Imposter Young Master
Chapter 950 - 955 Personal Secrets

Chapter 950: Chapter 955 Personal Secrets

"Uh.." Yang Gang thought for a moment, then added, "You said you plan to go to Lu Fu Country to investigate the Celestial Sound Religion?"

Yan Qingqing nodded slightly, pondering for a moment before asking, "Mr. Yang, what are you doing in Lu Fu Country?"

"I have another friend who was taken by the Dark Moon Sect in Lu Fu Country, and now their whereabouts are unknown."

Yan Qingqing seemed to think of something, "Is it a Dark Moon Sect Witch?"

Yang Gang nodded.

Yan Qingqing became alert, "Who exactly are you? Why do you know so many Dark Moon Sect Witches?"

"Personal secret, I’d rather not disclose."

Yan Qingqing didn’t press further and said with a smile, "Try the tea; this is my carefully collected top-grade Big Red Robe."

With that, she passed over a teacup with her arm, white as a lotus root.

Yang Gang took the teacup, took a whiff, and indeed, a rich fragrance teased his nose. Sipping it, he felt the intense bitterness with the tip of his tongue, which sweet relief followed on both cheeks, and his somewhat scattered spirits couldn’t help but perk up. His eyes brightened as he praised, "Indeed a fine tea, the aroma lingers without dispersing, an endless aftertaste. Truly the king of teas. This must come from the king of tea trees hidden among the clouds and mist. Otherwise, those from other branches surely couldn’t taste like this."

"Wow, you actually understand tea ceremony?" Yan Qingqing was casually lying on the soft couch in the study, lifting her thin skirt to reveal a suggestive glimpse underneath. Her whole posture exuded a release without losing dignity, filled with an extreme temptation.

"Tea ceremony is just like life, understanding life naturally leads to an understanding of tea ceremony. Beauty, you’re still young, there’s so much you don’t understand," said Yang Gang, putting on quite an act.

"Mm, you’re right. My age is indeed young, but my body is quite mature. What do you say, Little Yang Gang?" Yan Qingqing crossed her legs, her charms nearly causing blood to surge in those who beheld her, sending Yang Gang’s adrenal hormones skyrocketing.

At this moment, the doorbell rang. Yan Qingqing glanced through the smart surveillance, then opened the door.

The servant of Yan Mansion brought over Lucy, who had finished bathing and changing.

Yang Gang looked at the newly refreshed Lucy with a slight surprise.

Five years had passed, and Lucy had grown more mature and feminine.

Lucy seemed a little embarrassed, bowing her head, her face slightly flushed.

Yan Qingqing glanced at Lucy and said, "Miss Lucy, we’re about to leave for Lu Fu Country, but you’re welcome to stay at the mansion if you don’t mind?"

Before Lucy could respond, Yang Gang said indifferently, "No, the Daxia Federation is a subsidiary of the Muyang Empire, and the Dark Moon Sect could find Lucy at any time. I’m afraid it might bring trouble to your mansion."

"Then does Mr. Yang have any arrangements for her?" asked Yan Qingqing.

Yang Gang pondered for a while, then said, "Would Miss Yan mind sending Lucy to the Longqi Empire?"

Then, Yang Gang turned to Lucy, "Lucy, Moli has already gone to the Longqi Empire. When you get there, contact her through the net."

Lucy’s lips moved, but in the end, she said nothing.

Later, under Yan Qingqing’s arrangements, a private spacecraft from Yan Mansion quietly took Lucy away from the spaceport city.

Once everything was in order, a black sedan entered Yan Mansion.

A man alighted from the car, with a square face and an air of a seasoned politician about him.

He looked at Yan Qingqing and then at Yang Gang, saying, "Qingqing, we have visitors coming home, why didn’t you inform me in advance?"

Yan Qingqing hastily said, "Dad, we’re just about to leave."

"What’s the rush? At least have dinner first," the man said lightly.

Yan Qingqing glanced at Yang Gang.

Yang Gang smiled lightly and said, "Then I’ll just follow orders."

"Mm, I’m going to take a shower. Make yourself at home, no need to be polite." The man went off after speaking.

After the man left, Yan Qingqing apologized, "Sorry for the delay."

"It’s alright, my friend has been missing in Lu Fu Country for over a month, delaying a little longer for a meal doesn’t matter. Besides, I am indeed a bit hungry," Yang Gang said with a smile.

Shortly after, another car drove into Yan Mansion. A woman dressed flirtatiously alighted, looking to be about Yan Qingqing’s age.

"My stepmother, Pan Li," Yan Qingqing whispered.

Yang Gang clicked his tongue, "Your father really isn’t considerate, openly competing with men our age for the ladies."

"How about I give you my stepmom, would you want her?" Yan Qingqing said lightly with a laugh.

Yang Gang glanced at the woman who was all decked out in branded attire and overtly made up, and shook his head, "No thanks, I can’t afford to keep her."

At that moment, Pan Li sashayed over, stopping deliberately as she reached Yan Qingqing and Yang Gang. She gave Yang Gang a disdainful look and said, "Qingqing, your taste has really deteriorated, why bring such a shabby man home? Your father definitely won’t like it."

After speaking, she walked off with a wiggle.

"Sorry to make you witness that," Yan Qingqing said.

"Uh, it’s fine," Yang Gang responded.

Dinner was served in an ultra-luxurious restaurant at Yan Mansion beside a crystal-engraved dining table with only four people seated: Yan Qingqing, her politician father Yan Feng, her stepmother Pan Li, and Yang Gang.

The virtual screen in the restaurant was broadcasting the news: "The terrorists from the Liberation Front attacked the Anzhou Senate today, resulting in at least forty-five deaths and over three hundred injuries. The president of the Federation, Bas, held a press conference to harshly condemn the Liberation Front and other terrorist organizations, stating that he would spare no effort to punish terrorists and ensure national security..."

"Ah, another terrorist attack, these heathens from the Liberation Front truly deserve death." Pan Li looked at Yan Feng, then in a coquettish tone said, "Honey, you’re the vice president of the Federation, you must crack down on them hard."

Yan Feng glanced at Pan Li and said coolly, "Eat more, talk less."

Then, Yan Feng turned his gaze to Yang Gang and asked, "Mr. Yang, what is your opinion?"

"I am a foreigner, it wouldn’t be appropriate for me to comment on your country’s internal affairs," Yang Gang replied lightly.

Yan Feng nodded, not saying anything further.

He pondered a moment before suddenly asking, "When are you and Qingqing getting married?"