The Master’s Mask Unveiled Again
Chapter 739 - Chapter 739 Chapter 738 Your Family Member Has Fallen Ill

Chapter 739: Chapter 738: Your Family Member Has Fallen Ill Chapter 739: Chapter 738: Your Family Member Has Fallen Ill Ye Jinwen’s baby face was a picture of distress, knowing all too well the tartness of his own jealousy. With such charm that Ya Ling possessed, being outdoors at night was downright dangerous.

“What else can I do? My relationship with Ya Ling has just improved, I can’t let it reset to zero over one night,” Ye Jinwen suggested one bad idea after another, eyes rolling, “Qi Ge, you seem pretty decent, so how about using yourself in a ruse this time? It’d be a perfect opportunity to call both Ya Ling and Lu Mian back!”

Xiao Qimo calmly adjusted his glasses, his gaze serene as he stared at Ye Jinwen.

“No good?” Ye Jinwen quivered a little.

The scholarly man’s gaze grew heavier.

Mo Si, carrying a plate of fruit from the kitchen, walked over and gave Ye Jinwen a reminder.

“Mr. Ye, what do you mean Xiao Qi only seems pretty decent? Look at the demeanor, the image of Xiao Qi!”

Mo Si’s skill at flattering was increasingly polished.

“Mr. Ye, don’t instigate Xiao Qi anymore. Is Xiao Qi the kind of person to resort to such a ruse?”

Their Xiao Qi, no matter how the price dropped, would never stoop to using such petty tricks!

Before Mo Si could finish speaking, Xiao Qimo suddenly lay down lazily on the sofa.

“Ye Jinwen, tell Ya Ling I have a fever of forty-one degrees.”

Ye Jinwen’s face lit up with joy, “Got it!”

Qi Ge was so supportive!

This time he was sure to bring the two girls back!

He bounced off to make a call, then suddenly turned back, “But Qi Ge, why would you suddenly get a fever?”

Xiao Qimo sighed wearily, “Tell Ya Ling to emphasize that it was Lu Mian who infected me.”

Ye Jinwen gave an OK sign.

Mo Si watched the two of them.

It was a face-slapping moment!

But Mr. Ye, aren’t you a doctor yourself?

—-

In Private Room Number One.

After a round of candid confessions, it seemed as though everyone was carrying a lighter load.

Injuries they were once reluctant to speak of could now be talked about as openly as if recollecting someone else’s story.

This also meant that they had truly gathered the courage to confront the past, those wounds of the heart.

“What are your plans?” Ya Ling started a new conversation.

Out of the five, it was she who seemed more proactive; Yuren was reserved, Yuanyuan was shy, Sikong Jian was mischievous, and Lu Mian was aloof.

Ya Ling felt she had an important role to play.

Sikong Jian waved his hand dismissively, “I don’t have any particular plans, just going back to work.”

Ya Ling teased him a bit, “You’re on the rise, next time we meet, you might have gotten another promotion!”

Sikong Jian’s eyes dimmed for a moment.

Promotion didn’t matter.

What he wanted wasn’t those things.

“And you, Yu?”

Yuren placed his chopsticks neatly on the table and glanced at Lu Mian, “I am quite content now, running the restaurant is what I want to do.”

Ya Ling sighed, “That’s such a waste.”

A man who once created commercial legends had seemingly fallen.

“And you?” Yuren looked at Ya Ling’s hand.

“Me? There are people waiting for me to operate on them, I can’t fail them.”

Speaking of which, Lu Mian added a few more words.

“The research on the RE Factor is becoming more mature; in two more months or so, it should be ready for use. Judging by the recent effects of its use, aside from causing a brief fever and fatigue, there haven’t been any significant side effects.”

Of course, this would be left to the professionals; all they had to do was wait patiently.

Lu Mian paused, filled with anticipation, “Zero, for now, focus your attention on surgeries.”

Ya Ling nodded. “Mian, what about you? What are your plans?”

Lu Mian appeared slightly bewildered, eventually casting his gaze toward Sui Yuan. “You ask Yuanyuan first.”

Sui Yuan tilted her head. “Me? I’m going to take the college entrance exam, then work hard to get into Qing University, and become a free author in the future, writing many touching stories.”

Sikong Jian quickly chimed in, “That’s awesome! In the future, I’ll help you translate them into foreign languages and sell them all over the world!”

Sui Yuan nodded several times, her eyes sparkling.

—-

As the five were chatting away merrily, Ya Ling suddenly received a call from Ye Jinwen.

Four pairs of ambiguous eyes fell on her at once.

“I’ll take it outside.”

Ya Ling pretended to be annoyed and glared at the circle of friends before taking her phone out of the private room.

Sui Yuan covered her mouth and chuckled. “It’s after nine, Mianmian. Has Director Qimo not contacted you yet?”

“Not yet.” She smiled faintly and glanced at her phone, which was quiet.

Sikong Jian stood up. “I’ll go to the balcony for a smoke.”

Yuren knew he was troubled and followed him to the balcony, closing the sliding door behind them to separate the inside of the private room from the outside.

The two men lit cigarettes for each other, alone and melancholic.

Sikong Jian was somewhat distracted, staring at the slowly burning cigarette in his hand and giving a bitter smile.

“I wonder if she still remembers that she once promised me she wouldn’t smoke.”

Yuren actually felt even more sour inside. “She quit.”

Their voices weren’t loud, and a door stood between them, so Lu Mian couldn’t hear.

Sikong Jian chuckled softly, feeling it pointless. “Her habit of blacking out when she drinks really is a bug! Quite heartless.”

Yuren pressed down his hand, some ash falling onto the back of his hand, slightly warm.

“Didn’t we say we wouldn’t bring it up again?”

“…”

Sikong Jian nodded. “Right, won’t bring it up again.”

Anyway, nothing had happened between him and Lu Mian.

Lu Mian and Sui Yuan looked outside at Ya Ling, then to the balcony at Sikong Jian and Yuren.

Sui Yuan sighed.

“What’s wrong, Little Baldy?” Lu Mian leaned back lazily, resting his chin on his hand as he looked intently at the girl in front of him.

Sui Yuan stared back at her for a while. Mianmian was truly beautiful, alluring at first sight, even more so upon further inspection.

That coolness mixed with an unknowing, enticing charm, every move she made was like a painting.

Sui Yuan’s face flushed slightly.

“Nothing, I just thought of tonight’s math assignment and got a headache.”

“Let me take a look at it.”

Sui Yuan had only meant to complain a little to Lu Mian; she hadn’t actually intended for Lu Mian to tutor her in math. “No need, I’ll ask a classmate later. You know, math is my weak point…”

“Your grades have been stable within the top three of the class, and within the top five of the grade.” Lu Mian’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Actually, there’s still a lot of room for improvement. Qing University’s admission scores have always been high; you need to shore up your weaknesses in math as soon as possible.”

“Yes, I understand.” Sui Yuan nodded.

Lu Mian didn’t insist on seeing her assignment but made a mental note of the matter.

Soon, Ya Ling walked back in, cursing under her breath.

“Mian, brother!” Ya Ling shook her head in frustration. “Let’s go; your significant other is sick.”

“Director Qimo is sick?”

“It’s a call from Ye Jinwen. He’s got a high fever and is lying at home right now.”

“How did he suddenly get a fever?”

Lu Mian stood up while starting to put on his coat.

“They say you passed it to him.”