Imposter Young Master
Chapter 597 - 601 Funeral_1

Chapter 597: Chapter 601 Funeral_1

"Um, Lihua, what did you, um, call him just now?" Yang Fei thought she heard wrong.

Xue Lihua, hooking her arm through Yang Gang’s, chuckled, "I called him ’big brother’."

Cough, cough!

Yang Fei choked directly.

"Feifei, are you okay? You seem quite agitated," Xue Lihua, supporting her chin with her hand, eyed Yang Fei, blinking frequently.

Huff~

Yang Fei took a deep breath.

"Ms. Feifei, stay calm, you must stay calm, otherwise you’d be playing into this woman’s hands. Huff~"

After a second deep breath, Yang Fei finally calmed down.

"Since when did you become this woman’s brother?" Yang Fei ignored Xue Lihua and looked at Yang Gang.

"Well.. Lihua offered a higher price," Yang Gang said truthfully.

Yang Fei: ..

"You absolute scoundrel, totally unprincipled! True to your Bounty Hunter title, you’d do just about anything for money!" Yang Fei raged inexplicably.

"Hehe, Feifei, are you angry because I stole your big brother?" Xue Lihua snickered.

"Hmph! Xue Lihua, I know what you’re up to. Unfortunately, you’ve made an error of judgement this time. Who this guy is a brother to has nothing to do with me. Nor do I care. Allow me to take this opportunity to wish you both a deep brother-sister bond, marital bliss, and may you have children soon! That’s all. Goodbye."

Having said that, Yang Fei decisively spun around and started to leave.

Xue Lihua, watching Yang Fei’s departing figure, blinked, "Hmm.. she really doesn’t seem to care, did I get my strategy wrong?"

Yang Gang glanced at Xue Lihua and casually said, "You employed me as your brother to make Yang Fei jealous?"

"Yeah.. that was pretty much the plan." Xue Lihua was honest.

"Ha~ I see." Yang Gang let out a sigh, "Then I’m afraid you’re going to be disappointed. Yang Fei despises me. You stealing me away has no significance."

"It does seem that way," Xue Lihua hesitated for a moment, then smiled brightly, "But, I don’t have any regrets. It feels nice to have a big brother."

Yang Fei, who had walked some distance away, glanced back inexplicably and her face turned dark.

"Hmph! Those two shameless individuals, today is the funeral of my twin brother. At such a solemn time, they behave as if nobody else exists, intimately cozying up to each other. They don’t even have the basic etiquette, they’re a disgrace to humanity!!"

"Er, Feifei, your expression is quite fearsome." A masculine voice chimed in.

"None of your business!" As Yang Fei turned her head and saw who had spoken, she immediately forced an awkward smile, "Sorry, Teacher Sima, I didn’t mean to snap at you."

Today, Sima Bing was also wearing a black suit, and there was a mature allure to his handsome face, utterly captivating.

Sima Bing had the elements of the romantic, the cool, and the stylish man; a talented man who was also loyal to love - the type of man regarded as a poppy to women: once you catch sight of him, you’re hooked and can’t let go.

Yang Fei too was enthralled by the sight of him, but then turned her head, a look of utter devastation on her face.

"Why.. why do I see Yang Gang’s damned face in Sima Bing?! Ah, it’s like a haunting ghost. Hmm.. could it be because that bastard has my panties?"

After thinking, Yang Fei decided, "Once the funeral is over and I return home, I’ll perform a ceremony to appease the ’vengeful spirit’ of the panty spirits. Mmhm, that’s what I’ll do."

"Feifei?" Sima Bing spoke again.

"Oh, sorry, I’m not really present today, keep drifting off." Yang Fei apologized.

"I understand. Standing here, you can’t help but recall all the memories of your twin brothers. It’s totally natural," Sima Bing said.

However, Yang Fei was taken aback.

It seemed that ever since she ran into that jerk Yang Gang, she had completely forgotten about her twin brothers. Whether it was anger or resentment, all she could think about was that jerk!

Yang Fei breathed deeply, pressed her hands together, and said silently in her heart: "Gang, I’m sorry, it’s my fault."

The funeral followed a modern Chinese style, and its greatest difference from other traditional Chinese funerals was that there was no wailing at today’s ceremony.

This was specifically requested by the old lady.

She had said that the boy, Gang, was most afraid of people crying for him. He was frail since childhood and pain was a constant companion, but he bore it silently so as to avoid worrying others and prevent them from shedding tears for him. As a result, he would always wear a smile. So, even if it hurts during the funeral, she implored everyone to not cry out loud.

The old lady had another reason for this arrangement. That was: she knew that lots of spectators would attend the funeral. The more mournful the Yang family, the more delighted the spectators would be.

And that must not happen!

The guests and family members adhered strictly to this requirement. Only Yang Fei’s emotions teetered on the brink of collapse, and it seemed she could break into tears at any moment. Everyone was sweating bullets for her.

Yang Gang, who had been standing at a distance, catching sight of this, harbored a hint of inexplicable emotion in his eyes. He walked over to Yang Fei, pulled her hand gently, and whispered, "If you want to cry, go ahead."

Yan Fei could no longer hold back her tears, and turning around she buried her face in Yang Gang’s chest and sobbed aloud.

Yang Fei’s tears spread like a virus, rapidly infecting everyone else.

The second to cry was Xue Lihua. The girl knelt on the ground, crying her eyes out.

The third was the old lady.

The fourth was Yang Ya.

Although Yang Lin didn’t cry out loud, tears were swimming in his eyes.

And Yang Gang, an inexplicable heartache swept over him, causing his eyes to well up, but he remained silent.

So it was that what was intended to be a ’smiling funeral’ ended up as a crying one.

After all, humans are emotional creatures.

The funeral ended, the guests departed, leaving only the Yang family, Xue Lihua, Yang Gang, and Zhang Miao.

The front of Yang Gang’s suit was soaked through with Yang Fei’s tears.

Yang Fei seemed a bit embarrassed, but retorted defiantly, "Who asked you to stand next to me on your own accord? I just needed a shoulder or a chest to cry on, it didn’t matter whose it was!"

Yang Gang shrugged: "I didn’t say a thing."

"Humph!"

Xue Lihua was unhappy: "Hey, Yang Fei, don’t take out your frustrations on someone else’s brother. Yang Gang is my big brother now, not your punching bag. Remember that!"

"I..." Yang Fei was speechless.

After a while, Yang Fei turned her head, "Hmph! It’s just a punching bag, I can find a dozen more any minute, who cares!"

Then, with a stamp of her foot, she left.

The adults were speechless at the antics between Yang Fei and Xue Lihua.

"Gang, I’m sorry that you ended up in this sibling war sandwich," Yang Ya murmured with a laugh.

Yang Gang shrugged it off, "Oh well, it’s nothing."

"Oh, by the way, Gang, are you planning to go back to school?" Yang Ya suddenly asked.

Hearing this, Yang Fei, who had walked a good distance away, immediately stopped and pricked her ears.