The Master’s Mask Unveiled Again
Chapter 965 - 964: Silently Watching You Show Off

Chapter 965: Chapter 964: Silently Watching You Show Off

Xiao Qimo sat back down next to Lu Mian.

Yun Sang, sitting on Lu Mian’s other side, rolled her eyes at him in disdain.

Xiao Qimo nodded slightly, noticing that during this short time, Lu Mian had played seven rounds of games with a 100% win rate.

He coughed lightly and whispered near the girl’s ear, "I’m back."

Lu Mian responded with a nonchalant "Mm," making it impossible to discern what she was thinking.

Yun Sang poked Xiao Qimo and solemnly stated, "My sister doesn’t want to talk to you right now!"

Xiao Qimo: ???

Xiao Qimo immediately launched into a 360-degree self-reflection, reconsidering what he might have done wrong.

After thinking it over, he suddenly realized...

He leaned in closer to Lu Mian, his lips almost brushing her earlobe.

Centering on the tiny red mole on her ear cartilage, Lu Mian’s ears quickly turned pink, then bright red.

Lu Mian was sure this man was doing it on purpose.

Just as she felt her heartbeat accelerating uncontrollably, the scholarly man’s deep, magnetic voice, tinged with an alluring charm, drifted into her eardrum.

"Baby, you’re jealous!"

It wasn’t a question but a statement.

And it carried a trace of delight.

Lu Mian’s hand paused mid-action, and in that moment of distraction, the character in her game was killed by the enemy.

She turned her head to glare at the refined troublemaker, frowning, her tone icy as she spoke each word distinctly: "No, I’m, not."

Xiao Qimo: ...

"Then why did you—"

"Lost a game. Annoying."

Holding back her irritation, Lu Mian put her phone away, rubbed her burning cheeks briefly, and got up. "I’m going to the restroom."

"Alright." Xiao Qimo watched her figure as she gracefully walked away and suddenly remembered—

When did she lose?!

Her win rate was clearly 100%?!

For a moment, Xiao Qimo found it hard to decipher her mood.

"What just happened? Was she mad or not mad?" Rarely did the man seek help from Yun Sang, though his tone wasn’t exactly pleasant.

Yun Sang crossed her legs proudly. "What do you think?"

Xiao Qimo shot her a cold glare. If she wouldn’t say, fine. He then turned to face Lu Xun and Yun Zhishu across the room. His questioning gaze was clear—he wanted to know if anything unusual had happened with Lu Mian while he was gone.

Lu Xun smiled faintly, adjusting his glasses in an academic manner. "Based on my analysis, she wasn’t mad."

After all, she had clearly said it—she was only annoyed because she lost the game.

Yun Zhishu wholeheartedly agreed with her husband’s assessment. "From a woman’s perspective, I didn’t see any signs that she was angry either."

"Oh." Xiao Qimo nodded. The words of these two elders obviously carried more weight than Yun Sang’s. "That’s good, then."

Yun Sang looked back and forth at the three of them: ...

Dad, Mom, keep it up!

If you work hard enough, you might just ruin this pair for good!

——

Lu Beihua’s surgery lasted over three hours.

Lu Mian and her group waited outside for more than three hours.

Although Yang Can and Yang Tao weren’t sitting with them, they were keeping a watchful eye on their every move in secret.

When Ya Ling emerged from the operating room, rubbing her fatigued eyes, she announced the surgery’s success. The blood clots in the brain had been cleared, and specialized medication was applied to the eyes. Now it was just a matter of waiting a week to remove the stitches.

However, the patient’s overall health wasn’t great, with numerous chronic illnesses. He was directly transferred to ICU for monitoring.

Yang Tao hastily asked, "So, does that mean our old man is completely okay now?"

Ya Ling frowned. "No doctor can guarantee 100% recovery. The surgery went smoothly, but post-operative recovery will depend on individual conditions."

"So what you’re saying is, our old man could still have complications?" Yang Can sneered. "Dr. Du promised that the old man’s eyesight could recover up to 70%! Are you doing this on purpose?"

Ya Ling had encountered confrontational patients before but had never seen one start trouble so soon after surgery.

Lu Xun stepped forward, his face stern as he scolded Yang Tao and Yang Can. "Shut up, both of you! Dr. Ya has already explained all the surgical risks to me. Since when do you have the right to interfere? When did members of the Lu Family become so uncivilized?"

"Master..." As a long-time butler, Yang Tao tried to defend himself. "We’re just worried about the old master’s health..."

"Enough. I haven’t even held you accountable for letting the old master go a week without taking his blood pressure medication!"

Lu Xun’s commanding words left the father-and-son duo instantly deflated.

Lu Yutian’s eyes flickered with a hint of darkness, but she quickly stepped forward with a smile. "Uncle, please don’t get mad. I believe with Lu Mian’s miraculous medicine and Dr. Ya’s exceptional skills, Grandpa will definitely recover soon."

Lu Xun’s expression remained cold as he grunted in acknowledgment.

"Uncle, Aunt, you’ve been exhausted all day. Why don’t you take a break? Grandpa’s in the ICU, and we can’t visit him anyway. You should go home and rest. I can keep watch here," Lu Yutian said sweetly, exuding both thoughtfulness and filial piety.

Before Lu Xun could respond, Yang Can suddenly chimed in, "Miss, you shouldn’t stay here either! Tomorrow’s your registration day at Qing University, and you need to get ready."

Lu Yutian acted as if she’d just remembered this, "Ah, it’s fine. I’m not in a rush."

Yun Zhishu immediately spoke up, "Yutian, you should go. There’s not much you can do here. Focus on your own matters."

She was straightforward and blunt, merely stating the truth.

Lu Yutian felt a pang of discomfort from the "not much you can do" comment, but she couldn’t find a counterargument.

Yang Can jumped in to smooth things over. "Miss, didn’t you plan to meet with your Dean tomorrow? Qing University has probably set up a whole welcome ceremony for you. How awkward would it be if the star of the event isn’t there?"

"Oh? A welcome ceremony?" Lu Xun asked with interest.

Yang Can glanced at Lu Mian’s direction, his face brimming with pride. "Yes, sir, our Miss scored the highest marks and ranked first in her field! The Dean contacted her personally quite some time ago."

Standing apart, Lu Mian, Xiao Qimo, Yun Sang, and Ya Ling exchanged glances: emmm...

Let’s just quietly observe.

Lu Yutian finally found a bit of confidence in her academic accomplishments. She modestly shook her head. "I don’t care much about ceremonies. I just want to focus on my studies."

Lu Xun gave her a few words of encouragement and then urged her to head back.

Not pressing further, Lu Yutian agreed to leave.

Yang Can escorted her downstairs, where she paused to look up at the hospital building and seriously told him, "No matter what, keep an eye out and monitor Grandpa’s condition closely."

Her words immediately clarified things for Yang Can.

"Don’t worry, Miss. I’ll be watching Lu Mian and Ya Ling closely. As long as the old master hasn’t woken up, I won’t let them leave even for a second!"

——

Lu Mian had no intention of leaving tonight.

It wasn’t so much out of concern for Lu Beihua but more to ensure Ya Ling wouldn’t face harassment. Lu Mian trusted Ya Ling’s medical skills, but the baseless suspicions of others couldn’t be helped—especially since she herself was partially responsible.

Doctors like Ya Ling couldn’t get physically involved.

So Lu Mian stationed herself quietly in Ya Ling’s office.

Ya Ling handed her a cup of water and then nestled close to her side.

The two girls squeezed together on a single-seater sofa.

"Mian-ge~~" Ya Ling’s voice was soft and sweet as she whined, "Stop staring at your phone and look at meee!"

Lu Mian patted her cheek with one hand, her other hand still holding the phone.

Her long lashes lowered as she stared at a message on the screen from IEG’s internal network, a playful smile forming on her lips.

Ya Ling grumbled discontentedly, "What’s so interesting?"

"Hm..." Lu Mian’s tone was indifferent. "Someone’s asking about the special medication."