The Master’s Mask Unveiled Again
Chapter 938 - 937: You’ve Finally Asked the Right Person This Time

Chapter 938: Chapter 937: You’ve Finally Asked the Right Person This Time

When Mo Nie said this, Lu Mian happened to stand up, brushed off the wrinkles on her pants, and walked casually to the desk.

She stood by the desk, her ten fingers already resting on the laptop keyboard.

"Name."

"You’re helping me investigate now?" Mo Nie perked up, feeling unprecedentedly valued, and hurriedly said, "Ya Qiao! The same Ya Qiao from ’Staying Overnight at Maple Bridge’!"

"..."

Lu Mian’s fingers on the keyboard contracted slightly.

Her eyes were complex and deep as she looked back at Mo Nie with a hint of scrutiny and exasperation.

This job is impossible!

She did not proceed further.

"You’re looking her up? What’s the matter?" Lu Mian withdrew her fingers, crossed her arms in front of her chest, and leaned against the desk, asking casually.

"Just company matters. Miss Lu, can’t you look into it?"

Mo Si and Mo Fan also looked at Lu Mian curiously.

Mo Si was suddenly enlightened, "Brother Nie, have you lost your mind! Miss Lu definitely knows Ya Qiao! Don’t you remember, MM Ji Restaurant’s storefront is leased from the property Ya Qiao bought!"

"Yes. Mo Ye wants to buy that property, and since Mo Ye instructed me, I can’t mess it up." Mo Nie explained earnestly.

Mo Fan propped his chin with his hand, "Well, now it’s good. Miss Lu knows Ya Qiao without needing to investigate. Mo Nie, you asked the right person this time."

The three of them exchanged words back and forth.

After speaking, they were uniformly curious again about what relationship Miss Lu and Ya Qiao had.

Mo Nie blinked his bloodshot eyes, trying to appear adorable.

"Please, Miss Lu, inform us. This matter is quite important to Mo Ye; it’s his biggest wish right now." Mo Nie didn’t mention that Xiao Qimo bought the property to be Lu Mian’s man behind the scenes; he’s not the type with high emotional intelligence and couldn’t say such things to please a girl.

Lu Mian pursed her attractive lips with a complex look in her eyes. She turned to pull a book from the bookshelf casually and smiled nonchalantly.

"Here’s the deal, I’ll teach you a method."

Mo Nie assumed a well-behaved posture.

"After you go back, recite the date ’August 23rd’ a hundred times every day. On that day, you will naturally see the result you want."

While Lu Mian spoke, she twirled the book in her hands, looking carefree and roguish, not serious at all.

Though her tone seemed sincere, Mo Nie felt that this matter... was mystical!

Mo Si, being a brainless fanatic, blinked excitedly, "Oh wow, Miss Lu, you even know mystical arts? Is this a wish-fulfilling spell? Just by doing this, the wish can be fulfilled?"

Mo Nie rolled his eyes at Mo Si: Think about it, it’s not possible!

"Miss Lu, are you kidding me... my wish involves hundreds of billions in assets!"

Unconvinced, Mo Nie shrugged his shoulders in indifference.

Mo Nie felt tricked but dared not complain.

"Fine, I’ll certainly do it!" He held a pile of documents, saw that the storm outside had lessened a bit, and decided it was time to return to the Xiao Group.

While going downstairs, he grumbled to Mo Si and Mo Fan.

"Just one hundred times daily, fine, I’ll do it! I’ll even record a video! If my wish isn’t fulfilled, let’s see what Miss Lu says then!"

Mo Si shook his head, "Brother Nie, what if it does work out?"

"If it works, I’ll perform a striptease in front of Mo Ye!"

Mo Si and Mo Fan looked Mo Nie up and down simultaneously with some disdain.

——

Mo Si and Mo Fan saw Mo Nie off, and Mo Si expressed great interest in this mystical practice.

Lu Mian flicked his forehead, smiling with deep meaning.

Mo Si, clueless, scratched his head and laughed foolishly, "Miss Lu, I’m not Little Sansan, my head can’t take knocks."

Upon hearing this, Little Sansan muttered, "I can’t take knocks either, it’ll make me dumb."

It twirled around twice on the ground, shook its big head, and went off to recharge itself.

Mo Si looked at Little Sansan, feeling it wasn’t a cold machine but a child with human emotions and personality.

Though somewhat dumb.

He found it quite amusing and couldn’t resist a sarcastic comment, "Even if Lu Yutian isn’t much, she at least knows how to bring the power adapter over for Little Sansan. Otherwise, Little Sansan would just be a pile of scrap metal, where would we find a charger for it!"

The display on Little Sansan’s panel showed a disdainful look: (￢_￢)

Lu Mian pursed her lips without speaking.

This adapter, well, it originally belonged to her and had nothing to do with Lu Yutian.

Lu Mian continued studying a pile of foreign books in her room, and Mo Si and Mo Fan didn’t disturb her further, closing the door and heading downstairs.

During the process, Mo Si pulled out his phone and sent a few text messages.

Mo Fan glanced sideways, "What did you send? Why are they all photos from Miss Lu’s Go tournament?"

Mo Si nodded as he replied, "They’re just the match photos. Sent them to Lu Xinnuan, Fu Man, and others. Mo Ye told me to update him on Miss Lu’s activities anytime!"

Mo Si not only diligently sent the photos but also added nice filters to them, choosing moments that showcased Lu Mian’s highlights during the matches, complete with relevant descriptions.

Mo Fan gave a thumbs up, "Following Mo Ye’s lead, you’re getting more devious."

Mo Si chuckled, "It’s a gift for them, a daily trick for a myocardial infarction."

Banished to the F Continent, struggling under the scorching sun for survival, the family of three received a rare phone signal, opened it, and found news about Lu Mian.

The family of three: Despair deepened by another blow.

——

Xiao Qimo drove to the airport to pick up Yun Zhijuan.

The near-sixty-year-old man was dressed as an island fisherman, looking very content.

Xiao Qimo finally could ease his worried heart.

He speculated silently that the old man might have secretly gone on vacation?

Some people, although leaders of the high-ranking, globally responsive IEG, are just heavy-hearted, frivolous jokers at heart.

After getting in, Xiao Qimo signaled Yun Zhijuan to take a look at the back seat.

Without having managed to fasten his seatbelt, Yun Zhijuan glanced back, "Oh wow!"

His eyes lit up instantly, "Isn’t this the set of fishing rods I’ve always wanted to buy?"

He eagerly picked it up, opened the box slightly, and looked at it with great admiration, cherishing it.

"You’ve got skills, kid! These are limited edition; only ten sets are globally available. As soon as they hit the market, they were all pre-ordered. I was on a mission then, couldn’t get one."

Mentioning it brought Yun Zhijuan instant regret, "Didn’t expect you to snag a set, alright, you deserve your senior brother’s affection!"

Xiao Qimo grinned a forced smile, not telling Yun Zhijuan this set was indirectly brought for him.

In reality, he mainly bought it for Lu Mian’s master.