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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 172: You Win

At that moment, all defenses and vigilance were withdrawn, replaced by Lu Mian's slightly heavy footsteps.

She walked up to a position one step away from the box.

The box was an insulated food container, and after she kicked its lid off, its contents were immediately visible.

Six burgers, neatly and securely arranged.

Without guessing, she knew who made them.

Just a neighbor, yet he gave her the feeling of someone "waiting for her to come home for a meal."

Her features, icy and guarded just a second ago, softened the next, her eyes filled with a haze and distance incomprehensible to others.

Lu Mian stood still, raising her hand to her heart.

There, slowly, a sensation trickled out, fine and itchy, sour and aching.

Wasn't it already dead?

Why was there still sensation?

Suddenly dejected, Lu Mian let her hand fall and parted her thin lips, expressionlessly drawing out three words.

"You win."