The Master’s Mask Unveiled Again
Chapter 508 - Chapter 508 Chapter 507 I Want to Hear Your Heartfelt Thoughts

Chapter 508: Chapter 507 I Want to Hear Your Heartfelt Thoughts Chapter 508: Chapter 507 I Want to Hear Your Heartfelt Thoughts Lu Mian’s backdrop was a calligraphy and painting institute with pink walls and green tiles, flying eaves and standing columns, elaborately carved beams and painted rafters, and golden nails embedded in vermillion doors.

Beside her stood a persimmon tree, withered to the point of being only branches, its bare limbs like jade branches and beautiful twigs, a beauty of its own kind.

And she, in a black trench coat, stood quietly amidst this picturesque scene.

She herself was a landscape.

Mo Si hesitantly stepped forward, wanting to persuade her of something when his ears suddenly perked up, and he heard the sound of an engine, growing louder as it approached.

Soon, in no more than three seconds, a black jeep sped into view, a hundred meters from the calligraphy and painting institute.

The vehicle braked harshly, the tires skidding a long mark on the ground before coming to a complete stop.

Lu Mian retrieved her hand with a slow reaction and gently turned to look at the jeep that had suddenly arrived.

She quickly saw a man in a long trench coat, emanating an aura of piercing chill, step out of the vehicle.

“Boss Mo!”

Mo Si exclaimed in both shock and delight.

Meanwhile, Xiao Qimo walked through the deep snow, heading straight for Lu Mian in the snowy field.

Viewing the young girl tilting her head slightly in a somewhat cute manner, his face expressed complete surprise.

This wasn’t really a surprise.

He could never just stand by idly and not care about her.

Thus, having seen Mo Si’s text message, he dropped the video conference immediately and rushed to the calligraphy and painting institute.

Mo Si hadn’t made clear what the problem was, so his heart had been hanging the whole way there.

Mo Si nodded respectfully while stealing a glance at the time.

Sheesh, who would have thought that Boss Mo was also an undercover racing expert.

The ground was covered with snow, and it took him merely twenty minutes to get to the calligraphy and painting institute.

How dangerous!

But Xiao Qimo couldn’t concern himself with that now, his mind and heart entirely focused on Lu Mian.

Even though he knew she was strong, he was still worried.

Only when he saw her serene and intact did he finally relax.

The guilt and self-reproach that followed surged to his heart.

It was his fault.

He shouldn’t have gotten angry with her yesterday.

What did she understand after all?

That’s just the way she was, so what was there for him to be petulant about?

Having put up with so much for so long, why would he be impatient at that fleeting moment?

Xiao Qimo exhaled a deep breath, striding over to Lu Mian whose almond-shaped eyes smiled enchantingly.

“Lu Mian, are you okay?” he called out from three steps away.

Lu Mian pursed her lips, remained silent, and just stood there in the snow, smiling tranquilly.

Xiao Qimo frowned slightly.

Something was off in her gaze.

As he came closer, amidst the sharp chill mixed with snowflakes, he smelled the heavy scent of alcohol on her.

The man’s gaze immediately fell on Mo Si, his icy demeanor carrying a chill more intimidating than the wintry weather.

Mo Si was nearly about to kneel, reporting honestly.

“Miss Lu has had at least half a jin of yellow wine.”

Half a jin…

Xiao Qimo felt a bit overwhelmed, his head swelling with blood.

The girl would get drunk off a single sip of red wine, and yet she dared to have half a jin of yellow wine with her tolerance?

Had she misunderstood her own capacity for alcohol?!

What was she dealing with that she had to resort to drinking for a solution?

The man glanced deeply at Mo Si, not bothering with him anymore.

When he looked back at Lu Mian, his tone was already gentler and more probing.

“Professor Lu?”

When he called “Lu Mian,” no one responded.

When someone called out “Professor Lu,” Lu Mian moved.

The girl gazed at the refined and elegant handsome face before her, her smile deepening as her large, water-brilliant eyes curved beautifully.

Shaking her head, she explained word for word, “I’m not Professor Lu, I’m your girlfriend.”

Girlfriend?

The man suddenly stiffened, his somewhat decadent features clouding over with darkness; clearly, he was not accepting this proposition.

He knew she was drunk, he knew she was unintentional, but those three words still pricked his heart.

“Why make such jokes again,” he murmured softly, as if also mocking himself, “We don’t need to pretend anymore.”

The sorrow in his words was palpable, which even Mo Si could sense.

“Mo, Mo Ye…

it’s not…”

Mo Si’s weak voice was stifled by Xiao Qimo’s sharp gaze, lodged in his throat.

Mo Si: Alright, it’s you who didn’t let me speak.

Lu Mian, too, was caught off guard by his sudden somber mood, and took an awkward step back, her eyes misty as she looked up.

Every feature of his face spoke of injury, staring at her with such mournful disappointment.

“I’m sorry…” Lu Mian shook her head, clearly having much to say, yet at her lips, only these three words emerged.

Her mind was in chaos, clueless about what to do, what to say.

After all, she was never good at expressing her feelings.

“Let’s go back.”

It took a while before Xiao Qimo deeply looked at the girl once more, his voice faint as he spoke.

Since there was no class, he also breathed a sigh of relief.

No matter the reason today, the priority was to take her back to sober up, to spare her from discomfort the next day.

Xiao Qimo turned around first, swiftly hiding his dim, desolate emotions at the bottom of his eyes, but his tall silhouette seemed even more desolate.

“Director Qimo, I have something to tell you!”

Lu Mian took a step to catch up, her hands trying to come out of her pockets, but upon seeing his distant back, they slid back in.

She stood there, head slightly drooping, staring at her own toes, pressing repeatedly into the snow on the ground.

Xiao Qimo paused in his steps.

Behind him came a clear, hesitant voice, soft and tender.

“Director Qimo, could you please not be mad?

Anger can induce myocardial infarction, acute coronary syndrome, lead to indigestion, liver and lung damage…

it can also cause hypertension…”

Xiao Qimo closed his eyes and cut her off.

“Lu Mian, is this what you want to tell me?”

Xiao Qimo was not only unsoothed, but the blood rushed to his head even more fiercely.

He was about to burst with anger.

He turned around, looking at the somewhat bewildered girl, his forbearance mingled with a hint of irritability, “I don’t want to hear this.”

“Then…

then what do you want to hear?” Lu Mian looked up again.

She looked somewhat pitiable at this moment.

Her cheeks and nose were rosy, her large misty eyes blinking, inadvertently stirring the soul.

Xiao Qimo diverted his gaze elsewhere.

“I want to hear what’s in your heart,” he inhaled deeply, “whether you have felt my affection for you, whether you really want to create a home with me.

That night, there was no movie at all, those images, they were what I wanted to share with you…”

“Don’t say it!”

The man was cut off before he could finish.

Lu Mian, recalling what he said at her door that night, instinctively reached out her finger and pressed it against Xiao Qimo’s lips, silencing his next words.

Xiao Qimo’s expression gradually dimmed.

Still not allowed to speak.

He didn’t even have the right.

Lu Mian took a deep breath, “Don’t speak, I will.”

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