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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?

Dou Dou has copper coins · Urban
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606 Chs

Chapter 374 Her Piano Piece

Mo Si curiously asked, "Young Master Ye, what did Mo Ye say?"

"He said he has bought the hotel, and we can use the waitstaff as we please."

Mo Si: Mo Ye is indeed awesome.

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Lu Mian took advantage of the break between classes to head to the arts building and randomly picked a piano room.

At this time, the art students were in their general education classes and not practicing here, so she could borrow the room for a bit.

Having agreed to Chu Kuo's request, she naturally intended to keep her promise.

She casually set up her phone and switched it to video recording mode.

She flipped through someone's sheet music, thought for a moment, closed it, and looked no further.

Placing her hands on the distinct black and white keys, she slowly closed her eyes, her demeanor entirely different from the wicked presence she emanated in the cafe that day.

That day, she was simply retaliating against Sheng Zijin, and the piece she played was more a display of technique.