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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?

Bronze Coins In Pocket · 都市
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134 Chs

It's Fake, Don't Believe It

翻訳者: Atlas Studios 編集者: Atlas Studios

Lu Mian locked herself in the room for two days.

When she was hungry or thirsty, she would head to the refrigerator in the kitchen and look for food, making it past the weekend.

Monday morning…

She wore Kun Peng Middle School's uniform and appeared in the living room punctually.

The sky blue and white loose sports attire made her skin look even whiter and colder, but she looked good in it.

Fu Man walked out wearing an apron and forced out a smile. She asked, "Mianmian, I made breakfast. Do you want some?"

Other mothers would always directly tell their children to come and eat and not ask them if they wanted to.

However, it was a polite question for Fu Man.

Perhaps she was seeking Lu Mian's opinion, but she had already treated Lu Family as an outsider subconsciously.