Imposter Young Master
Chapter 737 - 740: Arriving at HN_1

Chapter 737: Chapter 740: Arriving at HN_1

Zhang Miao rested both of her hands on the back of her head, staring at the ceiling in the darkness. After a long while, she finally murmured, "Maybe."

Surprised, Su Xiaoxi demanded, "Ms. Zhang Miao, what do you mean by ’maybe’?"

"Just that,’ maybe’. It’s open to interpretation. I’m sleepy now. Goodnight," with that, Zhang Miao fell fast asleep.

When Su Xiaoxi finally recovered, she found that Zhang Miao was genuinely asleep.

She rolled her eyes, "Who falls asleep just like that? There’s something wrong with this woman!"

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The next day.

Yang Gang was sleeping soundly when the doorbell rang.

Still half asleep, he stumbled to the door and peered through the peephole before opening it.

"Feifei, why are you here so early?" Yang Gang yawned.

"Hehe, I just couldn’t wait. I’ve always wanted to visit HN. Lanshan, is it beautiful... Eh?" Yang Fei’s gaze swept around, her face turned beet red in anger, "Hey! Yang Gang, you’re really rude!!"

"Huh?"

"Huh my foot, look down!"

"Didn’t you learn about this in biology? It’s a sign of a healthy male," Yang Gang casually replied.

"How would I have known about that!" Yang Fei’s cheeks turned crimson.

"Hmm ...Feifei, you should really get a boyfriend. Some knowledge is better understood through personal experience."

"Hmph! It’s none of your business!" Angered, Yang Fei dragged her luggage into Yang Gang’s bedroom.

"Fake little sister, but you sure have a... Ouch!"

Before he could finish his sentence, Yang Fei’s hand had reached his waist and begun her assault.

"Hey, Yang Fei, if I’m ’unable’, you’re responsible!"

"Hmph!"

Yang Fei let go and headed to the kitchen, "I’ll cook breakfast. You better get up."

After sighing, Yang Gang went back to his room to get dressed.

By the time Yang Gang was dressed and freshened up, Yang Fei had the breakfast ready.

After breakfast, Yang Gang was dragged to the airport by Yang Fei.

They bought the tickets, boarded the plane, and took their seats. A stewardess came by with a warm smile.

"Sir, can I assist you with anything?"

The stewardess was exceptionally innocent-looking...

But, that’s not the main point.

The thing is, Yang Gang ’recognized’ this stewardess!

She was the same stewardess he’d met on the flight to Australia.

"Miss, aren’t you working on international flights?" Yang Gang asked.

The stewardess looked surprised, "You remember me?"

"Of course. A pretty lady like you, I could never... Ow~"

Yang Fei stomped on his foot again!

The stewardess smiled, "I just started working domestically yesterday. We must be destined to meet."

"Hmm, we must be. Miss, can I have your phone number... Ow!" Yang Gang looked frustrated, "What are you doing, Yang Fei?"

"So, is this beautiful lady your girlfriend?" The stewardess turned to Yang Fei.

"No!" Yang Fei vehemently denied, "If my boyfriend dared to flirt with a stewardess in front of me, I’d throw him off the plane."

"We’re siblings," Yang Gang explained.

"Phew~" The Stewardess visibly relaxed, a smile of relief spreading across her face.

Just then, someone called for the stewardess. She politely excused herself, "Feel free to call me if you need anything."

"We will, you can get back to work." Yang Fei said.

The stewardess soon left.

Shortly, Yang Fei excused herself to the restroom.

Coming out of the restroom, she found the stewardess waiting outside.

Upon seeing Yang Fei, the stewardess handed her a note, blushing a little, "Miss, could you please give this note to your brother?"

"What is this? A phone number?" Yang Fei glanced at the note she’d been handed.

"Yes," the flight attendant replied.

Yang Fei nodded, "OK. Leave it to me; I’ll make sure my brother gets it."

A solemn pledge.

"Phew~" The flight attendant crossed her arms and sighed, "You’re a big help. Though I wanted to give him my number directly, I’ve always been just a little too shy. Last time I tried to ask someone to... uh, never mind. In any case, thank you. I’ll get going now."

After the flight attendant departed, Yang Fei glanced at the note, threw it casually into a nearby bathroom trash can, and nonchalantly returned to her seat.

"What’s wrong?" Yang Gang asked, noticing Yang Fei staring at him.

"I can’t imagine what that flight attendant is thinking. Sure, this guy is a bit handsome, but that’s all there is to it. Compared to that slight advantage, this fellow has buckets full of faults. Why on earth would she be interested in him? Is this what girls find attractive these days?" Yang Fei mumbled to herself.

"Feifei, what are you saying?" Yang Gang didn’t quite catch it.

Yang Fei turned her head, "Nothing."

"Hmm~"

Three hours later, the plane landed at HN NanGang International Airport.

As Yang Gang disembarked, he couldn’t stop grumbling about not getting the flight attendant’s number.

"Are flight attendants nowadays this conservative? I can’t even get a phone number. Do I look like a bad guy? I was just trying to make a friend. Honestly, the motto ’Customer is King’ is on display, yet the King can’t even ask for a phone number!"

Yang Fei rolled her eyes and ignored Yang Gang’s complaints.

"Yang Gang, Feifei, over here, over here!" At that moment, Red Moon called out.

"Ah, Aunt Red Moon... uh, Sister Red Moon, you’re already here." Yang Fei excitedly ran over.

She had met Red Moon last time in Australia.

Dragging his luggage, Yang Gang walked over and glanced around, not seeing the old trickster near. He asked, "Where’s Master?"

"He’s working," Red Moon replied.

Yang Gang’s lips twitched, "Are you saying Red Moon, that he’s actually working?"

"Yes, he’s got a short-term gig. He’s spending time chatting with a recently widowed beauty – supposedly as part of ’grief counselling’!"

Yang Fei quietly pulled at Yang Gang’s sleeve, whispering, "Yang Gang, it feels like Red Moon is holding back her anger. She seems upset."

"Ah, poor Red Moon, to be stuck with such a flirtatious boyfriend."

Yang Fei: ......

"What’s up?" Feeling Yang Fei’s intense stare, Yang Gang asked.

Yang Fei glared, "Mr. Yang Gang, when it comes to criticising someone for being a flirt, aren’t you the last one who should be judging?"

Yang Gang was left speechless.

Red Moon laughed, "You two sound like a bickering couple."

Yang Fei’s cheeks turned beet red, "Ah, Sister Red Moon, please stop. I have no intention of joining his harem. Oh, by the way, Sister Red Moon, you’re well connected. Do you know any eligible, outstanding young men that you could introduce me to?"

"Hmm... " Red Moon pondered for a moment and then smilingly suggested, "What about our Little Qi?"

Cough! Cough!

Yang Fei choked, scratched her head and laughed awkwardly, "Little Qi is indeed outstanding, but he’s not really my type. Besides, Little Qi likes Xiaorou."

"Xiaorou, huh..." Red Moon sighed deeply, saying no more.

"Hey, Yang Gang, you guys have arrived."

At this moment, a man in his fifties walked over. He was distinguished and reserved, a real heart-throb for middle-aged women.

This man was none other than Yang Gang’s adopted father, the old trickster.

"Hey, Yang Gang, is this your adopted father?"

"Yes."

"Isn’t he quite a dignified gentleman?"

"Don’t be fooled by his appearance," Yang Gang replied.

Red Moon sighed, "I was deceived by his appearance, I regret it to this day!"

"Ah, I see~"

By then, the old trickster had approached, "What are you all whispering about? Hey, Red Moon, you better not be badmouthing me in front of Feifei!"

Ignored by Red Moon, she retorted, "What brings you here? Weren’t you supposed to be counselling a newly bereaved woman?"

"Well, due to my diligent work and outstanding efficiency, I finished the job early," the old trickster proudly declared.

"Hmm..." Red Moon glanced at him, then asked, "You were just providing emotional support, right? You didn’t unclog any pipes, did you?"

The old trickster hurriedly responded, "My dear wife, absolutely not!"

Yang Fei blinked, her face filled with curiosity, "Sister Red Moon, what does ’unclogging pipes’ mean?"