The Master's Mask Unveiled Again-Chapter 418 - 417 Director Qi, you can trust my character
Chapter 418: Chapter 417 Director Qi, you can trust my character
Chapter 418 -417 Director Qi, you can trust my character
Lu Mian’s departure left Cheng Feng with his hand awkwardly suspended in mid-air, and his smile frozen on his face.
Embarrassed, he pulled back his hand and stopped looking at the girls at the Yulan Pavilion entrance.
The girls standing at the doorway exchanged bewildered glances between Lu Mian and the retreating Shadow Hunting Team and felt completely lost.
“Just now, was Chengzi greeting Lu Mian?”
“I don’t think that’s likely.
Lu Mian has nothing to do with them!
Besides…” a girl said oddly, “Fang Xilan mentioned that Lu Mian’s family is really poor.
How could she know someone from the Shadow Hunting Team?”
“That makes sense!”
“If only we could have a chance to visit their villa, that would be great!”
——
On this side, Cheng Feng reluctantly withdrew his hand and silently started to run.
Xun Xiaoran picked up his pace to catch up with him, warning him with his eyes to remember to follow the rules.
Cheng Feng pursed his lips, “That was the little sister who visited our villa yesterday, don’t you remember?
I didn’t expect her to live here.
But…
she’s really so cold, even harder to deal with than the captain!”
Cheng Feng was muttering to himself.
Xun Xiaoran looked unamused, “Stop mumbling so much, and be careful or the big boss will have his eye on you!”
“Xiaoran, you’re too cautious.
If you ask me, it’s because you were rude yesterday that she’s got a bad impression of our whole team.
It’s all your fault!”
“You can’t blame me for that.
I was just following the rules.
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If you’re capable, go protest to the big boss!”
“As if I would dare…”
Cheng Feng fell silent, and the brothers behind him felt a chill.
Ever since the big boss joined the team, their rules had become much stricter, they weren’t even allowed to show skin in the villa.
They were all grown men, what’s the harm in showing a little?
Cheng Feng shook his head, “I think it would be better if that Mr.
Qimo were our boss.
He definitely wouldn’t set such perverse team rules.”
“Keep dreaming.”
“What’s wrong with dreaming!
We don’t dare protest to the big boss, but we could talk to Mr.
Qimo.
Seeing how good his relationship is with our sponsor, what he says should carry some weight, right?”
Hearing this, the brothers behind him all excitedly supported the idea.
“Chengzi, go for it!”
“Our future depends on you, brother!”
Cheng Feng: …
Lu Mian jogged a large circle around the hotel, her pores wide open and her blood flowing vigorously.
By the time she arrived at the Zitan Pavilion entrance, she was wiping the fine sweat from her forehead with a towel while hesitating whether to go inside.
In the end, she entered the place she wasn’t fond of.
After she went in, she saw Yun Sang and Ye Jinwen at the bar in the lobby, eating together.
They seemed to be getting along well.
She didn’t know the relationship between Xiao Qimo, Ye Jinwen, and the team, but it seemed the three of them were quite close personally.
Ye Jinwen greeted Lu Mian warmly, and she responded with a smile.
Then her gaze fell on Yun Sang.
She demurely lowered her long lashes.
Today, at least, she wasn’t wearing those big shorts.
She quickly looked away, and before she could ask, Ye Jinwen took the initiative to say, “Seventh brother is upstairs, he should be awake by now.”
Lu Mian thanked him and headed straight for the stairs.
Yun Sang watched her back as she left, touching his cheek, “Is this girl really not interested in us?”
“Yun brother, I’d advise you to take it easy,” Ye Jinwen warned good-naturedly.
Yun Sang, pressing down on his sinister smile, “Heh, I’ve got it under control.”
——
Lu Mian ascended the staircase and knocked on Xiao Qimo’s door.
Having rested for the night, the man had regained his usual elegance and composure, with gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, the picture of a refined scholar, tall and handsome as a precious plant.
Lu Mian had to admit, after seeing his face so often, other men just didn’t seem as striking anymore.
Seeing the little rascal early in the morning clearly lifted Xiao Qimo’s spirits.
“Good morning,” he said, his voice a bit hoarse, a result of drinking too much yesterday, making it somewhat deeper today.
He stepped aside to give her room, silently inviting her into the room.
As Lu Mian entered, she laughed, “Morning!”
“Are you feeling a bit better today?” she asked in pursuit.
The reason for her coming was mainly out of concern that he might be feeling terrible from a hangover and she wanted to check on his condition.
Xiao Qimo was not unaware of her concern; in fact, because he was aware, he felt even more…
“I have a bit of a headache and my throat doesn’t feel great.”
The truth was—his tolerance for alcohol was fine, and the amount he had drunk yesterday shouldn’t have made him suffer.
He had fully recovered after a night’s rest; it was just that his voice was a bit hoarse.
“You should drink less in the future,” she advised.
The man hummed in acknowledgment, seizing the topic to follow up with an implication, “I didn’t do anything after I got drunk yesterday, did I?”
Regardless of whether he had done anything inappropriate or not, if he was drunk, he wouldn’t admit it.
Lu Mian tilted her head in thought, counting on her fingers, “Does almost hitting me count?
Having someone follow me, does that count?
Taking my novel, does that count?”
Her voice wasn’t loud as she listed these things, sounding more like she was talking to herself.
Xiao Qimo heard it all, his face calm as he folded his arms behind his back.
As long as he didn’t admit it, he wouldn’t feel embarrassed.
Continuing to count on her fingers, Lu Mian didn’t really insist on pursuing the matter, eventually balling her hand into a fist and laughing it off, “It’s fine, you didn’t do anything too excessive.”
After a pause, she added, “If only you could be a bit nicer when you’re drunk, that would be even better…”
Xiao Qimo: …
What was wrong with his temper?
His temper was bad because…
Forget it!
Even if he explained, she wouldn’t understand.
Lu Mian didn’t care and kept glancing at the bedside of his bedroom, her words trailing off, “Other things don’t matter, but could you give me back my novel?
I haven’t finished reading it…”
“Novel?” Xiao Qimo just gazed at her, his eyes downcast, unsure whether she truly wanted the novel back or if it was the bookmark she was after.
In any case, he wasn’t giving either back.
He pretended not to understand and feigned forgetfulness, then abruptly changed the subject, asking Lu Mian with an ambiguous meaning, “Did you do anything to me after I fell asleep?”
“Director Qimo, you can rest assured about my character—I definitely wouldn’t do anything to you.”
He was too at ease, truly too at ease.
Even if he lay there wearing nothing at all, she would probably wrap herself in a thick quilt and just read her novel all night without sparing him a glance.
That was her!
Seeing he wasn’t too pleased, Lu Mian continued to assert her innocence, “I just sat on the sofa reading a book last evening; I hardly moved.”
Xiao Qimo rubbed his forehead—damn, that explanation was too pointed!
He placed his hands gently on Lu Mian’s shoulders, patiently saying, “Actually, as your temporary boyfriend, if I get drunk again, you can ‘do something’ to me.”
He was prepared to work tirelessly, intent on teaching her bit by bit about the matters between men and women.
