Imposter Young Master
Chapter 596 - 600 Brother, You’re Already Here_1

Chapter 596: Chapter 600 Brother, You’re Already Here_1

Hangcheng Fallen Leaf Cemetery.

Many reporters had gathered here early on, but were kept outside the cemetery by the police maintaining order.

There were many distinguished guests attending the funeral today. Essentially, all the big shots from the political and business sectors of Hangcheng had arrived.

When the bigwigs arrived, the security level naturally had to be upgraded, or one might say, it had elevated in style.

As a result, the responsibility of maintaining order was handed over from Yang Group’s security department to the local armed police of Hangcheng.

However, while many dignitaries attended, there were few who were truly there to mourn. Many came with the attitude of waiting to see a joke unfold.

Yang Gang, the sole heir of the Yang family, which had stood firmly in Hangcheng for twenty years, had died. This meant that the Yang family had lost their succession. The fact that the Yang family without a successor would be removed from the Top Ten Families was all but certain.

Many emerging families who were waiting for a chance to ascend had already silently rejoiced.

Moreover, it was said that the false young master would also attend the funeral. This was one of the reasons why many dignitaries attended the ceremony.

This was because they vaguely sensed that something interesting would happen.

Those waiting for the appearance of the false young master were not only these bored elites, but also various types of reporters.

From some point, the false young master had become the most newsworthy person in Hangcheng.

In any case, today’s false young master received more attention than the real ’protagonist’ of the day.

Yang Fei gritted her teeth in discontent, "What kind of people are these? Today is Gang’s funeral, why is everyone so interested in that bastard!"

Yang Ya smiled, "Feifei, what happened when you went out with Gang yesterday? You seem even angrier."

Upon recalling yesterday’s events, Yang Fei felt both shame and anger. Biting her thin lip, she swore in her heart to clear her name!

Just then, there was a stir in the crowd.

"The false young master is here!" someone shouted.

A common Volkswagen car stopped by the side of the road, and a young man in a black suit got out of the car. Ignoring the crowd’s gaze, he approached the passenger side of the car and opened the door.

Then, a woman in a black suit got out of the car, holding a white lily in her hand.

She stood there, quiet as an orchid, noble, but also singularly charming. Her enchanting body and stunning face symbolized elegance, romance and beauty. Her beauty may not be as utterly breathtaking as a work of art like the Mona Lisa, even though every single strand of her hair was beautiful beyond reckoning. But it was precisely because she was not gaudily dressed, without traces of artificial sculpting, that she exuded a breath-taking beauty of another kind.

Everything about her seemed to have been cut using the golden ratio, from her hair to her toes. Looking at her was like admiring a pot of fresh flowers, while her beauty was stunning, it also gave people a pleasing meaning.

"Hey, who is that woman? She’s incredibly gorgeous!"

"She doesn’t look local to Hangcheng. Even though Hangcheng produces many beautiful women, and has the two flowers of the Yang family, the women of Hangcheng are usually lively and cheerful. But the temperament of this woman is more restrained and mature."

"Damn, Old Qiao has a good eye, no wonder he’s the chief photographer of ’Time Magazine.’"

"Coming back to it, what’s the relationship between the false young master and that beauty?"

"Who knows?"

..

Yang Ya came over, "Miao Miao, thank you for attending the funeral. Having such a mature and intelligent sister attend his funeral, I believe that guy would be very happy even in the underworld."

"Er, it’s nothing. Actually, I’ve always wanted to attend Yang Gang’s funeral. I just didn’t know how to bring it up. I think, of the billions of people in the world, him looking so similar to Gang can be considered fate." Zhang Miao smiled slightly.

"This way, please." Yang Ya then looked at Yang Gang, "Gang, Grandma is waiting for you."

"Hmm."

Then, guided by Yang Ya, Yang Gang and Zhang Miao wove through the crowd to a certain area of the cemetery.

"Gang, go ahead." Zhang Miao casually said.

Yang Fei was supporting the old lady, standing there.

Yang Gang nodded, he took a deep breath, then walked over to the old lady.

Before he could open his mouth, the old lady had already grabbed Yang Gang’s hand. Tears swirled in her eyes as she trembled, "Gang, have you returned?"

Yang Gang was startled.

Seeing this, Yang Fei quickly said, "Grandma, this Yang Gang is not that Yang Gang."

The old lady only then came to her senses, she laughed apologetically, "Gang, sorry, Grandma got a little too emotional just now and thought my grandson had returned. That said, you really do look a lot like him."

Yang Gang composed himself, smiled lightly, "Looking similar to your grandson, this is my luck."

The old lady held onto Yang Gang’s hand, sighed, "If only you were really my grandson, not a counterfeit, but my real one."

Yang Gang smiled, remaining silent.

A touch of gloom passed through the old lady’s eyes, "You probably don’t agree with that, right?"

"Grandma! Today is Gang’s funeral, is it really appropriate to recognize a godson in front of his grave?" Yang Fei protested.

The old lady held her Buddha beads, put her hands together, "Amitabha, good, good. Gang, Grandma was wrong just now, please forgive me."

After her confession, the old lady looked at Yang Fei, "Feifei, go with Yang Gang to find your father and see what his arrangement is."

"Why does it have to be me accompanying him? Can’t he go by himself?" Yang Fei frowned.

The old lady glared at Yang Fei, "Are you trying to make Grandma angry to death?"

Yang Fei jumped in fright, hurriedly began to softly pat the old lady’s back, "Grandma, please calm down. I’m taking.. taking Mr. Yang to my dad now."

Having said that, she dragged Yang Gang and went off.

Once out of the old lady’s sight, Yang Fei quickly let go of his hand, her expression turned sullen, "Hmph!"

Yang Gang glossed over this, sweating slightly.

"That Feifei.."

"Please call me Miss Yang!" Yang Fei corrected him, word for word.

"Okay, okay. That Miss Yang, where are we going now?" Yang Gang resignedly asked.

"My father is just consulting the priest up ahead. You can go find him yourself." Yang Fei retorted, folding her arms and snorting.

Just then, Xue Lihua ran over, instantly wrapping her arms around Yang Gang, her voice slightly coquettish, "Brother, you’re already here."

Yang Fei: ".."