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The Master's Mask Unveiled Again

The all-powerful boss is stripped of his identity again! One is handsome while the other is proud; the two-faced refined rascal versus a cynical girl with hidden identities. Everyone secretly jokei that Master Mo’s wife is an ignorant and incompetent little tyrant. Bad at her studies? Lu Mian emergei as the top student for science at her college entrance examination. No talent? Lu Mian shows everyone how competent she is at multitasking by playing the piano with one hand, and painting with the other during a live performance. A prodigal? She makes a small fortune in just two days with her limited knowledge. Boxing, Go chess, appraising treasures, car racing… Bring it on! She can do them all. The soft-spoken Xiao Qimo adjusts his glasses with pride. “Who else has something to say?” One of his subordinates raises his hand cautiously. “Master Mo, your wife seems to be the one who single-handedly destroyed the illegal laboratory.” Xiao Qimo looks at his wife who is quietly practicing calligraphy. “That’s impossible!” It isn’t until… During the general meeting for the International Elite Organization, both Xiao Qimo and Lu Mian wear a mask. They take the stage and succeed as the organization’s Chief and Deputy Chief, respectively. The Deputy Chief beside me looks like my wife. This is Xiao Qimo’s thought. The Chief looks like someone I know. Lu Mian is thinking the same thing, too. Soon, the newly appointed Chief is seen blocking his deputy at the ladies’ room. What happens when two strong and uncorrupted individuals fall for each other?

Bronze Coins In Pocket · Urban
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95 Chs

She Knew Lu Mian's Capabilities the Best

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Lu Mian quickly retracted her gaze lazily. Her eyes had coldness, distance and brightness unlike Lu Xinnuan's.

Ding Cai pulled a chair over for Lu Mian.

"Lu Mian, how did you do in your examinations?"

Lu Mian's almond-like eyes became dazed.

"It's either you let me tutor you, or you draw on our classroom's blackboard this afternoon."

Lu Xinnuan smiled seemingly. Let Lu Mian draw?

She had not touched drawing materials in more than ten years.

When Sun Jiaying heard this, she seemed to remember something and asked, "Is our classroom's blackboard finished?"

She was busy preparing the speech for the pep rally and did not have time to care about such miscellaneous items.

"Teacher, it's all done." Lu Xinnuan smiled.

"I'm confident in your work."

Su Jue looked up from his script with a strange expression, but he did not say anything.