Imposter Young Master
Chapter 170 - 173 Meng Qi_1

Chapter 170: Chapter 173 Meng Qi_1

Yang Gang regained his composure and turned into an old alley. This was the oldest section of Hangcheng, once the most flourishing area. But now, it was known as the slums of Hangcheng.

As he stepped into these alleys, what greeted him was the scent of an older era, but more so, its destruction and desolation.

Yang Gang’s expression remained neutral, lost in his thoughts.

Suddenly, a woman’s voice echoed around him, "What do you think you’re doing?!"

Then, a lewd voice replied, "Dressed like a tart, are you working girl? How much for the night?"

"Bug off!" The woman yelled back.

"Oh, pretending to be innocent, are we? You think we don’t know what you do for a living? How many women who work in the massage parlour are not prostitutes? We’ll give you ten dollars to spend the night with the two of us. Or else, we’ll expose what you do over there." Another man threatened ominously.

"For ten dollars, maybe you should go sleep with YOUR sister!" Young Master Yang, the harmless-looking smile playing on his lips, appeared from around the corner.

"Who the hell are you!" One of the men cursed.

"I’m your daddy." Yang Gang elegantly held a cigarette in between his fingers. Compared with these two bumpkins, Young Master Yang seemed to have a slight gentlemanly air. But, his words were becoming more vicious by the minute.

In response to this insult, one of the men swung a punch at Yang Gang’s head.

With a calm demeanor, Young Master Yang kicked the man so hard that he flew back and crashed into a wall, almost losing consciousness.

The other man, outraged, lunged at Yang Gang, who smoothly delivered a spinning kick, sending him flying several meters away.

It all happened in a split second.

Even without activating his cells, dealing with these ruffians was as easy for Yang Gang as a high schooler bullying a preschooler.

Yang Gang didn’t let up. He sauntered over to the countless men lying helplessly on the ground, "Listen up, this woman is mine now. If you dare to touch her or spread rumors about her again, next time it won’t be your ribs that are broken, it’ll be your skulls."

A shiver ran down the backs of the two ruffians, nearly wetting their pants out of fear.

"We’re sorry, we understand. We won’t bother her again," they stammered, kneeling in front of Yang Gang.

Yang Gang took a deep puff, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and stomped it out.

Then, he walked over to the somewhat stunned woman.

He took this time to have a proper look at the woman’s face for the first time.

And boy, was he stunned.

The woman seemed to be in her mid-to-late twenties, fair-complexioned and slim-bodied.

He found her quite appealing.

"Let’s go." Yang Gang nonchalantly slipped an arm around the woman’s waist and led her away.

Once out of sight of the local ruffians, Yang Gang let go of her waist.

"Thank you," the woman said with a smile. She added, "But, I must clarify. Though I do work at the massage parlour, I am not a prostitute."

Yang Gang merely smiled in response.

The pair chatted and joked together, obviously hitting it off.

Arriving at a simple residential house, the woman paused and with a smile, she said, "I’m home now."

The old-fashioned door creaked open, revealing a ’familiar’ figure.

What the hell! A young girl?!

The one who opened the door turned out to be the little girl.

Seeing Yang Gang, the little girl glanced at the woman and said, "Hey, that weird...".

Yang Gang was in distress. He quickly ran over and covered the girl’s mouth before she could finish. Holding her to one side he whispered, "Hey, little one, it was a misunderstanding at the bus stop! I am not any kind of lolicon! I just saved your sister, so don’t say things that would defame me!"

The little girl was quite sharp. From her expression, she understood what he meant.

Only then did Yang Gang let go of her.

The first thing the little girl did was to take a deep breath. Then, glaring at Yang Gang exclaimed, "I want to correct you, she’s not my sister, she’s my mom!"

Yang Gang dropped to his knees. Good heavens, what a joke! This woman looks barely twenty-five or six years old, how could she have a daughter that old?!

He could tell, this young woman, although fair and shiny, doesn’t seem to take special care of her skin, no crow’s feet around her eyes. She seemed to be no more than twenty-seven years old.

A twenty-seven-year-old woman, huh? Remembering some wise words from a sage, at this age, she should still be in her prime.

This young woman is just about to leave her youth behind, how could she have a daughter in her teenage years?

Must be her step-daughter, yeah.

"Hey, little girl, is she your step-mom?" Yang Gang asked quietly.

The little girl squinted at Yang Gang: "I am not a little girl!"

She then added, "No! She’s my real mom."

Yang Gang’s face was expressionless.

"She really is my real mom. My mom is twenty-six this year. She gave birth to me when she was fourteen." The little girl explained, she seemed a bit irritated, "Why do you people always assume she’s my sister or my stepmom? Really."

Yang Gang was dumbstruck. Seriously, you would have to be out of your mind to think she’s your real mom when you first meet her!

Still in a state of shock, Yang Gang thought, "Fourteen years old...Damn, your dad definitely was a beast. Fourteen years old and she was having a kid already. That means, she was having sex at thirteen. Well, biologically speaking, girls can start menstruating at twelve or thirteen, which means they can get pregnant. It’s not that surprising, I guess."

"What a young and beautiful mother," he thought, looking back at her.

The little girl gave him another sharp look, "Keep your hands off my mom!"

Just then, the woman came over, laughing, "You two know each other?"

Chuckling nervously, Yang Gang mumbled, "It’s a small world."

Without missing a beat, the little girl shot him an incredulous look before turning to her mom and saying, "Mom, we met on the bus today."

The woman smiled and introduced herself, "I am Xue Lei, ’Xue’ as in snow, ’Lei’ as in flower bud. This is my daughter Xuexue. Are you surprised that I have such a big daughter?"

"A bit," Yang Gang admitted, the corner of his mouth twitching. ’And what’s more surprising is that your daughter has really good genes. Given that my kid sister Yang Fei didn’t inherit great genes, it makes me believe even more in the injustice faced by second-borns.’

"By the way, Mr. Yang, it seems like you’re not from around here. Are you looking for someone?" Xue Lei asked.

Yang Gang nodded, "I am going to Aunt Lian’s house."

"Ah, you’re going to Aunt Lian’s?!" The little girl exclaimed in surprise.

"Yes. Do you know where it is?" Yang Gang asked.

"Of course, I do. Aunt Lian’s daughter, Meng Qi, is my best friend!" The little girl proudly stated.

Xue Lei added, "That’s right. This child and Meng Qi are the best of friends. They have been inseparable since kindergarten. However, Meng Qi."

Xue Lei’s face grew sad, "Such a lovely girl. Why does she have to suffer? Why?"

"Sister Lei, what exactly happened to Meng Qi?" Yang Gang asked.