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's tone was extremely cold, her gaze firm and chilly, "I'll ask one last time, did you do all these things?"


Lucy's smile did not diminish, "What do you think?"


She said no more, satisfied with her smile, she was dragged away by the guards.


After taking a few steps, Lucy raised her voice and said as she walked away: "Lu Mian, do you know how to weave a perfect lie? Seventy percent truth, thirty percent falsity, that's enough! It's true for liars, for salespeople, and for love."


Seventy percent truth, thirty percent falsity.


Lu Mian smirked devilishly at Lucy, calmly watching her leave.


Lucy turned to look at Lu Mian, and her gaze collided with Lu Mian's small smile. Suddenly, Lucy, who felt assured of her win, felt a chill run through her veins, totally unable to discern whether Lu Mian believed her at all.


Her mission was complete, she had done it perfectly.


Chapter 710: Not Letting Mianmian Suffer the Slightest Grievance