Imposter Young Master
Chapter 791 - 794: Stupid and Dumb Woman_1

Chapter 791: Chapter 794: Stupid and Dumb Woman_1

Room 709, Coastline Hotel.

It was already ten o’clock at night in Xueji time.

Su Xiaoxi yawned, "I’m sleepy, time to go to bed."

"Me too." Yang Fei stretched languidly.

"By the way, Feifei, do you guys know the content and time of the fourth round of PK?" Red Moon suddenly asked.

"Oh, we only received a notification that the fourth round PK is three to two, but the specific time is still undetermined, and the PK content wasn’t said either. Because the Spring Festival is coming up. There are a lot of Chinese people in Xueji, and after the establishment of the Xueji Kingdom, the Spring Festival was officially made a legal holiday, so the fourth round of PK in Princess Selection Reality Show will be postponed until after the Spring Festival."

Yang Fei paused for a moment, then chuckled, "There’s also a saying that the Xueji King deliberately delayed the process of the princess selection show. Because it’s not just a reality show, but a real princess selection. The woman who wins in the end will marry the Xueji King. The Xueji King specifically set the marriage time after Valentine’s Day, probably because the Xueji King wants to spend his last Valentine’s Day with the woman he likes."

"Uh, why doesn’t the Xueji King just marry the woman he likes?" Lucy asked curiously.

Yang Fei shrugged, "Who knows, there must be some unspeakable reasons."

She paused, then laughed, "Anyway, it has nothing to do with me and Sister Miao. In the end, the one who will win is that woman called ’Concubine.’ Speaking of which, this woman’s name is really weird. Who in modern society is still called ’Concubine’?"

Red Moon looked at Yang Fei, "Hmm? Don’t you have faith?"

"It’s not a lack of faith. Red Moon, don’t you remember? That Hai Dou promised us that we are just stand-ins. The purpose is to create momentum for the princess selection show, and they won’t choose us as princesses." Yang Fei said.

"Oh, I see. The first few rounds were so fierce that I almost forgot." Red Moon paused, then lamented, "What a pity. I thought one of you or Miao Miao would become the queen of Xueji, then I would also know royalty and be able to show-off to my sisters. What a pity, such a pity."

At this moment, Zhang Miao suddenly chuckled, "Sister Red Moon, don’t sigh just yet. Things might take a turn."

"Oh? Could it be that Miao Miao knows something?" Su Xiaoxi asked curiously.

"Maybe." Zhang Miao smiled, "But I won’t tell you."

All the girls had a dark expression. This woman...

"Then give us a hint, who will become the queen of Xueji?" Red Moon said.

"Um.." Zhang Miao pondered for a moment, then faintly smiled, "I can’t say for sure."

Red Moon rolled her eyes, "Forget it, it’s time to sleep."

Just then, someone rang the doorbell.

Su Xiaoxi, who was closest to the door, looked outside through the peephole, then promptly opened the door.

The old swindler, Zhang Yu, and Little Qi walked in.

The three of them appeared tired and depressed.

"What happened?" Su Xiaoxi asked.

"Ah, I can’t stand that guy, Yang Gang anymore." The old swindler said.

Moon looked annoyedly at the old swindler, "What happened to Yang Gang?"

"An hour ago, that guy returned to room 708. Then he started playing the same song over and over on his computer, something like, ’If life ends here, if there’s no longer me, I will find an angel to love you for me..’ God, I’ve never heard this song before, but now I can recite the lyrics backwards, even though I have no idea what this song is."

"’Angel’s Wings’ by An Hu." Zhang Miao said flatly.

"That’s the song. That dude Yang Gang has been playing it on a loop for an hour now. God, I’m about to lose my mind." Zhang Yu also complained.

"Did something happen to him?" Zhang Miao asked.

"Who knows!"

"I’ll go take a look." Zhang Miao got up and went to the next room, 708.

Indeed, ’Angel’s Wings’ was still playing on loop, and the volume was so loud, it was almost pollution. If not for the good sound insulation between the suites, probably even room 709 next door would be affected.

Zhang Miao stood at Yang Gang’s bedroom door, knocked on the door.

A little while later, Yang Gang opened the door with a defeated look on his face, "Are you guys so bothered that you can’t stand it, if you don’t want to listen, just plug your ears...uh, Sister Miao, why are you here?"

"Can I come in and sit down?" Zhang Miao smiled gently.

"Oh, please come in." Yang Gang hurriedly said.

Zhang Miao entered the room and sniffed, "You’ve been smoking?"

"Uh, sorry, I’ll open the window to air it out right away." Yang Gang said, immediately opening the window, then cleaning up the messy bed a bit.

Zhang Miao sat on the bed, looked at the Kugou Music on the computer screen, hesitated for a moment, and calmly asked, "Did something happen?"

Yang Gang was silent for a moment, then shook his head.

Zhang Miao looked at Yang Gang and said softly, "Gang, don’t keep everything bottled up. If you need to cry, just let it out."

"Men should not shed tears lightly. Besides, there’s nothing worth crying over." Yang Gang also sat at the edge of the bed, speaking calmly.

Zhang Miao quietly looked at Yang Gang, then stood up, pulled him into her grip, and said softly, "Ever since Xiaorou disappeared again, you have been forcing yourself."

"No..." As if he had thought of something, Yang Gang’s heart pounded once more. He reached out and held onto Zhang Miao, tears streaming out again: "Sister Miao, Xiaorou must have had a premonition that her death was impending, that’s why she left again. That foolish woman, why would I fall in love with a woman who casually abandons those she loves? What about ’finding an angel to love you on my behalf’? If feelings can be replaced so frivolously, it wouldn’t be so painful! That silly, stupid woman!"

Tears glistened in Zhang Miao’s eyes: "Indeed, quite silly."

"But what if this is the happiness that Xiaorou hopes for? What do I do?"

Zhang Miao merely held onto Yang Gang gently, without giving a reply.

After a while, Zhang Miao let go of Yang Gang. Her emotions had already regained calm. She smiled lightly, "Don’t think too much. Although Xiaorou’s prophecies have never been wrong, who can be sure that her prophecies are always one hundred percent accurate? Maybe the prophecy of death is just a false alarm, a nightmare."

"But..."

"Gang, it might be a bit harsh to say this, but if you can’t pull yourself together, I’m afraid the emotions of everyone in our circle will be affected by your mood."

Yang Gang was stunned, "Really?"

"Of course, you are our core." Zhang Miao said.

"Really?"

"Why would I lie to you?"

"Yay! Full health recovery!" Yang Gang cheered excitedly.

At the corner of Zhang Miao’s mouth, she twitched a little, then she faintly smiled, thinking, "Well, that’s all right. Even though I know Gang is forcing himself to be active, it’s still better than being depressed all the time."

She collected her emotions, "All right, I’ll go back to sleep now."

After taking two steps, Zhang Miao turned around and said, "Remember, turn off the stereo!"

"Yes, Sister Miao!" Yang Gang saluted.

Zhang Miao wiped her sweat, she didn’t say anything else and then just left room 708.

Late at night.

Everyone was asleep, including the ’troublemaker’ Yang Gang, but Zhang Miao was having insomnia.

Dressed in her pajamas, she leaned against the balcony door, her eyes looking at the bright moon.

"Finding an angel to love him for you? Xiaorou, you really know how to present people with difficult problems."

She sighed faintly, "What should I do?"

Her gaze fell onto the bookshelf in the room, where there, a silk box was kept which held an antique and elegant ring inside.

That was the ancestral ring passed down solely to the daughters-in-law of the Yang family.

This ring was always kept by Su Xiaoxi.

Since Lucy also moved into this suite, causing the lack of rooms, Zhang Miao had given her own room to Lucy and she moved into Su Xiaoxi’s room.

Zhang Miao looked at the ring, hesitated for a long time, and slowly moved towards it.

She glanced at Su Xiaoxi, who was sound asleep.

After another bout of mental struggle, Zhang Miao opened the silk box, took out the ring, and wore it on her ring finger.

Neither large nor small, it fit just right, as if the ring was custom-made for Zhang Miao.

"Miao Miao, you..." The voice of Su Xiaoxi suddenly sounded beside her.

Zhang Miao was lost in thought and didn’t notice Su Xiaoxi approaching.