The Master’s Mask Unveiled Again
Chapter 626 - Chapter 626 Chapter 626 The Ruse of Self-Injury, Lord Mo Has Utter Contempt for It

Chapter 626: Chapter 626: The Ruse of Self-Injury, Lord Mo Has Utter Contempt for It Chapter 626: Chapter 626: The Ruse of Self-Injury, Lord Mo Has Utter Contempt for It Ya Ling mercilessly exposed one little scheme after another of his.

Traces of embarrassment swept quickly across Xiao Qimo’s deep and elegant features.

The man adjusted his glasses and smiled, “That’s called having a sense of humor.”

Ya Ling snorted.

Xiao Qimo looked up, noticing Ya Ling’s unconvinced expression, and shifted the topic, “Are you taking revenge for Ye Jinwen?”

Otherwise, why was she going at him so hard today?

Wasn’t it just because he had punished Ye Jinwen by making him clean the toilets?

Ya Ling laughed out loud, “How could that be possible, what revenge would I be taking for him?”

“Oh.”

“You mess with him all you want.

Just like you said, if he really has those flaws, I won’t feel sorry for him at all!” Ya Ling emphasized again, though it was unclear who she was speaking to.

Xiao Qimo wasn’t particularly interested in these matters, but it was a rare opportunity to chat with Ya Ling, and he thought of that mysterious fifth person.

“I have a question, and I’d like to ask your opinion.”

“Even the great Lord Xiao of the Empire has questions for me, huh?

Please, go ahead,” Ya Ling said, her lips curved in a half-mocking smile.

“There are five of you, excluding you, Sui Yuan, and Yuren, who is the fourth person?”

“Oh?

Lu Mian didn’t tell you?” Ya Ling asked with interest and an eagerness for gossip, stroking her chin, “Then it seems he is not at liberty to tell you, and naturallyaEUR| neither will I.”

“…”

How inconvenient could it possibly be?!

Who in the world was that person?!

“I won’t press you,” Xiao Qimo said with a slight smile, showing generosity.

He wasn’t about to get jealous over such a trifle, no way!

Ya Ling smiled without a word, delivered the medicine, and was about to leave.

“Miss Ya.”

Ya Ling wondered when Lord Xiao of the Empire had become so talkative and turned back curiously to look at him.

Xiao Qimo cleared his throat.

“UmaEUR|do you know anything about Lu Mian’s cousin?

Do you know what he likes?”

Ya Ling truly didn’t know this.

“I have never met that Mr.

Lu, but Lu Mian cherishes that kinship, so you will need to put in more effort.”

“Yes, I know,” he said.

As the man pondered, trying to wheedle out more useful information, Mo Si entered from outside.

Mo Si bowed first to Xiao Qimo, then turned to look at Ya Ling, “Miss Ya, Young Master Ye has slipped in the bathroom and seems to have injured himself, he asked for you to come and check on him.”

“Him?” Ya Ling furrowed her brow slightly, “I won’t go!

If he’s injured, he should go find a doctor, what use am I to him!”

Mo Si: UhaEUR|

Don’t you find that contradictory?

“Then I’ll call the…”

Mo Si had barely begun to utter “team doctor” when Ya Ling, already annoyed, spat out a sound.

“Forget it, your team doctor must be busy, I, the former one, will go take a look.”

Mo Si: …Actually, the team doctor is bored to tears every day.

“Miss Ya, what’s this about former or not?

Talking like that, Young Master Ye will be heartbroken,” Mo Si earnestly advised.

By then, Ya Ling had already walked several steps away, and at his words, she turned her head and shot Mo Si a glance.

“I’m referring to the former attending physician.”

Mo Si stood with his mouth half open, watching as Ya Ling strode away with urgency, and only when Ya Ling’s figure was out of sight did he sigh.

“Mr.

Ye sure has a lot of tricks up his sleeve.”

Xiao Qimo sat back on the sofa and casually pulled out his phone to ask, “What tricks?”

“The decoy trick, Mr.

Ye took a fall, whether he got hurt, I don’t know, but he didn’t seem like anything was wrong.

However, Miss Ya Ling seemed quite concerned about Mr.

Ye, so it looks like Mr.

Ye has a good chance!”

Mo Si babbled on and, when he looked up, he saw Xiao Qimo engrossed in typing on his phone.

He shook his head, thinking why he was bothering to talk such nonsense.

Decoy tricks and the like were only something thick-skinned like Mr.

Ye would pull off, Qimo himself would disdain to do such things.

Qimo, aloof and majestic, would definitely not stoop to such methods even if his love life hit a rough patch.

Xiao Qimo, unaware of Mo Si’s inner thoughts, typed “decoy trick” into his notepad and then put away his phone.

“Go call Yun Sang over,” he commanded.

“Sure thing, Boss Qimo.”

After Mo Si left, he came back less than half a minute later, looking dejected.

“Boss, Yun God won’t come over.”

“Why not?”

“Yun God says he’s busy training to clinch the CTF championship again, busy with the mission, no time to deal with a sponsor.” Mo Si repeated Yun Sang’s words verbatim.

Xiao Qimo was both amused and annoyed by this, his fingers drumming on the armrest of the sofa, quite darkly.

This was purely revenge.

The man’s fingers finally gave the armrest a heavy thump, and after straightening his suit, he headed straight for the training room.

Yun Sang still didn’t pay any heed to Xiao Qimo, his wickedly handsome face spelled out “Scram”, making anyone who saw it retreat three feet.

Xiao Qimo waved his hand, motioning Mo Si to “invite” all the other team members out of the training room.

In the end, it was just the two of them, and Xiao Qimo’s tone was uncharacteristically soothing as he propped one hand on the back of a chair.

“Don’t be mad.”

Yun Sang pushed the keyboard away in irritation, yanking off the headphones from his head and tossing them onto the computer desk, his gaze fierce and unbridled.

The more Xiao Qimo watched, the more incredulous he felt, wondering whether it was because Yun Sang mentioned it too much, he could really see a bit of Lu Mian in him.

“I am not such a principle-less person that I wouldn’t be angry just because you say so.

Why are all the single dogs who break up fights getting dragged into this?” Yun Sang scoffed, “Teasing singles when you’re showing off your love, teasing singles when you’re angry.

What, dogs don’t have rights anymore?”

“…”

Xiao Qimo and Yun Sang had been bickering like brothers since they were children.

Yun Sang was slightly older and unlike Ye Jinwen, wasn’t afraid of Xiao Qimo.

He always spoke his mind, and while Xiao Qimo would sometimes argue a few points, he would other times ignore him.

Their spats never affected their relationship.

After all, more than two decades of brotherhood, even if somewhat superficial, still had its sentiment.

Xiao Qimo covered his embarrassment with a few coughs.

“That…,” the man adjusted his glasses, his speech somewhat hurried as he started, “I was wrong.”

Yun Sang looked up, clicked his tongue twice, and after standing up, he gave Xiao Qimo a complex look.

Had this guy changed his ways today?

He crossed his arms, looking at the man before him at eye level, his tone more mocking and presumptuous.

“Where did you go wrong?”

Mo Si, listening to their conversation from outside the door, began to feel that something was off.

There was an inexplicable sense of a willful young wife scolding a domineering CEO.

Fortunately, Xiao Qimo quickly put a stop to such a derailment of the mood.

“Don’t be too much, Yun Sang,” he took a deep breath, “Didn’t Lu Xi have a pretty good impression of you?

Help me find out his preferences.”

“I won’t, what’s in it for me?”

“I promise to buy you the best burger in Jinjing.

If you want what my mom makes, that’s fine too.” Xiao Qimo threw in his bargaining chip.

This damn, never-fail temptation!

Yun Sang licked his lips, a smirk on his face, “Then I want to eat alone with Lu Mian, you just tell me if you agree or not!”