Imposter Young Master
Chapter 833 - 837: A Woman Three Years Older Holds a Golden Brick

Chapter 833: Chapter 837: A Woman Three Years Older Holds a Golden Brick

Yang Gang was sweating profusely at this moment, "Uh, I’ve heard."

"You don’t have any objections?"

Yang Gang felt his scalp tingle, "Grandma’s opinion is my opinion."

"Hmm, that’s good. If that bastard dares to be irresponsible, you’ll beat him up for Grandma!" the old lady said.

"Yes, following the Empress Dowager’s decree."

Having said that, Yang Gang shot Yang Fei a resentful look.

Yang Fei, however, took the opportunity to stick her tongue out at Yang Gang when no one was paying attention.

"That woman, knowing full well I won’t break up with Xiaorou..."

One by one, everyone left Lin Jianjun’s hospital room and headed to the living room.

When Yang Fei saw Lin Qingyu, she suddenly remembered something and asked curiously, "Qingyu, how come you’re with Yang Gang?"

Lin Qingyu’s face instantly turned red.

However, Yang Fei’s face turned dark.

What’s with this woman?

"Feifei, what exactly is going on?" Lin Yueyao also asked curiously.

Blushing, Lin Qingyu recounted how she was attacked by a thug and then rescued by Yang Gang.

"Ah, Master Yang has saved Qingyu again. I feel like our family is always receiving favors from Master Yang," Liu Ling paused, then added, "It would be great if Master Yang took a liking to Qingyu..."

"Mom, what are you talking about! The young master has a fiancée!" Lin Yueyao quickly said.

"Sorry, sorry. I wasn’t trying to sell my daughter to you all, I just..." Liu Ling hurriedly explained.

The old lady laughed, "If Gangzi likes her, I have no objections. I’m quite fond of Qingyu too, and she also fits the traditional criteria for a Yang family bride."

"What tradition?" everyone asked curiously.

After taking a sip of tea, the old lady calmly said, "Big breasts."

Pfft!

Yang Fei glanced at her own chest subconsciously and felt rather depressed for no reason.

It took a moment for Liu Ling and the others to catch on.

"Oh, I see. Both our daughters are genuinely well-endowed, absolutely no breast enhancements..."

"Mom!"

Lin Qingyu and Lin Yueyao had their cheeks flushed.

Two hours later, the door to Lin Jianjun’s hospital room opened, and Yang Gang, covered in sweat, walked out.

"Yang Gang, how’s my dad?" Lin Qingyu asked nervously.

Yang Gang looked a bit tired but smiled lightly, "Hmm, not too bad. Continuous treatment for a week should lead to a full recovery."

"Full recovery?" Everyone’s expression was one of shock.

Just then, Lin Jianjun suddenly threw back the covers and got out of bed.

"Dad, how can you get out of bed? Eh? Dad can get out of bed?!" Lin Qingyu’s expression was one of astonishment.

Ever since his leukemia relapsed, Lin Jianjun had been unable to get out of bed on his own, but now...

"Master Yang, I, I really don’t know how to thank you, I..."

Lin Jianjun, a retired soldier, had rarely shed tears in his life, but at this moment, tears were welling up in his eyes.

Yang Gang just smiled lightly, "Uncle, no need to be so formal."

Lin Jianjun opened his mouth, his lips quivered, and in the end, he could only say two words: Thank you.

A moment later, Yang Gang, Yang Fei, and the old lady Yang bid farewell to the Lin family members and returned to the Yang family’s villa.

"Hmm... didn’t see the old man?" Yang Gang glanced around and then said.

Old lady Yang rolled her eyes, "That’s your dad!"

"Psh," Yang Gang curled his lip, "He doesn’t treat me like his son, why should I treat him like my dad?"

"You and your father are both so stubborn. Ah, just like your grandfather!" The old lady felt helpless, mumbling, "Really, what kind of bad traits are our children inheriting? Look at Feifei, she has such a good nature. Our family’s genetic inheritance must really be outstanding."

Yang Fei’s identity had not been made public by the Xue family, and the old lady was unaware that Yang Fei was actually the little princess of Xue Clan from the prestigious Westland.

Before Yang Gang could speak, Yang Ya’s voice suddenly arose, "Grandma, you are too partial to Feifei. Is my personality that bad?"

"Yes, Grandma. Little Ya is the person with the best personality in the world," said the voice of Gong Shuiwei.

Yang Gang looked at the two companions who had arrived together, a look of dismay on his face.

"Gong Shuiwei still hasn’t left, is she really planning to spend the New Year at the Yang’s?"

Gong Shuiwei hurried forward a few steps, came to the old lady’s side, and said coyly, "Grandma, would you like me to be your granddaughter-in-law?"

"Eh?" Yang Fei quickly interjected, "What are you blabbering about!"

"What’s wrong? It’s just that I’m three years older than Yang Gang, right? Haven’t you ever heard the saying? A woman three years older will bring home a chunk of gold. Maybe if Gang married me, the Yang family’s financial crisis would be solved," Gong Shuiwei said.

Upon hearing this, the old lady was tempted, "Hmm, if it brings good luck, it might indeed be an excellent match."

"Grandma! Gang already has a girlfriend, Xiaorou! Aren’t you the one who likes Xiaorou the most?" Yang Fei said.

"Well, I do like Xiaorou, but..." The old lady hesitated slightly, letting out a sigh, "But it seems Xiaorou isn’t too willing to marry Gang, otherwise, she wouldn’t have left."

Gong Shuiwei gave Yang Fei a provocative smile, then began to massage the old lady’s shoulders, adding, "Grandma, trust me. Marrying me is sure to make the Yang family’s future bright and successful. You wouldn’t want to see the company your uncle worked so hard to build fall into someone else’s hands, would you?"

"Gang, what do you think? Grandma thinks it’s not too bad. Shuiwei has been staying in our house for the past few days, and she is a very nice girl. Beautiful, mature, intelligent, great figure, good temperament, and also, she’s busty!"

Spurt!

Once again, Yang Fei felt the full malice of traditional Yang family values.

Yang Gang’s scalp tingled.

What exactly does this woman, Gong Shuiwei, want to do?

Before Yang Gang could say anything, Yang Fei suddenly remembered something and quickly said, "I heard from my sister! Gong Shuiwei, aren’t you a candidate for the Xueji Queen? And you’ve already made it to the final pair. Since you’re about to become the Xueji Queen, stop meddling with our family’s emotions!"

"Eh? Is that so?" Old lady Yang turned her head to look at Gong Shuiwei.

Without any hint of panic, Gong Shuiwei calmly replied, "Oh, that? If I could become the Yang family’s daughter-in-law, I would not pursue becoming the Xueji Queen."

The old lady, upon hearing this, was deeply moved, holding Gong Shuiwei’s hand and saying, "Child, grandma is so touched. I never knew you liked Gang so much that you would even give up being a princess for him. Shuiwei, don’t worry, grandma supports you!"

"Thank you, Grandma," Gong Shuiwei said, then flashed another light laugh in Yang Fei’s direction.

Yang Fei clenched her fists, seething with anger inside.

"Provocation! This is blatant provocation! Miss here, is very! Un! Happy!"

But, as much as she was unhappy, Yang Fei really had no means to deal with Gong Shuiwei.

This woman, as the boss of Dawn of Light, had great influence. Moreover, she possessed the heaven-defying superpower known as "Black Hole Space."

Even though Yang Fei could neutralize superpowers,

in hand-to-hand combat, she was still no match for Gong Shuiwei.

And when it came to scheming, she couldn’t even touch Gong Shuiwei’s toes.

She was totally outmatched!

After much thought, Yang Fei realized that if she wanted to suppress Gong Shuiwei, she had to bring in reinforcements.

She went straight to a secluded place, then dialed a number.

"Hello, Sister Miao..."