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

Zhu Qingsi let her go and stroked her face with his fingers. "Didn't you say you wouldn't miss me?" He showed her the crystal liquid on his hand. "What is this?"

"You should leave quickly. I'm going to sleep." Qiao Yisha wiped her eyes and said as if nothing had happened.

"Okay, that's enough talking. I'm leaving." He said to Joysa and turned to leave.

"Wait," Qiao Yisha stopped him with an unnatural look on her face, "I have a friend, you."

He smiled and continued walking forward without turning around. The night wind from Falls Garden blew sand into his eyes, making him feel like crying.

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Xia Li took Qiao Yisha and Hua Ting upstairs, gave her room to them, and went to the room of the sisters next door.

Hua Ting looked at the simple room and said, "Ms. Isa, are you really not going back to the main castle tonight? The young master will be worried."

"There's no way he would worry." His mind was only on Ning Wanrou.

She saw a pack of ladies' cigarettes on Xia Li's bedside, so she took out one, put it in her mouth and lit it.

Hua Ting pushed open the window to let in some fresh air and tidied the bed. "I think the young master cares about you very much. If he didn't, he wouldn't care if there were other men around you, Miss Isa."

"No, I tell you, men are born possessive. As long as it belongs to him, he will not allow others to touch it no matter he likes it or not. He treats me like that." Qiao Yisha knew very well in her heart that she would not be so self-indulgent as to think that Nangong Xianyue would fall in love with her so easily.

She looked at the scene outside the window and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.

Hua Ting felt that this was true. "Alas, the one who is close to the water gets the moon first. Miss Isa, as long as you stay with him every day, the young master will be moved by you one day."

She patted the quilt and said, "It's done, Miss Isa. It's getting late. Go to bed."

Qiao Yisha was lying on the windowsill when she felt a sudden pain in her arm. She stood up and looked down, and saw a protruding iron tip on the windowsill.

"Ms. Isa?" Hua Ting looked at Qiao Isa's motionless back and walked forward. "Ms. Isa, it's time to go to bed."

"Plop." The sound of water drops sounded under Joysa's feet.

Hua Ting looked down and saw a drop of blood. She grabbed Qiao Sha's hand and was immediately horrified. There was a five-centimeter-long wound on her arm, and blood was oozing out and flowing down along Qiao Sha's fingertips.

"Oh my God, Miss Isa, please sit down and let me bandage you. How did you get injured suddenly?" Hua Ting said as he went to find the medicine box.

Qiao Yisha stopped her and said calmly, "There is no medical kit here."

"How could that be? There are some in every room in Ferris Gardens." Hua Ting searched the room anxiously.

"I said no, and I mean no." Qiaoisha looked at her and emphasized it seriously.

Hua Ting paused, looked at her, immediately understood what she meant, took out his cell phone and took a picture of Qiao Yisha's hand.

"Wait, that's not enough." Qiaoisha picked up the fruit knife beside her.

"No, Miss Isa." Hua Ting realized what she was going to do and ran up to stop her.

Qiaosha turned a deaf ear and scratched the wound again. She was sweating in pain, veins on her temples bulged, and blood flowed more violently on her arm.

Hua Ting snatched the knife away and threw it aside, "Miss Yisha, you just recovered from your injuries, and you are so badly injured again, why are you doing this?"

Qiao Yisha panted heavily, "Quick, stop talking nonsense."

Hua Ting hurriedly opened the camera on his phone and took a photo of her. Of course, he didn't send it to Nangong Xianyue, but to Qiu Yi.

When Qiu Yi saw the news about Hua Ting, he quickly jumped off the bed, ran to Nangong Xianyue's living room and pushed the door open, "Master, I have something to report."

Nangong Xianyue was wearing a bathrobe, holding a tablet and reading the news. Seeing his anxious look, she frowned and asked, "What's the matter?"

"The maid next to Sister Isa sent me a message saying that she accidentally cut her hand on the protruding iron on the windowsill."

"Let Zhuang Qianchen bandage her." He said indifferently while looking down at the news.

"But... she is in a remote fortress, where there is no medical kit, and her injuries look serious," Qiu Yi handed over the photo, "Master, Sister Yisha's wound from the car window has just healed, and now... Master, why don't you go and take a look and bring her back."

Qiu Yi mentioned openly and secretly that Qiao Yisha was injured while saving him, hoping that he would soften his heart.

Nangong Xianyue raised her head impatiently and glanced at the phone in Qiu Yi's hand. Her eyes paused. The woman in the photo had a cut about ten centimeters long on her hand. Her entire arm was covered in blood, and the expression on her face was one of unbearable pain.

"Why is she running there instead of coming back to sleep?"

He put the tablet down and stood up.

Qiu Yi took a thin coat from the hanger and put it on him while standing behind Nangong Xianyue. "Maybe you had a quarrel with you and you're in a bad mood so you want to go out and relax. Women, after all, have sharp tongues but soft hearts. We all see how much Sister Yisha loves you."

Nangong Xianyue buttoned up her shirt and said coldly, "Alright, you've said too much."

"Yes, Master, shall we go to the fort to pick up Sister Isa now?"

"Are you going out for a walk so late?" Nangong Xianyue strode towards the door.

"Ms. Isa, Mr. Qiu Yi said they are on the way. Why don't we stop the bleeding first? In case there is too much bleeding..." Hua Ting said worriedly as he put away his phone.

"No, I know what I'm doing." Joysa looked in the mirror and used her uninjured hand to tidy up her hair.

Hua Ting sighed secretly.

Ten minutes later, Qiu Yi knocked on the door and said, "Sister Yisha, please come back with us. The young master is waiting for you downstairs."

Hua Ting opened the door and Qiao Yisha walked out.

It was normal that Nangong Xianyue would not step into the simple and narrow fortress. It was beyond her expectation that someone would come to pick her up. This was a good start.

Qiu Yi looked at the blood on her arm and said, "Sister Yisha, the young master and Doctor Zhuang are downstairs. Doctor Zhuang will bandage you later."

"Well, I'm sorry to bother you."

As soon as she walked out of the fort, she saw an extended car parked at the door.

Qiu Yi walked forward and opened the car door. Nangong Xianyue was sitting inside, leaning against the back of the chair with her legs crossed. She was wearing a thin gray coat and a silk nightgown underneath. Her hair was unkempt and hung naturally. She looked much more approachable than she did during the day.

"What are you standing there for? Why don't you come up?" Nangong Xianyue didn't even look at her, but looked straight ahead and spoke coldly.

Qiao Yisha silently bent down and got into the car, sitting in the same row as him but farthest away from him. Hua Ting sat in the passenger seat, and Qiu Yi got in the driver's seat.

Zhuang Qianchen yawned, walked around from the back seat to Qiao Yisha, and when he saw her arm, he took a breath instantly, "Yisha, what happened to you?" He opened the medicine box and wiped the wound with iodine.

Upon hearing this, Nangong Xianyue glanced at Qiao Yisha's hand. It had been a long time and the blood had dried on the skin. Soon, a pile of bloody cotton was piled up in the tray next to Zhuang Qianchen.

Qiao Yisha said nothing, as if she didn't feel any pain. "There was a nail on the windowsill, and I got scratched without noticing."

"Fortunately, it's not very deep, so no stitches are needed. Be careful when you go back and don't get it wet." Zhuang Qianchen bandaged the wound, packed his things and went back to the back seat.

After bandaging the wound, Qiu Yi started the car and drove towards the main castle area. No one spoke along the way.

The car stopped in front of the main castle area. Nangong Xianyue got out of the car and went upstairs by himself holding his cane. Qiao Yisha looked at his back and followed him to the third floor.

He noticed her behind him but didn't stop her. She went to close the door. Nangong Xianyue put his cane aside and prepared to go to bed.

She brainwashed herself that he went to pick her up even though he had trouble walking, so it wouldn't be too much for her to say something for this.

Nangong Xianyue unbuttoned his coat with his back to her. She walked over and tugged at his clothes, "Master."

Nangong Xianyue took off her coat and threw it on the sofa, then lay down under the quilt. "It's getting late, let's go to bed."

Seeing him like this, Qiaosha said nothing more and took out a nightgown from the closet. She had lived here for about ten days before yesterday, so there were several of her clothes here.

She took a difficult shower in the bathroom with her left hand raised, then lay down on the bed with her eyes closed. She didn't know how long she had been awake, and her mind was in a mess.

Suddenly, her injured hand was gently held by a slightly cold hand. She opened her eyes and saw in the dim wall lamp that Nangong Xianyue had sat up, his eyes seemed to be on the gauze on her arm.

Her heart moved slightly. Nangong Xianyue still cared about her. He had cared about her since she was a child, but this had nothing to do with love. She was the only one who was moved.

She stood up and hugged his waist from behind, resting her face on his broad back.

Nangong Xianyue realized that she woke up and immediately let go of her hand, pulled her arm away, and lay back on the bed with a cold face, his back facing her.

"Master, please don't be like this. Can you please say something to me?" Qiao Yisha pushed his shoulder. "I'm injured and you don't even care about me."

"You are so charming, there are many people who care about you."

She understood, and he remembered the angry words she said.

"I don't want other people's concern," Qiao Yisha twisted his shoulders and turned him around, "Master, I don't want to quarrel with you, and I don't want you to ignore me."

Nangong Xianyue sat up, rubbed his brows, and looked at her, "Yisha, I don't want to quarrel with you either."

"Then we won't quarrel anymore."

"You know what I care about most?"

Qiao Yisha blurted out, "Ning Wanrou."

"..." Nangong Xianyue closed her eyes, "Not this aspect, change another one."

"loyalty."

"That's right." He squinted at her with his narrow eyes, "You know that this is what I care about most. You spoke for another man today. I am very angry, Isa."

She knew that Nangong Xianyue had a strong possessiveness and could not tolerate any grain of sand in his eyes. What she said later was completely knowingly. Isn't quarreling just using words as a blade to stab into the other person's heart? Nangong Xianyue said that she was fickle, so she would fight back with the things he cared about the most.

"Then you can't say that I'm fickle. Don't you know how I feel about you?" Qiao Yisha held his hand and placed it on her chest. "Master, you will never find someone more loyal than me."

Nangong Xianyue looked into her eyes, her amber eyes were full of seriousness and tenderness.

He pulled his hand back and said coldly, "If someone else talked to me like you did on the lawn, do you think she would be able to sit here peacefully?"

"From now on, don't mention other men in front of me, do you understand, Isa?" Nangong Xianyue asked, holding her chin.