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

The air felt like it had been suddenly sucked away.


Mo Si's head spun and it took him a while to speak with difficulty, "Mr. Mo, are you and Miss Lu together?"


Sitting in the front row of the living room sofa, eating melon seeds, Mo Fan's expressionless face twitched twice.


No wonder he hadn't recognized the voice.


Having turned on the speakerphone, Xiao Qimo placed down the receiver with both arms crossed in front of him.


He just stood there in silence, emanating a powerful oppressive feeling even through millions of miles and across the telephone line.


"I heard you've made up quite a few texts and sent them to me," the refined man said indifferently, "and you were planning to collude with Lu Mian to fool me."


He didn't even need to read those messages to know what they contained.


Do you know what it means to have nowhere to hide?


Do you know what it means to be slapped in the face?


Chapter 702 Lu Mian's Confidence is Wholesale