The Master s Mask Unveiled Again - Chapter 68

Chapter 68: Chapter 67 Home Care

Home.

This was the second time Lu Mian had heard this word from Xiao Qimo’s mouth.

It was also the second time she had become lost in thought because of it.

Her expression was dazed as she looked at the man across from her, as if she had returned to her kindergarten days.

Back then, her parents didn’t dislike her yet, their relationship was still passable, and the family of four was harmonious.

Her father was very principled at the time, clearly stating that he would not take over the Lu Family’s business. He bought a small house of over eighty square meters inside the third ring of Wucheng, and the family led a simple life there.

The kindergarten was inside their residential community, and every Monday to Friday, her father would stand under an old locust tree at the school gate, waving at her and Lu Xinnuan, “Mianmian, Nuannuan, come home for dinner!”

Just like Xiao Qimo at this moment, bathed in the setting sun, overflowing with brilliance.

Lu Mian unconsciously hugged herself and walked over.

But suddenly, a figure drifted into view.

She stopped in her tracks and looked at the newcomer.

“Lu Mian, I’ve been waiting for you for a long time! This bouquet of roses is for you!”

The youthful boy thrust the large bunch of roses into Lu Mian’s arms, his eyes filled with anticipation and shyness. He wanted to say more, but he scratched his head and couldn’t utter a word, then turned and ran away.

Another one…

Xiao Qimo silently took note in his heart.

He eyed the girl opposite him, walking towards him with the bouquet in her arms, and felt this wasn’t the scene he had imagined.

He wanted to say something, but seeing the extremely pale shade of her palm-sized face, the words that came out were instead filled with concern.

“What’s wrong with you? Your face looks a bit pale.”

Lu Mian lowered her gaze for a moment, her complexion stark against the bright roses.

“I’ve been on the back hill, got blown by the wind,” she said halfheartedly. When she looked up again, her eyes had regained their calm. “Why are you here?”

“To pick you up after school.”

“Pick me up? Director Qimo really cares a lot about the students!” she replied, her demeanor still playful and nonchalant, as if amused with the world.

In fact, Xiao Qimo was more concerned about her health, but he didn’t want to be presumptuous.

“It’s on the way.” Xiao Qimo kept it brief.

Since they were neighbors, the route couldn’t have been more convenient.

This made him often feel that Ye Jinwen wasn’t entirely useless; his choice of location had been spot on.

Lu Mian carried an air of rebellion and flamboyance, shrugging noncommittally as she walked alongside him into the residential area.

Passersby who occasionally walked past couldn’t help but turn and gaze in awe, after all, such a pair of good-looking individuals would be the center of attention wherever they went.

However, Xiao Qimo’s focus was on the flowers in her hands.

Isn’t it tiring holding them?

Is there any use in taking them home?

Where do high schoolers get the money to buy such big bouquets of roses? They must be using their parents’ hard-earned cash!

At such a young age, they’re already trying to win girls’ hearts with flowers—an obvious sign of a seasoned player in love.

As an educational director, he was not just for show!

“Achoo!”

As he was thinking this, the man abruptly sneezed. He pulled out a white handkerchief, appearing somewhat bewildered as he rubbed his nose.

Lu Mian frowned at him.

“Achoo! Achoo!”

Two more sneezes followed.

Even while sneezing, the man’s innate perfect features allowed him to carry out the action gracefully and unhurriedly.

Xiao Qimo covered his mouth and nose with the scholarly white handkerchief, his eyes behind the gold-framed glasses expressing some apology, “I think I’m allergic to pollen…”

Lu Mian paused for a moment.

Without hesitation, she tossed the roses into a nearby garbage bin.

“Sorry,” she said sincerely.

The gentlemanly man smiled and said, “It’s okay,” as he meticulously returned his handkerchief to his pocket.

Lu Mian’s brows arched lightly, a hint of tease glowing in her eyes.