The Master’s Mask Unveiled Again
Chapter 818 - 817: Do You Know the Other Party’s Background?

Chapter 818: Chapter 817: Do You Know the Other Party’s Background?

Following the direction of Yu’s finger, Xiao Jianli, Lu Mian, and Xiao Qimo all looked over.

In the restaurant, a delicate sign was displayed, reading "Support the College Entrance Exam."

The event’s content was simple and crude.

Based on the college entrance exam scores, the top scorer would enjoy free meals for life at this restaurant, the second-place finisher for one year, and the third-place for one month.

Those who scored above the first-tier university cut-off would get a 50% discount (limited to one time).

Those who scored above the second-tier university cut-off would get a 30% discount (limited to one time).

The event had been on for some time, and had attracted the attention of many students’ families.

No one dared dream of being top three scorers, but surpassing the first or second-tier university cut-off was quite hopeful.

The seats at MM Ji Restaurant were already hard to book, and with such a substantial promotion this time, the possibility of enjoying a big meal just by one’s exam scores naturally drew crowds.

Sure enough, within a few minutes of Lu Mian’s group standing at the entrance, numerous families arrived, registering for the event.

Some even speculated.

"If the top scorer came to MM Ji every day with family and friends, could the restaurant be eaten into bankruptcy...?"

"MM Ji is really being generous this time. It shows how much the owner values the college entrance exam!"

After looking over the event, Xiao Jianli patted Yu’s shoulder approvingly, "Young Yu, your event is powerful! This is our family’s exam candidate, Lu Mian. Take good care of her!"

Xiao Qimo: ...Take care of my ass!

Lu Mian turned her head, the clear depths of her eyes twinkling with faint light. She glanced at Yu.

The man, usually so serious, slightly lifted the corners of his lips, hiding a trace of slyness.

Well, a boss who doesn’t aim to be the top scorer isn’t a good hacker, just like that.

Lu Mian gave a speechless thumbs-up.

Nice.

Really nice.

As more and more people gathered at the entrance, Lu Mian asked Xiao Qimo to take Grandpa to the upstairs private room first.

The old man grumbled that it wasn’t right; he hadn’t booked a private room.

Xiao Qimo ignored him.

Lu Mian stayed back and, on the registration form spread out by Yu, she wrote her name with a flourish.

Yu happily collected the registration form.

Lu Mian stared at him quietly for a few moments. Her gaze, already understanding, turned cold and distant. Touching her chin, she spoke indifferently, "Handsome Yu, Jinjing has a new store opened."

Yu’s hand, organizing the registration forms, paused.

"I’m not going," he blurted out.

Lu Mian had already taken a couple of steps away, but hearing this, she turned back expressionlessly, her perfect jaw moving subtly as she spoke lazily yet decisively.

"I make the decisions."

Yu was thoroughly choked up.

A present! Life! Payback! From the boss!

——

Private Room No. 1.

Xiao Jianli was feeling uneasy, "Young Yu said that Private Room No. 1 is never open to the public. Qimo, did you use your identity to pressure him?"

The cultured man silently poured him tea and water.

Young Yu, Young Yu, he sure sounds affectionate.

Does he even know what the other person is really about?

"Young Yu is pretty nice, don’t be like that..." Xiao Jianli, when outside, unless for business, never took the initiative to reveal his family’s identity. There was no need, and he wasn’t used to it.

Xiao Qimo finished pouring the tea, set the pot on the table, then picked up his own cup and brought it to his lips.

"I haven’t done anything," he said.

"Not you? Then given my relationship with the owner, we wouldn’t be able to come to Private Room No. 1."

"Heh," Xiao Qimo let out a cold laugh, "Don’t worry, your relationship with the owner of MM Ji is very good, extremely good."

Xiao Jianli was confused, his hand holding the teacup hovering mid-air, and he didn’t even take a sip.

"What do you mean?"

Xiao Qimo was too frustrated to speak.

Mo Si, standing on the side, finally couldn’t resist and clarified the matter for Xiao Jianli.

"Grandpa, this restaurant... is actually opened by Miss Lu," he chuckled, "Miss Lu is the real boss."

"Mianmian?" Xiao Jianli’s fingers shook, and Mo Si quickly steadied the teacup for the old man, nearly preventing a burn.

"Mianmian is the owner of MM Ji Restaurant? Then what about little Yu?"

Xiao Qimo let out a snort, "He is your own grandson’s romantic rival."

Selling his own grandson out while helping someone else count their money.

Xiao Jianli: ...

It was at this moment that Lu Mian pushed the door open and entered, her demeanor calm and collected, as if she were in her own home.

"Mianmian!" The old man put down his teacup, his eyes lighting up with even more fervor as they fell on his granddaughter-in-law.

"No wonder the dishes you make have the style of MM Ji. Grandpa really didn’t expect you to open a restaurant!"

"Ah." Lu Mian looked at the old man’s enlighted expression and sat down with a smile, casually responding, "I just opened it on a whim."

"To think a whim could lead to something so impressive..."

"Mr. Xiao, there will be a branch in Jinjing too, so you can enjoy MM Ji’s dishes when you return to Jinjing," Lu Mian mentioned.

"Oh?" Xiao Jianli had wanted to take his old buddies in Jinjing to taste MM Ji’s dishes for a long time and immediately pressed, "Where will it be opened?"

Xiao Qimo and Mo Si both looked at Lu Mian at the same time.

Lu Mian was holding a delicate little teacup between two fingers and, without giving it much thought, said lightheartedly.

"At Hengzhong Mall, in the central business district of Jinjing City."

Hengzhong Mall?

Xiao Qimo’s gaze grew silent for a moment.

——

The lobby downstairs.

Many students, hearing about MM Ji’s high school exam support event, came to sign up.

Jiang Yingyue, filling out the registration form, caught sight of Lu Mian’s name with sharp eyes.

She suppressed a snicker.

How dare a first-year high school student even think of writing their name here?

Is it just about participating?

She curled her lip and handed back the form, then turned to her parents with a smile, "Dad, Mom, I’ve signed up. Maybe we’ll be able to come here to eat often."

Jiang’s father and mother affectionately tousled their daughter’s hair.

"Maybe for free."

Jiang Yingyue nodded.

The phone in her pocket vibrated. She took a step back and checked it.

It was a message from a contact named "Man in Black."

The message asked: "Which exam room is Sui Yuan in?"

Jiang Yingyue looked around, quickly found a photo in her album, and sent it over.

"This is a picture of Sui Yuan’s admission ticket I snapped secretly."

——

On June 7th, like any other day, Lu Mian woke up.

Exercising, handling affairs, and having breakfast.

Just another ordinary day.

After enjoying a satisfying burger, Lu Mian stood up to go to the restroom.

Mo Si just happened to knock and enter, noticing that the dining table had been cleared and feeling annoyed at arriving late.

"Miss Lu, the old master insisted I prepare these for you."

Lu Mian was drying her hands when she came out and saw that Mo Si was holding a sausage in his left hand and two doughnuts in his right.

A lively and perfect score indeed.

"Just put them in my backpack, please," Lu Mian couldn’t refuse the old man’s goodwill.

Mo Si looked around for a moment, heading towards the quietly resting black backpack on the sofa.

He opened the zipper a little, placed the sausage and doughnuts in the bag, and accidentally pulled out a piece of clothing.

Mo Si curiously looked at the piece of clothing in his hand.

Pitch black, he had never seen Miss Lu wear it.

It looked somewhat like...

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