Dou Dou has copper coins

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?

The Master's Mask Unveiled Again

Lu Mian looked at the print on the takeout bag, thinking of the hamburger she had just eaten, as a hint of puzzlement flashed through her almond-shaped clear eyes.


She only paused for a few seconds before withdrawing her gaze, and when she arrived downstairs, Xiao Qimo was already standing beside the car, waiting for her.


It was the same unassuming black car, with the "Weilan" logo hanging on the rear, and only those in the know could understand its worth.


Under the starry night sky, he wrapped his scarf about himself and waved to her.


He was very tall, standing out conspicuously even next to a line of personal vehicles of varying heights and models.


Bathed in the moonlight and stars, he exuded a faint halo, casually tucking one hand in his trouser pocket, embodying grace and handsomeness, like a noble figure from a traditional painting.


"Let's go, time to go home." As he spoke, a faint white mist exhaled from his mouth, shrouding his features in a blur.


Chapter 274: Speaking More and More Pleasantly