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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 578 Everywhere Are Traps

Xiao Qimo felt that this was indeed the correct way to meet the parents, and thus he became more at ease.

What was bound to happen would always come; if Fu Yu remained overly polite, he would actually be more worried.

He considered himself quite familiar with Lu Mian, aside from the secrets she hadn't shared. Despite feeling nervous, he was confident that he could certainly win over this little uncle's approval.

The refined man gracefully rinsed the greens in the hot pot, speaking gently, "Mr. Fu, Lu Mian can't drink alcohol."

Fu Yu uttered an "Oh," not too surprised, but quickly introduced another topic.

"Mr. Xiao, I wonder if you could grant me a request."

Not just one— even if it were ten, he would have to agree.

Xiao Qimo nodded, "Please say it."

Fu Yu's demeanor became somber, and Xiao Qimo could see deep concern and worry in his expression. He knitted his brows, then he heard Fu Yu speak slowly and gravely.