Imposter Young Master
Chapter 146 - 149: Preparing to Start the Journey_1

Chapter 146: Chapter 149: Preparing to Start the Journey_1

"What’s the matter?" Yang Lin asked casually.

Yang Gang burst out, "Personal matters."

Yang Lin’s lips twitched slightly, paused for a moment, then said lightly, "I won’t interfere in your personal affairs. But, Yang Gang, you can’t stir up trouble outside, and even more so, you can’t engage in illegal activities. You have to realize, you bear a resemblance to my son, and that affects my son’s reputation."

Damn!

Young Master Yang was devastated.

"Hey hey, Old Master Yang, what kind of twisted logic is this? What do you mean that I bear a resemblance to your son, I was born this way, okay? Why don’t you say that your son looks like me!"

Yang Lin was at a loss for words, he looked at Yang Gang, a flash of confusion in his eyes, "Yang Gang, do you really think there are two people in the world who look this similar?"

Yang Gang grinned, "Maybe I’m your illegitimate son."

Cough, cough!

Yang Lin choked, stared at Yang Gang in disbelief, "Don’t joke with me. In my life, besides Feifei and Little Ya’s mother, I have never touched another woman, where did you get the idea of having an illegitimate son?!"

Yang Gang rolled his eyes, "Just joking. I’m noble-hearted, mighty, and handsome, could never be mistaken for your son."

Yang Lin, face blackened again, "Why does it feel like you’re belittling me?"

Ignoring Yang Lin, Yang Gang held out a few presents, saying, "I’ll choose these."

"The peace knot from Feifei, the music box from Little Ya, the Colorful Crystal Stone from your friend Zhang Miao, and the unknown gift from Little Qi — that makes four gifts total. You can still pick one more." Yang Lin said.

A chuckling, Yang Gang replied, "No need, four is enough."

"Uh... as you wish." Yang Lin didn’t say anything more.

...

Back in his bedroom, Yang Gang was looking out the window at the bright moonlight, deep in thought.

Looking at the four gifts on the table, he felt that something was missing.

Just then, a glint of a cold light flashed in his eyes as a dark shadow dashed through the bushes outside Yang’s villa.

Yang Gang braced himself against the windowsill with one hand. He leaped out, his silhouette disappearing into the night like a phantom.

The shadow didn’t get far. Yang Gang pursued it relentlessly, but when he reached a stream in the mountains, the figure had vanished.

Just as Yang Gang was about to return, his gaze swept across the area and he froze.

...

Gu Xiaorou was sitting by the river, her legs curled up, her face resting on her knees. As if struck by a thought, she sighed deeply.

"So, this is such a good spot for moon viewing on Polo Mountain." A voice suddenly said.

Gu Xiaorou jumped, turned her head and saw Yang Gang lying on the grass, a straw in his mouth, eyes on the moon, smiling.

Gu Xiaorou collected herself, then scolded, "Gang, are you a dog, how come I didn’t hear you approaching?"

Yang Gang’s lips twitched, "Sis, please. You were just too engrossed in your thoughts, okay?"

"Oh." A flash of embarrassment crossed Xiaorou’s eyes.

"Hey, Xiaorou, what were you thinking about just now?" Yang Gang asked curiously.

Xiaorou turned her head, "None of your business!"

Yang Gang smirked, "You must be thinking of Zhang Yu. Someone once said that long-distance lovers can convey their yearning by gazing at the same moon. Sounds pretty romantic...Ah, I suddenly feel like a third wheel. Should I take the hint and leave?"

"For someone with low emotional intelligence like you, I guess you wouldn’t understand what romance is." Gu Xiaorou glanced at Yang Gang and said indifferently.

Yang Gang grimaced, "Gu Xiaorou! You can’t insult my emotional intelligence just because I’ve never been in a relationship, or because no woman has ever been interested in me!"

Gu Xiaorou looked at Yang Gang without saying anything.

"What... What’s wrong?" Yang Gang felt a chill as Gu Xiaorou stared at him.

Gu Xiaorou took a deep breath, then smiled, "Nothing’s wrong. Your guess was right, I was thinking of Zhang Yu."

Now, it was Yang Gang’s turn to fall silent. He sat there, chewing a blade of grass, gazing at the round moon. After a while, he sighed, "I’m a little envious of Zhang Yu. Why can’t I find a woman to enjoy the moon with like we are now? Is it because the moon god is jealous of my good looks?!"

Gu Xiaorou burst out laughing and threw a blade of grass at Yang Gang’s face, "Stop talking nonsense! What does the moon god have to do with anything! If you had half the emotional intelligence of Young Master Yang, you would’ve found that person a long time ago."

"Ha~~" Yang Gang’s lips twitched, and he couldn’t counter.

Young Master Yang, despite his slightly low intelligence, is known for his exceptional emotional intelligence and thus earned the title of the "devoted prince". On the contrary, Yang Gang, who had quite decent IQ but admittedly low EQ.

In fact, Yang Gang himself was oblivious to his lack in emotional intelligence.

And that, itself is an evidence of low emotional intelligence.

However, this was not the first time someone had mentioned his low EQ. Not only Gu Xiaorou, even the beautiful princess of the Gothic Kingdom who he once met also said that he had low EQ. With so many people saying the same, even if Yang Gang does not admit it, he has no other choice.

Looking at Yang Gang, Gu Xiaorou hesitated for a moment, then took out a roughly woven lucky knot from her pocket and said, "Happy birthday, Gang."

Yang Gang looked at the lucky knot in Gu Xiaorou’s hand, a complex thought crossed his mind. He sat up, took the lucky knot, and smiled faintly, "Thank you."

"Well, compared to what Yang Fei gave you, what I’m giving you is nothing more than trash. You can throw it away when you get home. I’m actually rather embarrassed to give this to you. But Sister Miao told me, since I’ve prepared a birthday gift, I might as well give it to you. So, I decided to give you this piece of trash that I was going to throw away." Gu Xiaorou sounded a bit pretentious.

Looking at the lucky knot in his hand, Yang Gang smiled, "I won’t throw it away."

At that moment, Yang Gang finally realized why he only chose four gifts. It was because deep down, he was longing for Gu Xiaorou’s gift.

This kind of feeling was a bit strange, and Yang Gang appeared slightly bewildered.

He put away the lucky knot, collected his thoughts and said, "By the way, Xiaorou, I’m going to be leaving Hangcheng for a few days, just thought I should let you know in advance."

"Leaving Hangcheng?" Gu Xiaorou exclaimed.

"Well, things got a bit out of hand at the Yang residence tonight. The old man asked me to go abroad and lay low for a while." Yang Gang didn’t tell Gu Xiaorou the truth. Smuggling weapons entails a great deal of risk, usually involving fighting and death. He didn’t want Gu Xiaorou to worry.

"Going abroad? Where? Can I come with you?" Gu Xiaorou blurted out anxiously.

Yang Gang looked at Gu Xiaorou, "Come on, if you have free time, you should go and see Zhang Yu. That should help soothe your yearning for him."

Gu Xiaorou was startled, a trace of sadness passed through her eyes, and then she smiled faintly, "Heh, yeah. When are you leaving?"

"At twelve o’clock tonight." Yang Gang replied nonchalantly.

"Oh." Gu Xiaorou didn’t say much.

Yang Gang checked the time, stood up and said, "Alright, it’s getting late, let me take you home. It gets very cold in the mountains at night, don’t catch a cold."

Gu Xiaorou didn’t say anything, she just nodded.

Then, Yang Gang drove Gu Xiaorou back to her apartment.

On the way back, Yang Gang looked at Hangcheng under the night sky and thought to himself, "I wonder if I can successfully complete my first arms deal."