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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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Chapter 267: I Don't Want to Lie to You

It seemed as if they were the only two people left in the world.

Ye Jinwen and Mo Nie, standing beside them, were just emotionless backdrop boards.

"What's the hurry? I'm not going anywhere." In the end, it was Xiao Qimo who broke the silence, reaching out to straighten her hair.

The girl did not speak, her gaze lowered, her head slightly tilted down.

The poem immediately came to Xiao Qimo's mind: That tenderness in her gentle bow, delicate as a lotus flower wavering in the cool breeze...

He pursed his lips, his brows deeply furrowed, and his throat was dry.

It was somewhat unbearable.

His hand slid down, the calloused fingertips gliding from the top of the girl's head to her cheek, tucking the hair behind her ear, revealing the tiny, enticing red mole.

He truly wanted to break this little rascal apart, crush her, and blend her into his very bones.