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

Only two talents in computer science were recruited, and Sun Hui was the most capable among them. If he couldn't figure it out, who else in the office could?


Lu Mian slightly furrowed her brows, "Mr. Sun, let me have a look at it later."


"Ah? Can you?" Sun Hui advised kindly, "Miss Lu, this is a technical job..."


Xiao Qimo sat in the back, not saying much, his gaze glued to Lu Mian, paying no attention to anything else.


Occasionally, he rubbed his back, occasionally stretching his arms. As Lu Mian said, his body indeed felt very numb and sore.


His small movements all caught Sikong Jian's eye. Turning his head, he swept a glance at Xiao Qimo and hooked his lips in a cold smile, sending a text to Liang Hua.


[Director Liang, switch my room to the one next to Lu Mian's.]


Chapter 692: The Familiar Feel of a Trashy Woman