing it quickly and get the invitation letter, so she sat down on the piano stool in front of the piano.

The believers stood behind the piano, in front of Joysa. When Joysa was about to play, she looked up inadvertently and was immediately frightened and broke out in a cold sweat.

They all changed into their performance costumes.

The performance costumes were pure white from head to toe, covering their entire bodies. The veils covered their heads, leaving only their mouths exposed. They placed their hands on their abdomens, standing straight in front of her, with their heads lowered facing Joysa, surrounding her like ghosts under the incandescent light.

Qiao Yisha was so shocked by this strange scene that her hands trembled. She found Yin Feng, who was dressed in black, from the gap between the believers and happened to meet her eyes. He leaned against the white wall and smiled, "Let's get started, everyone."

Qiaosha suppressed the discomfort in her heart and stopped looking up. She lowered her head to look at the piano keys and started playing the piano according to the music score.

The believers in front of him also opened their mouths and chanted.

"Let me wash away your sins."

"Wash away your filthy sins."

"Holy one, you have committed a sin."

"May God punish you."

……

"La la la la la..."

Joysa's fingers kept flying on the piano keys, only to find that not only the melody of the song was weird, but the lyrics were also weird. She felt a strong sense of discomfort in her heart, making her feel dizzy and nauseous.

She gritted her teeth and continued playing. The chanting of the believers became louder and louder, filling the entire piano room. The strange melody surrounded her ears, and the pure white figures of the believers were getting closer and closer.

"Let me enumerate your sins."

"Blot out your sins with all your strength."

"Have you washed away your filthy sins?"

"Let God forgive your sins."

……

"La la la la la..."

The strange tune continued like a lullaby. Her eyes were covered with white. In her mind were bright red blood, sharp butterfly knives, continuously fired bullets, miserable wails, corpses piled on the ground, and she who was wearing a black uniform and killing continuously.

She tried to raise her hand to stop playing, but she couldn't stop. She became more and more obsessed. She looked up and saw the ghostly believers. Their mouths opened and closed, and they were infinitely magnified in front of her eyes. She became smaller and smaller, and the tall believers surrounded her and judged her.

"Let me enumerate your sins."

……

"You're going to hell soon."

She struggled and shook her head, her body trembling, and she cried out in her heart, someone please save her, she didn't want to go to hell, please save her.

The believers put shackles on her and took her to the edge of the raging fire.

"Let me judge you who are filthy."

"Bam—"

Qiao Yisha was thrown into the sea of ​​fire. She struggled violently and crawled back to the shore. She was burning all over and was about to die...

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

Qiaosha suddenly opened her eyes and vaguely saw a pair of narrow eyes full of concern.

"Master..."

Her heart was trembling violently due to excessive shock, and her hair on her forehead was soaked with sweat. She raised her arms and wrapped them around the man's neck, "Master...Master, save me, I don't want to go to hell, save me..."

Yin Feng glanced at her with his eyes slanted, smiled, and hugged her tightly, "I will protect you, Isa."

Qiaoisha closed her eyes, her body trembling, and she tightly grasped Yinfeng's collar. Yinfeng patted her back nonchalantly. She seemed to gradually find her soul. After a few minutes, she opened her eyes and found herself leaning in someone else's arms.

She stepped back and saw Yinfeng's face with a smirk on it.

He took out a handkerchief from his suit pocket and wiped the sweat off Qiao Yisha's face. Qiao Yisha turned her head away, stood up from the piano stool, and said coldly, "What did you do?"

There must be something fishy about that song, otherwise she wouldn't have suddenly lost her mind and fallen into a nightmare unable to extricate herself.

The scene was so real that she still felt depressed and suffocated when she thought about it.

The believers had all left, and they were the only two left in the piano room.

Yin Feng put the handkerchief back into his pocket and said, "I want to ask you this question as well."

"Qiao Yisha, you don't want to be the leader of the Mochizuki Group anymore. You come to Area C to be an unpaid piano teacher."

"You...how do you know all this?" When Qiaosha heard his words, her eyes emitted a dangerous light. This person must not be an apprentice.

"Don't worry about how I know this. Don't you want to meet Nangong Xianyue? How about I take you to the engagement party?"

"Who are you? What do you want to do? It was you who hypnotized me just now, right?" Joysa walked up to him, grabbed his collar, pushed him against the wall, and questioned him with her head raised.

I don't know when the butterfly knife was pulled out from the leg ring, but the blade had already flicked open and was across his neck.

"Didn't I tell you? My name is Yinfeng." Yinfeng was threatened by a knife, but he looked calm and composed. "As for hypnosis, I don't have that ability. You should ask your heart why you are so scared."

"Stop playing tricks. You approached me on purpose. Coming to this remote place to be an apprentice is probably just a cover." Qiao Yisha looked at him sharply.

"Yes."

"Tell me your purpose." Qiaoisha pressed down the butterfly knife in her hand, and the cold and sharp blade touched Yinfeng's skin.

"My purpose is to have fun. If you want to see Nangong Xianyue, there is only one way. Be my female companion and go with me to Long Junshen's engagement party."

Anyone who could attend Long Junshen's engagement party must be either rich or noble in District A. Qiao Yisha must have heard of any prominent figure in District A, but she had no impression of the name Yin Feng at all.

But she couldn't care less about that now. The most urgent thing was to see Nangong Xianyue.

She let go of Yin Feng, put away the butterfly knife, and inserted it back into the ring on her thigh with a click. Then she let down her skirt and returned to her usual small town woman in a white dress, completely different from what she had just been.

Yin Feng showed some appreciation in his eyes. He straightened his collar that was messed up by Qiao Yisha and smiled: "Now that you have decided, just wait for me to pick you up at home."