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

A Wu slowly moved to Nangong Xianyue's side and asked tentatively, "So what you mean is that you won't stop me from getting close to the young master in the future?"

Before Qiao Yisha could speak, Awu started to sob: "Young Master is too much like my lost brother in childhood. He brings me warmth just like my brother. I hope Sister Yisha will not break a sister's longing for her brother."

"No," Qiao Yisha finally got a chance to interrupt, "I just want to say that you don't have to worry about me in the future."

To verify, Awu quietly moved to Nangong Xianyue's side. Seeing that Qiao Yisha really didn't react, he felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief. He pouted and said, "It seems that amnesia is not all bad. Sister Yisha's terrible possessiveness has finally been cured."

Qiaoisha laughed dryly and was speechless.

"Okay, let's talk about business first." Nangong Xianyue said.

Awu stood up straight and his expression became serious. He would make a fuss when necessary, and he was also very reliable when doing serious work.

Qiu Yi said: "Although Miss Yisha and I are both the young master's direct subordinates," he looked at Qiao Yisha, "I have always been in charge of the internal affairs, and you have been in charge of the external affairs. In other words, I am mainly in Nangong Group, handling the group's affairs, while you are in the dark world to clear the obstacles underground for the young master."

It’s not that Qiao Yisha’s skills are much better than Qiu Yi’s, but that Qiao Yisha is cruel enough and is more suitable for doing these things than him.

"But you have lost your memory now, Isa. The dark world cannot be without a leader, so the young master plans to hand over your position as the leader of "Moon Watching" to your subordinate, Awu."

Qiaoisha was confused by what was being said, what dark world, what leader, but it seemed there was no need to understand it now.

"Master, you... trust me so much," Awu looked at Nangong Xianyue with emotion, "Before Sister Yisa recovers her memory, I will do my best and will not let you down." Awu was touched on the surface, but in his heart he was thinking that it would be best not to remember it for the rest of his life.

"Yeah." Nangong Xianyue nodded.

After explaining everything, Nangong Xianyue said she wanted to rest, and Qiao Yisha took the initiative to open the door and send Qiu Yi and Awu out.

Qiu Yi didn't stay for long and left directly. Awu stood at the door of the living room, took out a pack of ladies' cigarettes from his pocket and handed one to Qiao Yisha.

"Thank you, but no thanks." Joysa frowned.

Awu held the cigarette in his mouth and lowered his head to light it. Qiaoisha was afraid that the smoke would drift into the room, so she closed the door.

"Have you really lost your memory?" Awu changed his weak image in the room, with a cold face and hostile eyes looking at her.

Qiao Yisha leaned against the door with her hands folded and shrugged: "As you can see."

"For so many years, no matter how hard I tried, I was always outshined by you," Awu laughed at himself, "Now that you have lost your memory, I am taking your place."

"Although I don't remember it, what I did before must have been quite excessive. I'm sorry." Qiaosha said sincerely.

"Humph, if I could beat you, do you think I would be willing to let you bully me so many times?" Awu twirled his hair with his fingers, looking disdainful.

"I will guard this position. Even if you recover your memory, don't think about taking it back easily." After saying this, Awu left without looking back.

Three days later, Qiao Yisha's memory still showed no improvement, while Nangong Xianyue regained his ability to move, but he was still unable to do strenuous exercise. Qiao Yisha no longer needed to take care of him closely, so she no longer went to Nangong Xianyue's living room to spend the night.

She had some free time, searching her living room for something that might help restore her memory, wondering if she had the habit of writing a diary or taking some photos.

Sure enough, she found a photo album at the bottom of the drawer of the bedside table. She breathed a sigh of relief, sat down at the desk, and opened the first page. But as soon as she saw the contents of the first page, she felt helpless.

It was indeed a photo, but it wasn't her, it was Nangong Xianyue, he was shooting arrows in the photo, his posture was straight, his eyes were sharp. She turned to the next page, it was still Nangong Xianyue, this time at a banquet, he was surrounded by many people, holding a glass of wine and talking, dealing with this kind of situation was easy for him.

Qiao Yisha continued to flip through the pages. Nangong Xianyue, Nangong Xianyue... Every photo was of Nangong Xianyue, and there were even a few scraps of paper cut from newspapers and magazines.

She asked herself, how much do you love me? There was not a single photo of herself, only of him.

Not finding anything useful, she had to put the photo album back and continued searching. This time, she found a white mobile phone in another drawer.

She turned on the screen and found that she needed to unlock the password. Before she thought about it, her fingers had already tapped the correct number for her. It was her body memory.

The battery of her cell phone was very low. She opened the photo album, but it was blank, without a single photo. She clicked into the contacts, and saw a lot of numbers, but none of them clearly marked who they were. They were just code names, such as: N, Y, W, etc., probably to prevent the phone from falling into the hands of others and being used by others.

Qiao Yisha searched the entire room but couldn't find any information useful for restoring her memory. However, it confirmed what Qiu Yi said, that she liked Nangong Xianyue.

She found a wireless charger to charge her phone, went downstairs to the restaurant, and found that it was almost time for dinner, but Nangong Xianyue was not there.

She asked the servant who was wiping the vase, and the servant replied: "Miss Yisha, I'm not sure either. I just heard Qiu Yi and the young master discussing Mr. Long Junshen when they left."

She suddenly remembered that day when Nangong Xianyue said she wanted to visit Mr. Long.

Nangong Xianyue went to see Mr. Long under the pretext of going there, but actually he was going to see Ning Wanrou, so he carefully picked out a well-cut dark blue suit, tied a tie neatly, and combed most of his hair up, leaving only a few strands hanging in front of his forehead to balance out the rigidity of his clothes.

"Young Master, we found out that Long Junshen has not returned from the Long Group yet, and Miss Ning and Mr. Long are in the old house." Qiu Yi reported.

"Prepare the car and leave now."

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At eleven o'clock in the evening, a black car squeaked to a stop in front of the main castle gate. The sound was particularly loud in the quiet night. Qiao Yisha stood in the corridor on the third floor and looked down. It was Nangong Xianyue and Qiu Yi. Under the bright lights, their expressions were particularly clear. They all looked not very good, especially Nangong Xianyue. His tie was messed up, his brows were furrowed, and he exuded a chill all over his body.

Joysa held the teacup, thought about it and went downstairs.

In the lobby on the first floor, Nangong Xianyue ordered the servants to leave and turned off the chandelier. Only a few dim wall lamps were lit. In the dim environment, the master and servant stood one by one.

Nangong Xianyue poured a glass of strong liquor and drank it all in one gulp.

"Young Master, your injury hasn't healed yet, you can't drink like this." Qiu Yi immediately stepped forward to stop him.

"Step back." Nangong Xianyue said lightly.

Qiu Yishou paused and sighed, "Master, Miss Ning may not have any choice. She may not be in love with Long Junshen, but she just can't bear to abort her child."

"The thing I was most worried about happened." Nangong Xianyue's voice was hoarse.

As the two were talking, the sound of slippers was heard in the stairwell, and Qiao Yisha came down in her home clothes.

"I didn't mean to eavesdrop," she said, stepping forward apologetically.

Nangong Xianyue glanced at her and said, "It's okay."

Before Qiao Yisha lost her memory, she was not only Nangong Xianyue's subordinate, but also a confidant. She knew most of Nangong Xianyue's affairs, so there was no need for Nangong Xianyue to be on guard against her after she lost her memory.

Qiao Yisha looked at the two people's sad expressions and said thoughtfully, "Is there anything I can help with?"

Nangong Xianyue squinted his eyes and rubbed his temples, saying, "I might not have been able to help you before you lost your memory."

Qiao Yisha took a breath and said, "Master, I dare to ask, are you and Miss Ning in love?"

Nangong Xianyue frowned, her eyes turned cold: "What do you mean?"

Qiao Yisha was startled by the look, but she still continued, "I think that if she is happy in the Long family, you can be generous and help her. To love someone means that she is happy, and so are you. If you force them to break up, won't you be pushing her further away?"

The cup in Nangong Xianyue's hand shattered with a 'snap', and bright red liquid slid down the palm of her hand and onto the white carpet.

"Young Master!" Qiu Yi hurried forward to check Nangong Xianyue's hand, took out the handkerchief in his pocket and bandaged Nangong Xianyue simply.

"Master, don't be angry yet, I haven't finished yet!" Qiao Yisha's hands behind her back were almost shaking.

Qiu Yize immediately took out his cell phone from his pocket and wanted to call Zhuang Qianchen, but Nangong Xianyue raised her hand to stop him.

He looked at Qiao Yisha coldly, and curled his thin lips: "After losing your memory, you have become a lot bolder. Keep talking."

Joysa looked at his hands, where a mixture of wine and blood was dripping down, but he didn't care.

She continued, "On the contrary, if Miss Ning doesn't love Long Junshen, we must save her at all costs. Even if there is no love between her and you, Master, after saving her, she will definitely be grateful to you and will be closer to you."

After listening to this, Nangong Xianyue stood up and nodded, "That's right, so we must save her. In addition," he stepped onto the stairs without looking back, his voice echoing in the empty corridor: "I will definitely get what I want, even if she has someone else's child."