Imposter Young Master
Chapter 366 - 370 Strange Dream_1

Chapter 366: Chapter 370 Strange Dream_1

Gu Xiaorou stared blankly at Yang Gang, then after a moment, asked, "Yang Gang, can you turn around?"

Yang Gang looked a little puzzled, but he turned around.

Gu Xiaorou stepped closer to Yang Gang, resting her head on his back, and murmured, "Meeting you has been the worst encounter of my life."

A sense of disappointment flashed across Yang Gang’s face, and he smiled bitterly.

Before he could utter a word, Gu Xiaorou continued, "But if life gave me another chance, I would still choose to meet you."

"Why?" Yang Gang asked reflexively.

"Probably because my life wouldn’t be the same without you".

Yang Gang was left speechless.

After a while, Gu Xiaorou removed her head from Yang Gang’s back.

When Yang Gang turned around, a faint smile was hanging on Gu Xiaorou’s face.

"Why are you smiling like that?" Yang Gang asked.

"I’m happy," Gu Xiaorou gave a tinkle of laughter.

Yang Gang was dumbfounded.

Just then, a rumbling sound came from Yang Gang’s belly.

Gu Xiaorou froze for a moment: "Yang Gang, haven’t you eaten yet?"

Yang Gang forced a smile: "I was planning to eat at the East City Restaurant, but then there was a bomb attack."

Gu Xiaorou blushed, "Why don’t you come over to my place? I’ll cook for you."

Yang Gang’s mouth twitched: "Am I going to be having noodles again?"

Realizing he might have said something wrong, Yang Gang quickly added: "I mean, noodles made by you, not for me."

Gu Xiaorou was exasperated, you’d have been better off not correcting yourself.

She shot him a glare and replied, "Today, I’m making Hot and Sour Potatoes and Sweet and Sour Pork, your favorite dishes."

Yang Gang raised an eyebrow, "These dishes might seem basic, but they require some skill to cook, you think you can handle it?"

"Even if it’s not good, you’ll have to eat it." Gu Xiaorou pulled Yang Gang out the door.

When they arrived at Gu Xiaorou’s apartment, she told Yang Gang to wait in the living room while she went to the kitchen.

Soon there was the sound of potatoes being peeled from the kitchen.

Yang Gang had nothing to do, so he started flipping through newspapers.

The newspapers were still reporting on Noah and Catherine’s visit to Hangcheng.

"Mmm, once this Noah guy gets here, I’m going to have to confront him. He promised to lend me two billion, but as soon as he left the Gothic Kingdom, he went back on his word. As the ruler of a nation, he doesn’t keep his promises. All because I slept with his wife, so stingy."

As Young Master Yang was mumbling and griping about Noah, there was a faint ’ah’ from the kitchen.

Yang Gang rushed over to see Gu Xiaorou’s finger bleeding. She must have cut herself while peeling the potatoes.

Gu Xiaorou was already rinsing her finger, but blood was still trickling from the cut.

Yang Gang was alarmed and immediately sucked on Gu Xiaorou’s injured finger.

Gu Xiaorou’s face turned a violent shade of red, and she mumbled, "Yang Gang, you dummy, that’s not the proper way to treat a wound! Didn’t you tell me that?"

But Yang Gang didn’t respond.

Because at that moment, he was shocked by a strange sensation in his body.

As soon as Gu Xiaorou’s blood entered Yang Gang’s mouth, it seemed to merge with his own blood.

At that moment, Yang Gang felt as if his body was plunged into boiling water; every cell in his body seemed to be bubbling with heat.

The sensation lasted for about thirty seconds before everything calmed down again.

Yang Gang didn’t detect anything unusual, and his recent blood-boiling experience felt as surreal as a mirage.

Yang Gang even began to doubt if he had been dreaming or hallucinating.

"Yang Gang, that’s... enough..." Gu Xiaorou said bashfully.

Yang Gang came back to his senses and realized he was still holding Gu Xiaorou’s finger in his mouth. He suppressed a grimace.

Composing himself, he let go of her finger.

Gu Xiaorou withdrew her hand and looked at it. To her surprise, it had stopped bleeding. "I didn’t really think such an old-fashioned method would actually work!"

Yang Gang just gave her a smile.

After the incident, Yang Gang insisted Gu Xiaorou stop cooking.

Yet, she was determined to cook the meal herself.

So in the end, Yang Gang’s meal turned out to be eggs and noodles...again.

After dinner at Gu Xiaorou’s apartment, Yang Gang returned to school.

Aside from the scare at the East City restaurant, the rest of the day was unremarkable.

Nothing unusual happened to Yang Gang himself, which made him question the boiling blood incident again.

"Maybe it was just my imagination?"

That night, Yang Gang had a strange dream about an old painting; snow-capped mountains towered in the distance, tarnished by age. Trees were twisted around each other, leaves falling.

The mountains looked as if they were carved out of stone, with thick brush strokes here and there. The tree branches were painted with a porcelain touch, both dynamic and bold. The painting depicted an impressive landscape, with no stereotypes in the snow scenes. There was a strong, fervent life among the cold mountains, with simple strokes revealing profound implications.

Under the influence of the old quack, Yang Gang invested in antiques for a time and had some knowledge on old paintings. Although he didn’t recognize the painting, he could still feel the high achievement in it.

Of course, this was not the point.

The point was, why he would dream of an old painting?

There is a saying that what one thinks in the day, the individual dreams at night. But recently, apart from helping Sister Miao find a porcelain bottle, he didn’t think much about antiques.

It was a weird dream.

"Words about antiques and my so-called father reminded me that he happens to be a great antique collector. His study room in Yang’s villa is filled with paintings, including a replica of the Mona Lisa. Although the painting is a forgery, it is extremely expensive. From this, one can speculate I how much dad appreciates paintings."

Yang Gang thought for a moment and said, "My father’s birthday is coming up, and I haven’t prepared any birthday presents yet. Could this dream have been a sign that I should give dad an antique painting as a gift? Hmm... well, I suppose I can check out the Hangcheng Antique Market tomorrow."

The next day.

Yang Gang got up early and headed to the Hangcheng Antique Market.

The scale of the Hangcheng Antique Market doesn’t compare to Yanjing, but it still has its own distinctive character. It deals mainly in paintings rather than just antiques.

By the time Yang Gang arrived, there were already many people in the market.

There were still a lot of stalls at the entrance, but most of them had been set up on racks. It had rained the night before, so the ground was still wet.

The interior of the Hangcheng Antique Market was a little different from other places.

In Hangcheng Antique Market, paintings reigned supreme. Other antiques, like porcelains and jades, were concentrated on the outskirts of the market.

Just as Yang Gang entered the market, a commotion came from the front, "Hey, do you always cheat people when doing business?" A group of tattooed youths were menacingly encircling the stall of a middle-aged man.