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Winning over the Novel's Male Second Lead Novel Cover

Winning over the Novel's Male Second Lead

After becoming an NPC in a romance novel, the system in the novel tasked me with winning over the novel's male second lead. He asked me to attend to his needs, and I even massaged his shoulders and legs. When he craved pizza from across town late at night, I went out to buy it for him. Just as I was about to reach ninety-nine points in my strategy, the female lead kissed him right in front of me. At that moment, my progress reset to zero. The system asked me, "You've failed for the third time. Do you want to continue?" I felt utterly defeated. "No, I want to go home," I replied. In an instant, I saw him suddenly look up, his eyes filled with panic as he stared at me.
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Chapter 5

Given that I was just a junior assistant, my resignation request was approved swiftly, and I only had to wait five days before I could leave.

By the time I finished handing over all my work, it was already evening, and the entire company was silent.

Just as I stepped out, a sudden pang of anxiety hit me, making me break out in cold sweat.

An internal system or mechanism informed me that this was the emotional turmoil I had to face before returning home.

I stumbled to find a chair and sat down, watching cars speed by in front of me. Suddenly, I remembered the little cat waiting at home.

The cat was the first living creature I saw after my initial failed mission.

Although we were strangers at first, it greeted me by lifting its tail in a friendly greeting and meowing as it circled around me.

It instantly rejuvenated me and was a symbol of companionship in my loneliness before Gu Yunshen liked me again.

Without it, I might have already broken down.

The system mentioned that I couldn't take it with me when I leave.

Therefore, I needed to find someone who truly loved it within five days, ensuring that it would live happily even in my absence.

Once my heart settled, I hurriedly hailed a taxi and rushed home.

It had been a while since I last returned home, and as I unlocked the door from memory, I sensed something was off.

I looked down and noticed that the slippers I always kept to the side were missing.

As I scanned upwards past the shoe cabinet, the bouquet of orange flowers that was supposed to be there had vanished, replaced by a pot of succulents.

In that instant, I thought of Song Zhixia, who was allergic to flowers and had a fondness for succulents.

Looking further into the distance, the photo of Gu Yunshen and me had been swapped with one of him and Song Zhixia.

All these signs pointed to Song Zhixia having moved in.

But she hated cats.

Realizing this, my eyes widened in panic, and I rushed to the room where the cat stayed.

"Sui Sui!"

I flung open the door, calling out its name.

The cat that used to respond instantly was silent.

And I discovered that the entire room had been converted into Song Zhixia's dance studio, with mirrored walls and exercise equipment.

The cat was nowhere to be seen.

Frantically, I searched every corner of the house, calling out for it, hoping it was just hiding out of fear.

But it was nowhere to be found.

An overwhelming anxiety gripped me, my hands trembling uncontrollably.

In my disoriented state, I heard a click from the entrance, followed by a soft moan.

I saw Gu Yunshen, his face slightly flushed, holding Song Zhixia by the waist, his head buried in her neck.

Finding his tie too tight, he yanked it off with his other hand.

Song Zhixia, her eyes dreamy, smiled at Gu Yunshen, slowly beginning to undo his buttons.

Their breathing was so heavy that even I, standing a short distance away, could hear it.

"Yunshen!"

Just as Song Zhixia was about to remove Gu Yunshen's shirt, she caught my gaze.

"Why is there someone in the house!"

Gu Yunshen frowned deeply, clicking his tongue in annoyance as he hastily put on the jacket lying on the floor. His eyes glared at me as if he wanted to devour me, but upon recognizing me, the flush on his face faded, and he stood frozen.

"How... are you home?"

I walked over slowly, softly questioning him.

"Where is my Sui Sui?"

Gu Yunshen furrowed his brows, seemingly having no recollection.

"What's Sui Sui?"

"My little cat, a golden-hued cat!"

I stared at him intently, my fists clenched tight, my voice rising.

Gu Yunshen casually released Song Zhixia's hand, indifferent.

"It's just a cat. No need to get so worked up. If you can't find it, just keep looking. Yelling at me won't help."

In a fit of rage, I raised my hand and slapped him.

Song Zhixia shrieked and immediately pushed me away.

"I was the one who got rid of that cat. If you're angry, take it out on me."

Out of sheer frustration, I slapped her too.

"What right do you have to touch it? It's not yours!"

Tears fell alongside my actions, and for a moment, my hands and feet felt terrifyingly cold.

"Where did you throw it?"

I grabbed her collar.

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