The Master’s Mask Unveiled Again
Chapter 948 - 947: You two are a perfect match, you two are great!

Chapter 948: Chapter 947: You two are a perfect match, you two are great!

Lu Xun asked with concern, "Honey, what’s wrong?"

"Nothing. Just feeling like there’s really no fate between Qi Zhen and me..." Yun Zhishu suddenly sighed, her tone heavy and low, "I used to think that if we found our daughter, I could introduce her to Qimo. If the two of them hit it off, then my wish of becoming relatives with Qi Zhen would be fulfilled."

But the reality now is—

The daughter hasn’t been found.

Xiao Qimo has someone he loves.

And her own son isn’t of any use.

In the end, it’s just wishful thinking.

Lu Xun comforted her with a pat on her shoulder, "It’s okay, better to stop hoping than to endure long-term anguish. Knowing now saves you from clinging to false hope."

Yun Sang: ...

Dad’s choice of words for comforting people... I really wonder how he managed to court Mom back in the day.

But Yun Zhishu, as an engineering-minded woman, didn’t find anything wrong with that statement. Instead, she nodded in complete agreement. "True, I’ve given up hope now."

Yun Sang: ...

You two are amazing!

You’re the perfect match!

"Yun Sang, this younger sister you mentioned, she’s not very old, is she? Already preparing for marriage?" Yun Zhishu grew curious about Lu Mian.

The girl who could catch Xiao Qimo’s attention surely isn’t ordinary.

"Not very old." Yun Sang calculated briefly, "In her early twenties, old enough to register a marriage."

"Twenty..." Yun Zhishu murmured melancholically.

Lu Xun sighed, "If our daughter were still here, she’d be twenty too... A specific calculation would make her twenty and a half."

The family of three instantly fell into a heavy, stifling atmosphere.

Yun Sang didn’t want his parents to sink further into a dark mood, so he joked lightheartedly, "Mom, Dad, if one day I were abducted, would you also search the ends of the earth for me?"

Yun Zhishu and Lu Xun shook their heads in unison.

"Nope."

Yun Sang: ... No emotional attachment, huh?

Yun Zhishu smoothed the strands of hair near her ear and calmly explained, "With your physical strength, plus the team your uncle arranged to back you up, you won’t be abducted in the first place. If it does happen..."

Yun Zhishu glanced at Lu Xun, who followed up, "If it does happen, then it would have to be someone our Yun Family can’t handle, and rescuing you wouldn’t even be feasible."

Yun Sang: ... So basically, I’m not that important to you guys, huh?

Lu Yutian, walking behind them and overhearing their increasingly distant conversation, ultimately didn’t hand over the walnuts.

She could only carry the bag back to the villa.

Lu Beihua saw her come back with the walnuts intact. His eyesight wasn’t good enough to see clearly, but he could tell they weren’t handed out.

"Yutian, didn’t you catch up to them?"

Lu Yutian shook her head. "No."

She didn’t want to catch up.

"Then why?"

Looking at the elder sitting across from her, Lu Yutian suddenly asked out of the blue, "Grandpa, do you know who sent the message to Uncle and Aunt back then?"

Lu Beihua furrowed his brows slightly. "Not clear. Even your uncle doesn’t know who it was."

"Just because of one uncertain message, they were willing to pay such a huge price to look for that child? Was it worth it?"

Lu Yutian couldn’t understand and couldn’t figure it out.

It was just a lab-cultivated embryo; there was no foundation of feelings. Why go to such lengths?

Moreover, wasn’t having her—a genius daughter of the Lu Family—already enough?

Why did her uncle still insist on finding that child?

Lu Yutian couldn’t find the answer here with Lu Beihua, and he couldn’t give her an answer either.

After setting down the walnuts, she made an excuse that she was a bit tired and prepared to leave.

While leaving, she paused by Lu Beihua’s side. "Grandpa, with Uncle not cooperating, what is our company supposed to do?"

——

In mid-August, Lu Mian had been staying in her room the whole time, busying herself.

Xiao Qimo wasn’t idle either. He occasionally went out, and upon returning, shut himself in his room, working away noisily.

Mo Fan would occasionally report at Chixia Sect, while Mo Si stayed at home. It felt like these two big shots were quietly working on some grand plan.

During tea time, Mo Si brought a few small pastries to Lu Mian’s room and asked curiously, "Miss Lu, it’s already the 20th today. Aren’t you going to prepare your luggage? I remember that Qing University starts reporting on the 24th, right?"

He’d seen Lu Mian’s admission letter and remembered the date.

Ordinary college-bound students would have started packing and getting ready by now.

But Miss Lu here, despite getting into a prestigious university, seemed as indifferent as if she were going to kindergarten.

Lu Mian raised her head from the pile of code. "Oh, I’ll deal with it when the time comes."

Mo Si twitched the corners of his mouth. This ancestor isn’t planning on not going, is she?

Please, don’t! What could be more important than starting college?

Lu Mian didn’t notice Mo Si’s worried expression. She casually picked up a piece of green bean cake and popped it into her mouth.

Beside her, Little Sansan stared at her with its head tilted.

"Report to the master: This piece of green bean cake contains 350 calories, with the main components being..."

Mo Si, standing nearby, was startled by Little Sansan’s academic tone.

"Miss Lu, w-when did it become so advanced?"

Lu Mian swallowed the green bean cake, her slender fingers tapping Little Sansan’s round head. "Just finished upgrading it. It’s now on the Fifth Generation System."

"Fifth Generation?" Mo Si looked down at the chubby little creature. "But didn’t Lu Yutian say it was still on the Second Generation System?"

This wasn’t just upgrading—it was skipping levels entirely.

"Mhm." Lu Mian flashed him a mysterious smile. "It’ll come in handy in a few days, so I made it the top-tier version."

Listening to Lu Mian’s casual tone, Mo Si felt like she was saying: "I wanted cabbage tomorrow, so I bought one today."

Yes, the same vibe.

Mo Si retreated humbly.

He still had no idea what Miss Lu planned to do with Little Sansan. She was being rather cryptic.

As he passed Xiao Qimo’s room, he glanced at the tightly shut door and clicked his tongue.

What were these two up to?

——

August 23rd.

Today was Xiao Qimo’s twenty-third birthday.

Early in the morning, before anyone else had woken up, Mo Nie rushed into Yijing Residence with great urgency.

"Sir!"

"Miss Lu!"

His overexcited voice and unusually loud tone were promptly blocked downstairs by Mo Si and Mo Fan.