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

At six o'clock in the morning, Qiao Yisha opened her eyes and got up from the bed quietly. She felt a sharp pain in the wounds on her body. She looked back at Nangong Jinxing who was lying on the bed. She closed her eyes, her brows were still furrowed even when she fell asleep, and there were traces of tears on her face.

Qiu Yi was still lying on the sofa, and she took a thin blanket from the side and covered him with it.

She walked out of the living room, closed the door, turned around and found Lan Yu'an still standing at the door with a pale mouth. She was slightly surprised. If she asked him to come out, would he really stand outside the door all night?

Lan Yu'an saw her and nodded slightly as a greeting.

Joysa glanced at him and nodded.

The door of Nangong Xianyue's living room was still closed. The pain from the wounds on her body made her break out in cold sweats, so she had to lean against the wall to relieve the pressure on her legs.

There was a sound from the door, and she immediately looked over. Zhuang Qianchen, wearing a white coat and looking tired, walked out, followed by several doctors.

"Doctor Zhuang, how is the young master? Is he awake?" Qiao Yisha quickly walked over and asked him.

"Why didn't you rest?" Zhuang Qianchen saw her stunned, "Ayue is in such a state that she won't wake up for a while, you should go and rest."

"What do you mean? Why hasn't he woken up in so long? Is the young master's injury serious?"

Zhuang Qianchen nodded slowly, his tone somewhat serious: "The injuries in other parts of the body have been controlled, so it's not a big problem, but the head was hit so it's a little serious. We have to wait until he wakes up to see how he is."

"So when will he wake up?"

Zhuang Qianchen grabbed the watch on her hand, looked at it, and said, "Three o'clock in the afternoon."

"You said, if the situation is not good, the young master will..." Qiao Yisha said with difficulty.

"If the situation is not good, amnesia, intellectual deterioration, memory loss... are all possible."

Zhuang Qianchen's words hit her hard. She couldn't imagine how painful it would be for Nangong Xianyue, who was so proud and arrogant, if something like this happened to him.

Zhuang Qianchen looked at her shaky appearance and quickly stepped forward to support her, "Don't be excited, this is just a matter of probability. If the situation is good, the young master will recover slowly."

Qiaosha couldn't hear anything. Her throat seemed to be strangled, making it difficult for her to breathe. Her face turned pale and she fainted.

"Joyesha, Joyyesha...breathe..." Zhuang Qianchen's voice gradually disappeared in his ears.

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"Master, what's wrong? Is there something you want me to do?" Little Qiao Yisha walked into Nangong Xianyue's study with an expectant look and asked.

This was when Nangong Xianyue had just started to take over the Nangong family. At the age of eighteen, when his peers were still carefree under the protection of their parents, he had already shouldered the burden of the family.

"It's okay, let's see how your piano learning is going." Nangong Xianyue said with a smile.

These aristocratic children never go to school. They hire private tutors to study at home and only need to go to school when they take exams.

"Okay." The smile on little Qiao Yisha's face fell. She had clearly asked so many servants to remind Nangong Xianyue openly and secretly that her birthday was coming, but he still seemed unaware. Could it be that they hadn't done anything at all?

"Go," Nangong Xianyue tapped the table with her knuckles, "play the piano you practiced today."

Little Joeisa walked to the piano with a reluctant and bitter face, sat down, and played the new piano piece she had learned today fluently.

"I'm done playing, sir. It's ok, I'm leaving now," she said with her head down.

"You play the guitar well. This is a reward for you." Nangong Xianyue pushed over a beautifully packaged gift box.

Surprise flashed in her eyes, and she knew that the young master had not forgotten.

She took the gift box and said, "Master, can I open it now?"

"Ah."

She placed the gift box on the wooden table and carefully opened it. Inside was a luxurious goose yellow princess dress. She picked it up, and the hem of the dress spread out, inlaid with sparkling diamonds. She exclaimed in a low voice, "It's so beautiful, my God."

"Happy birthday, little Isa." Nangong Xianyue walked up to Qiao Isa and looked at her with a smile.

He was more than two heads taller than Joysa at the time. Joysa grew up slowly and was like a child in front of him.

In fact, she was indeed a child, only fifteen years old.

Qiao Yisha put down her skirt, hugged Nangong Xianyue's waist, and was so moved that she cried: "Master, you are so kind to me. This is the first time I have received a skirt, woooo..."

When Qiaoisa woke up, the servant was still by her side.

Her eyes were red and she had cried in her dream.

In the first nine years of her time at Falls Garden, she received birthday gifts from Nangong Xianyue. This was the tenth year.

They had always had a very good relationship since they were young, but she didn't remember what happened to make them estranged later. Was it just because of that confession?

She had no memory of the past year. She only clearly felt that since she woke up from her amnesia, Nangong Xianyue's attitude towards her was different from before.

She felt that the information Qiu Yi gave her must be incomplete.

"Miss Isa, you finally woke up. You were unconscious for a long time this time." The servant's attitude was no longer as nervous as in previous times.

Joysa looked through the carved glass of the window and saw that it was already dark outside. Had she been unconscious for a whole day?

"Master, are you awake?" Qiao Yisha stood up with an IV in her hand.

"The young master woke up at three in the afternoon." the servant replied.

She pulled out the needle, got out of bed and limped out.

"Hey, Miss Isa, don't worry, I'll help you go. Doctor Zhuang told me when he changed your bandage today not to let you pull the wound again." The servant hurriedly followed and pressed cotton on the back of her hand where blood was beading.

When she was unconscious, Zhuang Qianchen placed her in the nearby living room, near Nangong Xianyue. She walked to Nangong Xianyue's door, which was closed. The servant beside her raised his hand and knocked on the door for her.

The one who opened the door was Qiu Yi.

"Sister Yisha, you're awake. Come in. The young master is awake." Qiu Yi took her from the servant, helped her into the room, and said to the servant, "Wait outside."

Qiao Yisha was supported by Qiu Yi and walked in. There were only two warm yellow wall lamps on in the room. Nangong Xianyue didn't like an environment that was too bright.

She didn't dare to ask about Nangong Xianyue's situation. She bit her lip tightly, and became more panicked the closer she got.

Nangong Xianyue heard the voice and looked up, only to see Qiu Yi walking in from the corner, supporting a woman wrapped in several pieces of gauze.

She walked with a limp, her long hair was disheveled, her face was pale, her eye sockets were swollen like walnuts, her amber eyes were misty, and she looked at him with heartache. It was the first time he saw her so vulnerable.

"Young Master." Qiao Yisa stood beside the bed, looking at Nangong Xianyue who was leaning against the head of the bed, looking at him carefully and looking at the wounds on his body.

Qiu Yi quietly stepped out, leaving some space.

“Master, does your body still hurt? Do you still remember me?” She asked with a sob. She still remembered that Zhuang Qianchen said Nangong Xianyue might lose her memory, her memory might deteriorate, and she might…

"Not Mr. Nangong anymore?" He raised his eyebrows, still looking nonchalant. Such a serious injury was no big deal to him.

After hearing these words, Qiao Yisha felt relieved. He did not lose his memory. She finally couldn't control herself and threw herself into his arms, hugging him tightly. Only when she felt his warm body temperature did she realize that Nangong Xianyue had really woken up.

She burst into tears, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left you, I'm sorry, it's all my fault, I will never forgive myself if anything happens to you."

When she was performing CPR on Nangong Xianyue, she really thought that if Nangong Xianyue was gone, she would not live alone. In her world, there has always been only Nangong Xianyue. If Nangong Xianyue was gone, what was the point of her living?

Nangong Xianyue patted her on the back, "Okay, now it's your turn to cry after Jinxing has finished crying. Do you really want to make me faint again?"

Joysa looked up and said, "You almost...almost...how could anyone not cry?"

"I'm fine, thanks to our little Isa." Nangong Xianyue rubbed his hair.

When Qiao Yisha was mentioned in the afternoon, Qiu Yi reported to him that it was Qiao Yisha who arrived in time and jumped down to save him. She had many cuts on her body and performed CPR on him regardless of the wounds. Later, she fainted due to excessive blood loss. She went into shock this morning when she heard the news that he might lose his memory.

Qiao Yisha was still lying in his arms, her eyes fixed on Nangong Xianyue's slightly upturned thin lips. In order to save Nangong Xianyue, she didn't think too much and gave him artificial respiration. Thinking back now, her face became slightly hot. Was that considered a first kiss?

She actually kissed Nangong Xianyue...

"Have you hugged enough?" Nangong Xianyue's lips moved.

Qiao Yisha straightened up and said, "You are so stingy. I saved you and you wouldn't even hug me."

"I'll let you hold me when my injury has healed. You're pressing on my wound." Nangong Xianyue said with a smile.

"Ah?" Qiao Yisha was a little panicked and hurried to check, "Where is it, Master? Does it hurt? I'll go call Doctor Zhuang."

"No need, go call Qiu Yi over."

Qiao Yisha glanced at him worriedly, then walked to the corner and found Qiu Yi standing there, looking at her with a smile on his face.

"You..." Qiaoisha glared at him, "How could you eavesdrop on our conversation?"

"I'm sorry, Sister Yisa, I'm afraid the young master will look for me." Qiu Yi lowered his head and suppressed a smile.

"You heard it but you still don't go over."

Qiu Yi sorted out his expression and walked up to Nangong Xianyue, "Master, you are looking for me."

"Go check where Ning Wanrou is now."

When Qiao Yisha heard this, her smile instantly disappeared from her face. "Master, she didn't even get out of the car when you fell into the river. She and Long Junshen ran off to some place to spend some time together. Why are you still thinking about her after she finally woke up?"

Qiu Yi shook his head slightly at her, suggesting that she stop talking.

Qiao Yisha ignored her and said, "Qiu Yi, have you shown the surveillance video to the young master? See how Ning Wanrou, your beloved, treats you."

"What video? Bring it to me." Nangong Xianyue's face looked unhappy, and it was obvious that he was not aware of the matter.

Qiu Yi picked up the tablet from the sofa, opened the video and handed it to him.