Imposter Young Master
Chapter 86: Depending on the Situation_1

Chapter 86: Chapter 86: Depending on the Situation_1

Yang Fei chuckled, "Sister Yueyao, of course, I know. I’m just afraid somebody might misunderstand. Sister Yueyao, the heir of our family is a lecherous wolf, you must be cautious. Oh, speaking of which, I’ll get you a stun baton someday. If someone makes a wrong move, don’t hesitate to prod them with it."

Yang Gang wore a face of annoyance, "Yang Fei, who taught you to be so violent? A girl should be gentle and virtuous, only then can she marry into a good family, understand?"

Lin Yueyao quickly said, "Master, Miss Fei is the most gentle lady I’ve ever met from a wealthy family."

Images of Su Xiaoxi and Gu Xiaorou appeared in Yang Gang’s mind, "Compared to these two, Yang Fei indeed seems gentle."

"Anyway, keep up the good work. I’m going to take a shower and go to bed." Yang Gang said with a yawn.

Yang Fei looked at Yang Gang curiously, "Aren’t you going to have dinner?"

"Oh, I’ve already eaten." Yang Gang casually said.

"You’ve eaten? Where did you eat?" Yang Fei asked again.

Only then did Yang Gang come back to his senses, his mouth twitched, casually replied, "At the temple fair, how else could I have run into you?"

"Oh." Yang Fei seemed not to suspect anything.

Yang Gang quickly left, took a shower, and returned to his room.

Once in bed, he was still thinking about Gu Xiaorou.

"Knowing her, she wouldn’t come all the way to Huaxia for nothing, and even rent a house for a year. Seems like she plans to settle in Hangcheng." Yang Gong frowned in thought. "Did she have a fight with Zhang Yu? Or is she only following Su Xiaoxi’s orders to monitor me in Hangcheng?"

Yang Gang tried to contact Zhang Yu, but to no avail.

He couldn’t reach Su Xiaoxi and Sister Miao either.

As for that old lecher, it was hopeless to count on him. Who knows whose belly he is lying on right now.

While thinking, Yang Gang gradually grew tired and fell into a deep sleep.

In the middle of the night, he was woken up by a loud thunderstorm. He looked out of the window to see severe winds and lightning, heavy rain ravaging the entire city.

Watching the lightning-filled sky, Yang Gang’s expression was somewhat solemn.

Suddenly, there was a slight knock on the door.

Yang Gang was curious, who could it be at this late hour? It couldn’t be the old lecher coming to ’check up’, could it?

With an annoyed face, opened the door and was slightly surprised.

The person knocking wasn’t the old lecher but Yang Fei.

Yang Fei, dressed in a onesie, hugging a large teddy bear, with a pale face.

"What’s wrong?" Seeing Yang Fei’s off-color face, Yang Gang quickly asked.

A blush crossed Yang Fei’s face, "Thunder."

Yang Gang glanced at the stormy night outside the window and nodded thoughtfully.

So that was the reason.

"Come in first." After letting Yang Fei enter, Yang Gang closed the door.

Yang Fei, holding the bear, came to Yang Gang’s bedside, somewhat surprised, "You read magazines every night? What kind of magazines?"

Yang Fei picked one up, then her face instantly darkened, "Yang Gang! Is this pornographic?!"

"A personal photo album." Yang Gang looked at the full nude photo of Yui Hatano on the magazine cover and said sturdily.

"This is pornographic, isn’t it?" Yang Fei asked again.

"A personal photo album." Yang Gang’s tone was noticeably lacking.

"This is pornographic, isn’t it?" Yang Fei asked for the third time.

Yang Gang’s mouth twitched a little, "Okay, I confess. They are pornographic books."

With an exasperated expression on her face, Yang Fei confiscated all of Yang Gang’s works, which included complete sets of photo books featuring Yui Hatano, Tsubasa Amami, Rui Saotome, and others.

"Yang Gang, you shouldn’t be indulging in this sort of dirty stuff. Can’t you learn something useful instead? You are a junior now, and you haven’t pass your English Level 4 yet. Why can’t you study English more seriously?" said Yang Fei.

"English Level 4? That’s a mediocre test. I can ace it in no time." Young Master Yang was disdainful. When he was performing tasks in America, he got bored and decided to take the TOEFL exam. He accidentally scored full marks, so he was brimming with confidence.

With a deadpan face, Yang Fei said, "Your boasting skills have improved after the car accident. You’ve taken the English Level 4 exam four times, and your highest score isn’t even 300. The passing score is 425..."

Just then, there was a sudden thunderous boom. Yang Fei, her face color drained from fright, took refuge in Yang Gang’s arms.

As he inhaled the faint scent coming off Yang Fei, Yang Gang felt his hormones stirring.

Quickly, Yang Gang started chanting in his heart, "Amitabha, it’s just a B cup... Amitabha, it’s just a B cup..."

Keeping his hormones in check was quite the feat.

Yang Gang gently caressed Yang Fei’s hair and reassured her with a smile, "Don’t be afraid. I’m here."

After the thunderclap, the outside turned quiet temporarily. Yang Fei took her face out from Yang Gang’s embrace and said, "Gang, I am going to sleep here tonight!"

"Okay," Yang Gang replied casually.

Yang Fei climbed onto the bed after removing her slippers. She laid on her stomach and opened an English magazine. Meanwhile, Yang Gang laid flat next to her, his hands tucked behind his head as he stared at the ceiling.

The room was filled with an indescribable atmosphere.

"Hey Gang, you’ll have a girlfriend in the future, right?" Suddenly, Yang Fei broke the silence.

Yang Gang rolled his eyes, "Isn’t that obvious? You don’t want me to be single all my life, do you?"

"People always say that a brother who gets married will no longer spoil his sister," Yang Fei propped her chin with her left hand while flipping the magazine with her right as she continued laying there.

Yang Gang turned his body towards Yang Fei and looked at her.

Her scattered hair covered her stunning face, hiding her expression from him. The faint scent coming off her caused waves of emotions to stir within Yang Gang.

"That depends on whether or not the sister is well-behaved," Yang Gang tried to hold back his emotions and said with a smile.

"Hmph," Yang Fei huffed lightly, closed her magazine, and pulled the blanket over her, "I’m going to sleep now!"

A moment later, light and even breathing could be heard from her.

The storm continued to rage outside, but Yang Fei found comfort and safety in her warm abode and slept soundly.

Her hair lay scattered following the folds of the bed sheet. The soft features of her face cast a gentle shadow. Her long eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings. The velvet blanket lightly covered her body, its edge revealing part of her white sleeping dress. Her hands rested on her chest, moving up and down with each breath she took.

The sleeping Yang Fei was like a princess in the tower, waiting for her prince to wake her up.

Her thin, delicate lips were like poppy flowers, full of intoxicating allure.

Looking at her lips, Yang Gang was overwhelmed with an urge to kiss them.

He looked at Yang Fei’s sleeping face, slowly leaning forward.

Yet, just a few centimeters away from Yang Fei’s lips, Yang Gang stopped.

He sat up slowly, rubbed his forehead to clear his mind.

After a while, Yang Gang finally calmed down. He looked at the sleeping Yang Fei and gave a wry smile.

"It’s only a B cup, after all..."

Just then, his phone vibrated with a new text message.

Yang Gang glanced at the number, and then opened the message.

"Gang, I’m scared."