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 lazily got up, at this time, stripped of her black robe and mask, she looked every bit the young girl.


A scornful smile curled at the corners of her mouth, and she laughed.


On the way back, Wa Zhiqi and Wang Xintong adamantly refused to let Lu Mian drive again; her lightning-fast driving had left such a psychological mark on them that they would die before getting into her car again.


Wa Zhiqi, holding onto his nearly bursting wound, took his seat at the wheel with a determination that said nobody else should even think of taking it from him.


Lu Mian was content with the quiet, taking the passenger seat.


As the scenery outside the car window receded, Lu Mian, for once, appreciated the view, casually spinning the phone issued by the Shencheng Office in her hand, her thoughts drifting.


She noticed the French parasol trees by the road.


Chapter 667: Grandpa Mo Is Still Angry with Him