Imposter Young Master
Chapter 729 - 733: Complicated Feelings_1

Chapter 729: Chapter 733: Complicated Feelings_1

The text message was simple.

"Gang, are you asleep?"

Yang Gang glanced at the bed. Gu Ge’s breath was steady, as if still sound asleep. But Yang Gang knew, Gu Ge was feigning sleep too.

He gave it some thought, then quietly left the bedroom and went to the living room.

"I was asleep, but now I am awake. Is Sister Miao still awake?" Yang Gang texted back.

Shortly after, Zhang Miao replied to his message.

"Can’t sleep. Last night, Su Xiaoxi insisted on watching a horror film with me. But when the movie ended, she quickly left."

The corner of Yang Gang’s mouth twitched.

If there was one vulnerability that the invincible and seemingly perfect Zhang Miao had, it was her fear of ghosts!

Dead bodies? She’s not afraid.

But she is afraid of ghosts.

Every time after watching a horror film at night, Zhang Miao can’t bear to sleep alone.

Yang Gang had a bright idea and began smiling, he texted back, "Sister Miao, you can’t do that. You’re pregnant now, you need to rest well! You wait for me, I’ll be right there!"

After sending his message, Yang Gang didn’t wait for Zhang Miao’s reply. He quickly got dressed and left the apartment.

"Phew, saved."

The roads were clear at night, so Yang Gang arrived at Zhang Miao’s villa in just twenty minutes. Zhang Miao was already waiting at the door.

"It’s so cold!" Yang Gang got out of the car and shivered involuntarily.

Zhang Miao draped a jacket over Yang Gang and smiled, "It’s already almost late winter."

"Sister Miao, you shouldn’t be standing outside either, let’s go in." Yang Gang urged.

"Mmm."

Then, the two of them entered Zhang Miao’s bedroom.

"Erm, Sister Miao, do you have an extra blanket? I’ll sleep on the floor," Yang Gang said.

Zhang Miao chuckled, "There’s no need for that."

"But..."

"Gang, what are you hesitating about? We were sleeping in the same bed just yesterday." Zhang Miao laughed lightly.

"Ha~" Yang Gang twitched, "Come to think of it, this marks the second night in a row where we’ve shared a bed, almost like newlyweds!"

Suddenly Yang Gang remembered that Zhang Miao was indeed getting married, but not to him, a slight sense of loss filled his heart.

"Hmm...the woman I used to fantasize about in my youth is marrying someone else, feeling a little mixed up inside."

Just as he was thinking, Zhang Miao had already settled into bed, "Come on, it’s late already. Stop dawdling."

"Alright, fine." Having said that, Yang Gang too, climbed onto the bed.

After a while, Zhang Miao’s slow and steady breaths filled the room, signaling she was asleep.

Yang Gang turned his body and looked at Zhang Miao’s face under the moonlight. Her features were as if God’s finest work of art.

His gaze then dropped to her body.

Her skin was fair and smooth like jade, emanating an intoxicating scent.

A smell that was uniquely Zhang Miao’s.

Yang Gang’s eyes dimmed as he silently moved closer.

But Zhang Miao was not asleep.

Yang Gang usually falls asleep fast when he’s next to her.

But in recent sleepovers, sleep has been elusive.

She kept her eyes closed, pretending to sleep, but she could clearly feel the heat source approaching.

At that moment, even the normally mature and composed Zhang Miao felt like a nervous teenager in love, her heart pounding uncontrollably.

A little panicked and unsure of what Yang Gang was planning, she simply lay still, unable to move.

All while trying to keep her breathing steady, even though her heart was beating a million beats per minute.

Finally, the heat source stopped right next to her.

Yang Gang staring at Zhang Miao affectionately, he leaned in to plant a light kiss.

Suddenly, Yang Gang saw her eyes flutter wide open, filled with shock.

Startled, he snapped back to reality and quickly said, "Sister Miao, would you believe me if I told you I was sleepwalking?"

"What do you think?" Zhang Miao replied sarcastically.

Yang Gang stayed silent for a moment, then quickly hopped off the bed into a defensive position, "Sister Miao, let’s talk this out. Violence doesn’t solve anything!"

Inwardly, Zhang Miao wanted to faint. This guy’s reaction was too adorable.

"Why don’t we reach an agreement with money?" she suggested casually.

"Huh?"

"At the break of the dawn." Zhang Miao switched on the light and grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, "I know you don’t have money, don’t worry, you can just write an IOU. As for the amount ... um ... let’s make it 100 million."

"Huh?!"

"Why? Is it too much?"

"No, a fair price."

Zhang Miao: ...

After Yang Gang finished writing the IOU, Zhang Miao immediately stored it away.

She paused for a moment and suddenly said, "Gang, go home now!"

"Huh?" Yang Gang was puzzled, "Since Sister Miao knows, she should understand that I’m a victim too!"

Zhang Miao turned frosty, "Gang, don’t tell me you think writing an IOU justifies your actions and I’ll forgive you? That’s why I dislike immature men. Gang, I’m about to get married but here you are doing something ridiculous. Am I too indulgent with you, thus the willfulness?"

"I’m sorry."

Yang Gang rarely saw Zhang Miao angry and, for a moment, was taken aback.

"Hurry up and go home!" Zhang Miao coldly ordered.

"Yes."

Without another word, Yang Gang returned to his apartment.

When he opened the door, Yang Gang was stunned again.