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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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416 Chs

Chapter 157: Galaxy Sleep Guard Team!

The sudden closeness of her younger daughter caught Fu Man off guard for a moment, her face filling with a tender and contented smile.

Lu Xinnuan pouted and kissed her on the cheek, "Mom, wait for my good news!"

Fu Man kept repeating "Okay," her joy clearly overflowing.

Lu Xinnuan swept a stealthy glance at Lu Mian, her eyes tinged with vengeful satisfaction.

What she possessed, Lu Mian did not.

What she was now enjoying, Lu Mian did not have.

Anything that could even slightly affect Lu Mian's performance was a pleasure for her to witness.

Fu Man, unaware of her thoughts, gently fixed Lu Xinnuan's ponytail and wrapped her coat around her with utmost care.

But as she turned her head, she inadvertently caught sight of that slender, cool figure.

All her movements froze mid-air, her expression stiff, her throat dry and unable to produce a sound.

Only by reading her lips could one tell that she had called out two words: Mianmian...