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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 531 Someone plays better than you

In the small theater, music that was both gorgeous and fluid quickly arose from a whisper to a crescendo.

The theater's sound equipment was all top-of-the-line, and the piano on the stage was one of the finest models from Steinway.

The guests at the scene all maintained silence, intently listening to the original composition brought forth by the young pianist.

Lu Mian leaned against the back of her chair, her eyelashes slightly lowered—in truth, she had no idea that Shao Yunxuan was capable of arranging music.

She became interested for a moment, her body slightly leaning forward, her left hand casually resting on the armrest wrapped in bandages, while her right index finger absentmindedly twirled a lock of hair, at ease and leisurely.

However, as a few notes leapt out, Lu Mian's finger, originally twining her hair, suddenly paused.

She lazily raised her eyes to glance at the stage, and after listening for about ten seconds, a low "heh" escaped her lips, casual yet devilish.