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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?

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605 Chs

Chapter 509 Will You Forget Again?

Lu Mian took the initiative to walk over to Xiao Qimo's jeep. She was clad in a black trench coat, hands tucked in her pockets, tilting her head to look at the man behind her.

Fine snowflakes dusted her hair and shoulders, adding a touch of playfulness and softness to her cool demeanor.

"Aren't you cold? Why don't you hurry up~"

The end of her sentence was drawn out a bit, soft and with a hint of drowsiness.

Xiao Qimo quickened his pace to follow her.

Instead of heading straight to the driver's seat, he first approached Lu Mian, brushing the snowflakes off her clothes. Then, he gently tousled her hair, the tenderness endless.

"Let's go, my... girlfriend."

Lu Mian curled her lips: "Thank you, my... Mister Driver."

"You little rascal!"

The man cursed as he opened the door for her.

Once they were both in the car, Lu Mian had already fastened her seatbelt. Xiao Qimo glanced at her and slowly started the vehicle.