The Master’s Mask Unveiled Again
Chapter 935 - 934: Want to be the Boss of IEG?

Chapter 935: Chapter 934: Want to be the Boss of IEG?

Lu Yutian agreed to the matter.

When Lu Mian opened this restaurant, it undoubtedly relied on the support of Brother Yun Sang and Xiao Qimo. She and Yun Sang were biological siblings, and Yun Sang and Xiao Qimo were sworn brothers. The relationships were clear at a glance.

By the time she explained the pros and cons of the matter thoroughly, Lu Mian surely wouldn’t be so stubborn anymore.

Mr. Saino cheerfully shook Lu Yutian’s hand.

"Miss Yutian, thank you very much. If this goes through, the partnership between LOOK Company and the Watson Group should be about settled."

This was exactly the outcome Lu Yutian wanted.

She had been working hard all along to secure the collaboration between the two companies.

"Thank you, Mr. Saino. I’m very much looking forward to working with Watson."

——

When Lu Mian returned from the balcony garden, she saw Yuren sitting absentmindedly on the sofa. She glanced back at Xiao Qimo, seemingly seeking his opinion.

Xiao Qimo first shot a subtle glare at Yuren but behaved impeccably and thoughtfully in front of Lu Mian.

"You two talk, I’ll wait for you in Private Room No. 1."

"Alright."

Once the reception room was left with only Lu Mian and Yuren, Lu Mian sat down across from Yuren with one leg crossed.

"Handsome Yu, have you gone back to visit the Liang Family recently?"

Yuren’s birth family was the Liang Family. Once a prominent and illustrious household, it had now declined to the margins of second-tier families and was on the verge of disappearing entirely.

His biological sister, Liang Xueyan, had married into the Wang Family and had given birth to a daughter last autumn.

These were all things Lu Mian was aware of.

Setting up MM Ji Restaurant in Jinjing and placing Yuren here was her way of helping him expand his career while also hoping he could let go of his inner knots.

She knew he still harbored deep feelings for his sister. Returning to Jinjing gave him the chance to visit her from time to time.

Even if it was just to sneak a glance.

"The restaurant has been too busy; I haven’t gone back," Yuren said, clearly unwilling to discuss the topic any further.

"You single-handedly built the Liang Group. I don’t believe a single restaurant could possibly keep you that occupied."

Lu Mian bluntly exposed Yuren’s little lie. After a moment of thought, she added, "Some family members don’t need to be contacted, but others are impossible to let go of. Sometimes, I envy people like you. At least you can still find blood relatives to connect with."

Yuren caught a trace of melancholy in her reserved gaze.

The words **embryo transplantation** had also left a mark on his heart.

The phrase sounded cold and impersonal, like an experiment grown in a lab’s Petri dish.

He could understand how Lu Mian felt.

Across the table, he almost had the impulse to hold her hand and tell her that there were still many people who loved her.

But in the end, he didn’t move.

He was disciplined; he was proper. He stayed within the boundaries of friendship and familial ties, never taking an extra step.

By not crossing the line, things could remain unchanged forever.

And he was content with that.

"Mianmian, the Watson Consortium seems to have ulterior motives," Yuren said, changing the subject. He didn’t want Lu Mian dwelling in her sadness.

Lu Mian quickly regained her composure. "I’ll handle it."

She pulled out her phone and rapidly typed out a few lines of text, then placed the phone in her palm and spun it around several times.

"I’m heading to the private room. You’ve been working hard lately. If you feel like taking a break, just let me know anytime."

Yuren got up to escort her to the door. "I’m not tired. You know I enjoy cooking and the restaurant business."

If it was something he loved, it would never feel tiring.

Lu Mian lifted her eyes, her gaze meeting a pair of strict and deep-set eyes. The owner of those eyes seemed to be hiding something and quickly averted his gaze.

"I’ll head to the kitchen," Yuren said, walking away with slightly hurried steps.

Lu Mian scratched her head, a little perplexed. "...Oh."

She turned around and walked in the opposite direction.

As she walked, she fiddled with her phone and noticed that the text message she had sent to Yun Zhijuan earlier still hadn’t received a response.

Today was August 8th. As Qimo’s birthday drew nearer, Lu Mian was feeling a little anxious.

How long was that stodgy old man planning to hide from her?!

Lu Mian typed furiously with one hand as she walked.

[If you still don’t answer me before August 23rd, I’ll bomb the IEG Headquarters. I mean it.]

This time, her message didn’t sink into the abyss without reply.

What she received was a response from a number resembling an advertising promotion.

Yun Zhijuan: [Mian Xiaobao! If you bomb it, I’ll throw myself into the sea and feed the fish!]

Lu Mian: [Oh, so you’re still alive?]

At this moment, Yun Zhijuan was leisurely fishing in a pristine, undeveloped paradise, accompanied by a slightly dazed middle-aged man.

Fuming, Yun Zhijuan stood up, fanned away his anger, and replied: [You’re going to drive your master to an early grave! What do you want from me?!]

[Lift the restrictions on my ID card. I’m going to register for my marriage certificate.]

[...] Yun Zhijuan took several deep breaths. [Fine, I’ll lift the restrictions, but only if you agree to one condition.]

Standing at the door of Private Room No. 1, Lu Mian’s eyes flickered slightly. [What condition?]

[You must personally meet the person I introduce to you. Once you’ve met them, I’ll lift the restrictions on your ID card.]

Lu Mian raised her head and glanced through the door at the private room, her expression wavering between hesitation and resignation.

It was rare for her to show such a conflicted look.

Meeting this person wouldn’t mean much.

She reassured herself.

Her priority was regaining control of her ID card so she could fulfill Baby Mo’s wish.

[Fine.] After sending those two words, Lu Mian added: [My boyfriend picked out an excellent fishing rod for you. If you have time, you should meet him. If you don’t, that’s fine too. Either way, I’m definitely marrying him.]

Yun Zhijuan was so infuriated that he nearly flipped the fishing rod placed at the riverside. The dazed old man next to him glanced at Yun Zhijuan in alarm, wide-eyed and apprehensive.

Yun Zhijuan hurriedly comforted him, "Hua Hua, don’t be scared. This has nothing to do with you."

"Oh."

The man addressed as Hua Hua, Dr. Hua, nodded innocently and went back to focusing on his fishing.

Yun Zhijuan shook his head in exasperation. This man, once a towering figure in the field of life sciences and engineering, had developed PTSD—Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder—from a kidnapping incident.

Now, he was like a fool, completely unaware of his surroundings.

If Yun Zhijuan hadn’t stolen Dr. Hua out of the hospital in time, who knew how many factions would be hunting him down right now?

Yun Zhijuan fired off another response to Lu Mian: [You better think carefully!!!]

Lu Mian didn’t reply again. Yun Zhijuan quickly unearthed the phone number of a certain junior brother and sent off a flurry of text messages.

[Junior brother, interested in becoming the leader of IEG?]

——

Inside the private room, Xiao Qimo absentmindedly received a message from his senior, Yun Zhijuan.

He stared at the text, baffled.

Of course he wanted to be the leader. Why else would he take on this role as acting leader? For love and passion?

Xiao Qimo coolly replied: [Say what you want to say.]

Staring at those curt and emotionless four words, Yun Zhijuan felt a massive pang of frustration. His apprentice wanted to kill him with anger, and now his junior brother wanted to freeze him to death. None of them made his life any easier.

[If you want the position, agree to meet someone. Then I’ll hand the leadership role to you!]

Xiao Qimo narrowed his eyes slightly as he scanned the message, his expression contemplative.