The Master's Mask Unveiled Again-Chapter 369 - 368 He Discovered a Huge Secret!

Chapter 369: Chapter 368 He Discovered a Huge Secret!

Guo Shuitian’s words powerfully endorsed Lu Mian, tantamount to an official authoritative statement that tolerated no doubt.

Zhang Wenqiang staggered backward a few steps, staring intently at Lu Mian, completely stupefied.

Her mind was blank, as if struck by lightning.

Her daughter’s lifesaver turned out to be Lu Mian, the very woman she had always despised and disapproved of?

How could this be?

How could it be!

But with Guo Shuitian’s endorsement, coupled with his previous remark “far in the distance, yet close at hand,” and her daughter’s confirmation, Zhang Wenqiang was forced to believe, despite a thousand reasons for disbelief.

Just a moment ago, she had pointed at Lu Mian, criticizing her character.

The usually dominant woman now had nothing in her eyes but shock, struggle, complexity, and seemingly a layer of mist, probably due to emotional agitation.

Zhang Wenqiang’s daughter, Sun Lele, displayed a completely different reaction.

The girl, after hearing Guo Shuitian’s words, was so delighted that she jumped up as if she had uncovered a grand secret, uncontrollably excited and emitting low shouts through her throat.

“I’ve seen the Guardian God of Wucheng! I know who the Guardian God of Wucheng is! Ahhh…”

She really wanted to rush over and give Lu Mian a bear hug, but she could sense that the other’s aura was somewhat cold, exuding an intimidating presence that kept people at bay.

All she could do was repeatedly express her gratitude: “Sister, thank you for saving me that night! You saved my life! I will never forget you for the rest of my life! And, I will learn from you in the future and become a brave and just goddess!”

She truly admired Lu Mian, as did many people in Wucheng who adored this Guardian God.

“It was nothing.”

Compared to everyone else’s emotions, Lu Mian, the protagonist, was too composed, even a bit disdainful and vexed. She uttered this phrase lightly, her gaze falling on Guo Shuitian, turning reproachful.

Guo Shuitian patted his protruding belly and turned his head to gaze at the scenery outside the window.

It wasn’t his claim, not his concern, and it certainly wasn’t his pot to carry!

“Mom, you should apologize to sister quickly! She is the Guardian God of Wucheng, she hasn’t only saved me, but also helped many others!” Sun Lele, catching on late, shook Zhang Wenqiang’s arm, urging her.

“I…”

Zhang Wenqiang was genuinely shocked, unable to regain her composure, her gaze deepening as she looked at Lu Mian, a whirlwind of emotions eventually transforming into a slow and heavy “Lu Mian, I’m sorry,” before she awkwardly made her way to the conference room.

Guo Shuitian could understand her feelings; after all, she had been claiming Lu Mian was of poor character, unaware of the many good deeds the woman had done in secret. The discrepancy was difficult to accept at once.

It was yet to be seen whether this Teacher Zhang would still recommend her students to learn from the spirit of the Guardian God of Wucheng in the future…

“Well, I’ll go handle the case.” Guo Shuitian didn’t dawdle, glanced at Lu Mian’s expression, and seized the opportunity to slip away.

“Director Guo.” Lu Mian called out softly and indifferently.

The formidable deputy director of the Criminal Investigation Bureau halted his steps and turned around, his face instantly bearing a particularly gentle and kind smile.

Lu Mian sighed, “I really am quite busy.”

“I know, I know…” she had said this not just once or twice.

Guo Shuitian nodded repeatedly and floated off.

But he couldn’t help worrying that, if things kept up like this, he might be up for promotion again…

The corridor quieted down.

Mo Si, still amidst the thunderous shock, turned to look at Lu Mian, and felt as if she was enveloped in an angelic golden halo.

“Guardian God of Wucheng…” Mo Si stammered, “Miss Lu, how did you manage to…”

Lu Mian leaned against the windowsill, touched the hair by her ear, and said indifferently, “I did it when I was bored.”

Mr. Mo Si: “…”

Bored? Just going to vanquish evil?

Miss Lu, do you even want to act like a human being anymore!

Before Mr. Mo Si had time to digest all this information, Lu Mian seemed to remember something, looked up from her game, and instructed, “Mr. Mo Si, you understand what I meant just now, right?”

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“Ah?” Mr. Mo Si wasn’t dumb; recalling Lu Mian’s conversation with Guo Shuitian, he figured she definitely meant not to let the secret out.

He counted on his fingers—did he now know a huge secret?

Should he report it to Mr. Mo Si?

If he didn’t report it, would that mean he wasn’t loyal?

While Mr. Mo Si was internally struggling with these thoughts, there came a noise from the negotiation room door.

The heavy door opened, and Qiong Can walked out looking utterly deflated, his briefcase tucked under his arm, the spirited vigor he had earlier gone without a trace.

After him, Xiao Qimo appeared, standing tall and proud. He held a trench coat and scarf in the crook of his arm, and in his other hand, a stack of documents. His long legs moved lightly with elegant and composed steps.

Lu Mian waited a moment before casually using a skill and then exiting the game, walking over to Xiao Qimo.

She had never worried about the outcome, nor had she ever questioned his ability. Without asking anything, she simply said, “Hard work.”

The man’s cool handsome face broke into a smile, clearly pleased, as if he was returning home from work to an enthusiastic welcome from his wife, who would also take things from his hands and give him a light kiss.

Such scenes, he had seen many times before. His own parents had always been like that, unchanged for decades.

If it weren’t for the stuff in his hands, he certainly would have pinched her cheek or ruffled her hair.

Luckily, Mr. Mo Si was very perceptive. The considerate subordinate quickly stepped forward to take the trench coat and scarf from Xiao Qimo’s hands, ready to help him put them on.

Xiao Qimo’s brow creased subtly, his face expressionless.

Why was Mr. Mo Si here?

The trench coat was already draped over his shoulders, but the man sternly raised his right hand, halting Mr. Mo Si’s movements: “No need.”

The diligent and attentive Mr. Mo Si peeked over with his head halfway out, “What’s the matter, Your Lordship?”

Why suddenly no need? He used to do this before, right?

“I don’t need your help,” said Xiao Qimo flatly, silently slipping his arms into the sleeves.

Mr. Mo Si: With that disdainful expression, what was Mr. Mo Si implying?

And the scarf…

Seeing this, Lu Mian lowered her eyelashes to hide a trace of a smile. She stepped forward, took the scarf from Mr. Mo Si’s hands, and casually draped it around Xiao Qimo’s neck.

Xiao Qimo, adjusting his coat, raised his eyebrows slightly.

Lu Mian, being tall, could easily reach him and wrapped the scarf around his neck twice, saying lightly, “Aren’t you afraid of the cold? Dress warmly, quickly.”

“Yes,” the man complied very obediently and quietly fastened the buttons.

The weather today was particularly warm.

“Pretty good, thank you,” Xiao Qimo’s tone clearly indicated he was in a good mood, the sternness from when he had first come out now completely dissipated.

Lu Mian smiled and just laughed.

Mr. Mo Si scratched his head in frustration: Was the scarf I tied not good enough?

He had often done this sort of thing before!

He knew twenty different ways to tie a scarf!