The Master’s Mask Unveiled Again
Chapter 889 - 888: My Girlfriend, She’s a Big Shot in Disguise

Chapter 889: Chapter 888: My Girlfriend, She’s a Big Shot in Disguise

Everyone looked up at her.

Lu Mian didn’t notice anything unusual and, with a smile, glanced at the three people in the dressing room.

"Director Qimo, Uncle, you’re here too."

Xiao Qimo smiled gently and gracefully before lowering his gaze to the screen. In the depths of his inky black eyes, a sudden storm swirled—

"Mr. Xiao, what does it mean when these two red dots overlap?"

Fu Yu, whose eyesight wasn’t great and wasn’t familiar with such visuals, pointed at the screen and asked the question out of confusion.

What does it mean...

Suddenly, Xiao Qimo let out a chuckle, tossed the laptop onto the coffee table, and crossed his legs while folding his arms across his chest.

The refined man stared at Lu Mian, his smile taking on an oddly warm demeanor.

"Ask her."

Huh?

The girl, clueless, was thrown into bewilderment by Xiao Qimo’s cold tone. As she swiped the wire of her headphones aside and her indifferent gaze landed on the laptop screen, her pupils slightly contracted.

It was the kind of location-tracking method hackers commonly used...

Two overlapping red dots meant the origin point and the target point were in the exact same location.

"Oh~ So, Mr. Mi Lu is actually around us, isn’t that right?" Fu Yu exclaimed as realization dawned on him.

From between clenched teeth, Xiao Qimo spat out a single word.

"Right."

The party in question—eyes flickering with guilt and panic—looked down and poked the floor lightly with the tip of her shoe.

So, the one caught off guard turned out to be her...

Before she could say anything, the dressing room door swung open again.

A sudden appearance—an energetic woman burst into the room, catching everyone by surprise.

Fu Yu’s face lit up. He couldn’t help but marvel at how accurate Xiao Qimo’s tracking technique was. Sure enough, someone entered, with only a few meters of deviation.

He was all smiles, nearly blurting out the words "Mr. Mi Lu."

But Qiao Yaqian didn’t give him the chance. Urgently, she turned straight to Lu Mian and pressed her query: "Mr. Mi Lu, may I ask which row and seat you’ll be sitting in? Should we arrange any spotlights or close-ups for you..."

Qiao Yaqian was genuinely chasing after Lu Mian for an answer.

Lu Mian’s gaze flickered lightly.

"..."

The dressing room’s atmosphere turned subtly peculiar.

Fu Yu and La Ge’s emotions were all but plastered on their faces, shifting rapidly between stunned and awkward.

Qiao Yaqian sensed something was off, cautiously asking, "What’s wrong...?"

Lu Mian rubbed her temple and waved dismissively at Qiao Yaqian, "No need, thank you."

"Alright!"

With her task unfinished, Qiao Yaqian left again in the same whirlwind manner she’d entered.

Her entire appearance lasted no more than thirty seconds. Yet for Fu Yu and La Ge, those seconds felt like an eternity.

The dressing room fell into silence.

Neither Fu Yu nor La Ge could quite process what had just happened. The only one who seemed to grasp the situation—the man sitting there—didn’t look too pleased about it.

"Director Qimo..." Lu Mian opened her mouth but didn’t know where to start explaining.

There was no need to explain. Xiao Qimo had already understood everything the moment he saw the location map.

The man raised one hand to adjust the frame of his glasses while the other hand, exasperated, pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I really want to just..."

He gritted his teeth. "Strip you bare!"

Layer after layer of identities—how many more were there?!

Lu Mian awkwardly rubbed the tip of her nose. "Are you mad?"

"No, I’m not mad."

"..." Really?

Lu Mian had read plenty of romance novels. Typically, when one’s partner said they weren’t mad, it really meant they were mad.

Didn’t he promise not to get upset with her?

Xiao Qimo wasn’t angry about Mi Lu’s identity; rather, he was annoyed about all the unnecessary effort he’d put in!

Congratulating Shen Yixin?

Supporting Shen Yixin’s pursuit of true love?

Looking back now, Xiao Qimo just wanted to kick himself.

Knowing she’d been caught red-handed, the girl gripped her phone and obediently stood in front of Xiao Qimo.

She tugged at the corner of his shirt, gently pulling it.

"I’m sorry."

"..." The apology was quick!

"It’s my fault."

"..." But it felt a little shallow, like something a heartless scoundrel—ugh, a heartless woman—might say.

Lu Mian tugged at his shirt again, shedding her usual aloofness and air of arrogance. Her defiant face softened with hints of playful pleading.

"I gave you a heads-up before..."

Xiao Qimo seemed to recall her cryptic hints, especially the moments she’d acted "meaningfully" around Shen Yixin. He wanted nothing more than to take back every word he’d said during those moments.

He now had too much to worry about—not just men and women, relatives, or those close to him—but even Lu Mian’s alternate personas potentially stirring up problems elsewhere.

The more Xiao Qimo thought about it, the more his head throbbed.

Fu Yu finally broke out of his state of shock.

"Mianmian, you’re Mi Lu?"

The composed man on the sofa gave a cold yet elegant chuckle. "Mi Lu. M.L. Reverse those letters and you get L.M. It perfectly fits your lazy approach to naming things."

Lu Mian: ...

I’ve tried to explain so many times, but I keep getting interrupted...

Frustrated.

Fu Yu’s usually gentle and refined demeanor cracked momentarily as he manually closed his dropped jaw.

"No wonder you refused to apprentice under Chu Kong, or deepen your studies with Kunyang..."

Because there was no need.

"Uncle, I was just doing it casually."

"That’s evident. You don’t write for profit—no copyrights sales, no songwriting commissions—completely self-willed and defiant."

Lu Mian: ...

La Ge, who hadn’t grasped the tangled web of relationships and emotions in this situation, let out a massive sigh of relief upon realizing Lu Mian was Mi Lu, bursting into uncontainable joy.

"Miss Lu, so that means they can’t accuse you of plagiarism now!"

Lu Mian stroked her chin. "Plagiarism?"

Seeing her still unaware, Fu Yu filled her in on the whole story.

Lu Mian stood in silent contemplation for a long moment, then finally muttered two words with suppressed ire.

"Idiots."

No one knew exactly whom she was cursing, but her annoyance was undeniable.

"Mianmian, don’t bother arguing with them. At least now everything is under control. A moment ago, I was worried Mi Lu’s appearance would blow things out of proportion, not just delaying the music festival’s progress but also hurting your and La Ge’s career development. But things are different now—it’s all resolved."

Fu Yu comforted Lu Mian.

La Ge nodded alongside him. His gaze at Lu Mian brimmed not only with gratitude but also admiration.

Miss Lu was truly the hidden genius. By sheer coincidence, he’d been fortunate enough to collaborate with one of the most renowned talents in the industry.

And those copyrights that so many in the music world scrambled to purchase? He had unknowingly received them.

His sister was right—in Lu Mian’s presence, good things always happened!

Since partnering up with Miss Lu, his luck seemed to have skyrocketed!

"I understand now. I’ll wait for them to come to me." Lu Mian suppressed the frustration in her heart. Her gaze lifted, landing on Xiao Qimo’s silently brooding figure, coughing lightly.

"Director Qimo, let’s head back. La Ge needs to get ready."

Xiao Qimo stood up.

Fu Yu sincerely patted his nephew-in-law’s shoulder, offering words of consolation. "Mr. Xiao, Mianmian having another identity isn’t really that big of a deal."

Xiao Qimo: ...

This uncle clearly hadn’t grasped the situation—Lu Mian didn’t just have *one* or *two* identities.

You probably don’t understand the mental strain of being in a relationship with someone who constantly reveals themselves to be a secret powerhouse.

It’s... a real test of psychological endurance.