Imposter Young Master
Chapter 821 - 825: Keep Pretending

Chapter 821: Chapter 825: Keep Pretending

Yang Fei turned her head and happened to see Yang Gang looking at her, and she let out a light huff.

"Great Elder, I wasn’t snorting at you."

"Are you going on the blind date or not?"

"Well..."

Yang Fei glanced at Yang Gang again, glared, and muttered, "Yeah, I’ll go. The person introduced by the Great Elder must be pretty good. Maybe he’s my Chosen One."

"Alright, I’ve got it. I’ll get ready in a bit."

As soon as she hung up the phone, Xue Yao came rushing over to Yang Fei: "Hehe, is Feifei going on a blind date?"

"Yep." Yang Fei brought her hands together, her face full of longing: "My Chosen One is waiting for me."

"How naive. Is The Chosen One that easy to find?" Yang Gang responded coolly.

"Tch! Mind your own business!"

Xue Yao glanced at Yang Gang, then looked at Yang Fei: "Your relationship doesn’t seem too good."

"For sisters who idolize their elder sister, all brothers-in-law are the enemy," Yang Gang said with a smile.

"Oh, I see."

The corner of Yang Fei’s mouth twitched, but she didn’t say anything.

All three of them went downstairs together, where an elegant middle-aged woman was carrying food from the kitchen to the dining table in the living room, while a middle-aged man with an indifferent expression sat on the sofa reading the newspaper.

"Mom, this is my boyfriend Yang Gang. Yang Gang, this is my mother," Xue Yao explained.

"Auntie, hello," Yang Gang said politely.

The middle-aged woman smiled faintly: "You returned late last night and we didn’t get to host you properly, please forgive us."

Yang Gang was sincerely anxious, hastily responding, "Auntie, it’s I who doesn’t quite understand the proprieties. I should have come to see you last night."

The middle-aged woman smiled: "No need to be so formal, we are not such strict parents. Oh, don’t mind the way he looks cold, it’s not directed at you, it’s just, how should I put it? The feelings of a father giving away his daughter..."

"Auntie, I can understand Uncle’s feelings. We also have a little sister in our family, and every time the issue of her getting married comes up, he seems very downhearted," Yang Gang said.

"As long as you understand. Come on, let’s have dinner."

"Sure."

While no one was paying attention, Yang Fei sneaked over to Yang Gang, looking down on him: "Heh, quite polite today, aren’t you? It’s a world different from how you are at my house."

"That’s because of your stubborn old man," Yang Gang said unceremoniously.

"You!"

"Feifei, you both come over," Xue Yao called out.

"OK, coming," Yang Gang quickened his steps, and Yang Fei had no choice but to follow.

Everyone took their seats around the dining table, but Xue Yao’s father, Xue Shuren, still sat on the sofa with a newspaper covering his face.

Xue Yao’s mother, Yi Honglian, looking helpless, walked over and snatched the newspaper from Xue Shuren’s hands.

"Hey, Yi Honglian, what are you doing?" Xue Shuren said discontentedly.

With a helpless expression, Yi Honglian said, "Old man..."

"I’m not old!"

"OK, OK. Our family head, can you stop being so childish? Don’t you worry about making a fool in front of your future son-in-law?"

"I, I haven’t acknowledged him yet!" Xue Shuren turned his face away.

Yang Gang’s mouth twitched slightly; fathers with daughters were indeed troublesome.

He managed his emotions, walked over, and said, "Uncle, I apologize for the presumptuous visit, please forgive my intrusion."

"It doesn’t matter," Xue Shuren said awkwardly, unwilling to look at Yang Gang from the beginning to the end.

Yang Gang could somewhat understand the feelings of fathers who were anxious about their daughters getting married, so he didn’t mind.

Xue Yao giggled, ran over, and pulled Xue Shuren to the dining table, saying, "Dad, don’t worry, even after I get married, I will come to visit you often."

"It, it doesn’t matter," Xue Shuren said, turning his head away.

Everyone understood and smiled knowingly.

Halfway through breakfast, Xue Shuren suddenly put down his chopsticks and looked at Yang Gang for the first time, no, he actually stared at Yang Gang.

"Uncle, do you want to say something?" Yang Gang felt goosebumps as he was being stared at and took the initiative to ask.

"Do you like Xue Yao?" Xue Shuren asked indifferently.

Yang Gang was a bit surprised in his heart and quickly said, "Of course."

A flicker of darkness crossed Xue Shuren’s eyes, but he didn’t say anything more and picked up his chopsticks to continue eating.

Yi Honglian then asked, "Yang Gang, what do you do?"

"Uh, I hold a nominal leadership position in an organization but am actually a freelancer. I have a hobby for antiques, so I spend a lot of time on them," Yang Gang replied calmly.

Yang Fei felt greatly contemptuous in her heart, Keep on pretending, keep on going.

"Isn’t that being irresponsible?"

Xue Yao hurriedly said, "Dad, Yang Gang really knows how to appraise antiques, he’s definitely not idle!"

"Oh? Is that so?" Xue Shuren sneered, stood up, took a piece of blue and white porcelain from the glass cabinet in the living room, and said, "I just acquired this blue and white porcelain. Can you take a look and see if it’s genuine?"

Yang Fei thought to herself: "Let’s see how you’re going to talk your way out of this after boasting."

Yang Gang, however, was very composed. He took the blue and white porcelain from Xue Shuren’s hand and examined it closely.

On the flared cup with a diameter of less than 8 centimeters, a detailed landscape painting surrounding the cup was drawn, showcasing a completely nude woman reclining on a jungle hillside, rendered with lifelike expression, with the surrounding bamboo, trees, and rocks depicted incredibly delicately; the body of the flared cup was extremely thin with a hint of green, and under the light, it was crystal clear and translucent.

"Nude porcelain is quite rare, usually belonging to palace ware," Yang Gang said as he looked at the realistically express nude woman lying amongst the forest trees.

Xue Shuren glanced at his wife, a bit annoyed and said, "This is dancing girl porcelain!"

"Dance my foot, you old pervert, how can she be a dancing girl lying naked on the grass like that?" Yang Gang thought with disdain.

Without further arguing with Xue Shuren, he picked up the piece of blue and white porcelain.

He silently activated "Memory Reading."

Whoosh!

A line of text immediately appeared in Yang Gang’s mind.

"2010.06, Zhan Liushan imitation of Qing palace porcelain."

Yang Gang was startled, not because the piece of nude porcelain that Xue Shuren prized as a palace treasure was actually a high imitation from recent years, but rather because as his spiritual power had increased, "Memory Reading" had evolved.

Previously, "Memory Reading" could only identify the age of the cultural relic, but it could not distinguish who the creator was.

For example, with Tang Bohu’s paintings, even though it was known they were from Tang Bohu’s era, there was no way to confirm that they were genuine pieces from him.

After all, even in that era, there were many who made a living by imitating famous artists’ work, and many skilled artists’ imitations were good enough to pass for the real thing.

But now that "Memory Reading" had evolved, it could not only identify the age of the artifact but also reveal the creator!

Thus, appraising paintings and other antiques would be much more convenient in the future.

"How about it? Which dynasty, which era?" Xue Shuren saw Yang Gang in a daze and pressed for an answer.

"Well..." Yang Gang set down the piece of nude porcelain he was holding, pondered for a moment, and said, "The twenty-first century."

Upon hearing this, Xue Shuren bristled with rage: "Young man, are you implying that the treasure I’ve collected is a fake?"