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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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446 Chs

Chapter 89: He Couldn't Possibly Like You, Could He?

Su Jue strenuously reached out her hand, but as the disciplinary teacher turned away indifferently, that heart, yearning for help, instantly vanished into thin air.

"Director Qimo???"

Then, the pain in her body, in her abdomen, intensified.

Xiao Qimo left with his hands behind his back, while Ye Jinwen followed with a cheeky giggle, fearlessly joking, "Brother Qimo, you as the disciplinary teacher, don't intervene when students fight, don't care when students get hurt, tsk..."

The gentle-looking man tilted his head, pushing his gold-rimmed glasses, "Any objections?"

Uh...

He wouldn't dare to object!

But really, Brother Qimo, can you drop the satisfied look for once?

"Brother Qimo, Little Mianmian!" After Ye Jinwen's silent critique, he sharply spotted something and pointed towards the school's flower bed, his baby-faced eyes suddenly widening, "Cough, Brother Qimo, better not look."

He mustered the courage and positioned himself in front of Xiao Qimo.