Imposter Young Master
Chapter 835 - 839: Gangzi, Will You Marry Me?

Chapter 835: Chapter 839: Gangzi, Will You Marry Me?

"Huh? War?" Yang Gang looked puzzled.

"Yes, a war between women can be terrifying, especially between two potential queens. It’s like the Battle of Tianwangshan," said Yang Ya.

Yang Gang unconsciously imagined the battle in "Gintama" between the big sister Miao and the Yoshiwara leader Tsukuyo, feeling like it was going to be intense.

A moment later, Yang Gang calmed down and said, "Sister, why are they launching a ’war’?"

Yang Ya rolled her eyes. "Isn’t it because of you?"

"Eh? Why? I’m very clear that Gong Shuiwei was just teasing me; she doesn’t like me at all. And Sister Miao..." Yang Gang paused, then said, "Sister Miao also only sees me as a younger brother."

"Uh..." Yang Ya didn’t say anything.

Meanwhile.

"Poor Gang." Gong Shuiwei sighed. "The woman you were supposed to marry in your youth is now carrying someone else’s child."

Gong Shuiwei’s words seemed to show sympathy for Yang Gang, but in reality, she was insinuating something about Zhang Miao.

Zhang Miao remained calm and composed, smiling lightly. "At least it proves that I can have children."

"What? Miss Zhang Miao, are you implying that I can’t have children?" Gong Shuiwei was somewhat agitated.

"That’s hard to say. You must know that the fertility rate among those with genetic modification is extremely low. Grandma wants a grandson the most, so don’t disappoint the old lady," Zhang Miao said with a charming smile.

"Hehehe." Gong Shuiwei’s tone lacked confidence.

As everyone knows, the fertility rate among genetically modified individuals is extremely low, with the majority of problems occurring on the female side. Gong Shuiwei had never had children, so how could she know if she was fertile? If it turned out she was infertile, it would indeed be a huge blow to a woman.

"Tsk, this woman really isn’t easy to deal with!" Gong Shuiwei thought to herself.

At that moment, the old lady suddenly said, "I’ve decided, I’m going to make this pearl pendant the new symbol of heritage for the Yang family. It will only be passed on to the daughter-in-law of the Yang family!"

Everyone broke out in a light sweat.

It turned out

Zhang Miao and Gong Shuiwei had been competing for so long, and the old lady hadn’t been listening at all, only admiring the pearl pendant.

"A new symbol of heritage?" Gong Shuiwei asked curiously. "Was there a symbol of heritage before?"

The old lady nodded. "A ring that’s been passed down for more than ten generations, but it’s lost."

Yang Fei seemed to remember something and quickly said, "Grandma, is the ring you mentioned engraved with a violet flower?"

The old lady was startled. "Yes, have you seen it? That’s not right. The ring was lost shortly after you were born."

Yang Fei ran to Yang Gang. "Gang, where’s the ring?"

"Su Xiaoxi has it, you already know that," Yang Gang said.

"Gang, Feifei, what’s going on?" the old lady was confused.

"Grandma, the ring wasn’t lost. It’s likely that mom left it with Gang as a token of trust," Yang Ya spoke up.

"Really? Gang." The old lady looked at Yang Gang.

Yang Gang nodded. "But, the ring doesn’t fit anyone properly."

"Who says?" Yang Fei blurted out on impulse, "Sister Miao wears it just right!"

"Eh? When did Sister Miao try it on?" Yang Gang wondered aloud. "You’re bluffing me again!"

"It’s true! Back on Crow Feather Island, everyone tried it on, but only Sister Miao could wear it," said Yang Fei.

Zhang Miao smiled. "It was just a coincidence."

The old lady pondered for a moment and then said, "That ring has been passed down for thirteen generations. It fit just right for every daughter-in-law of the Yang family, including myself and Gang’s mother..."

"Grandma, that’s just a coincidence. Don’t make it difficult for Miao Miao. I believe Miss Miao doesn’t want to find a stepfather for her child, does she?" Gong Shuiwei said.

"Uh..." the old lady glanced at Zhang Miao.

Zhang Miao smiled faintly and didn’t speak.

In the afternoon, Yang Lin and Bai Ninglu returned.

Yang Lin cast a glance at Yang Gang and didn’t make a sound.

Bai Ninglu walked up to Yang Gang, a bit excitedly said, "Gang, you’re back?"

"Yeah." Yang Gang replied indifferently. His attitude was not cold, but it was far from warm.

Yang Gang still harbored some grudges over Bai Ninglu’s abandonment of him.

That year, if the old fortune teller hadn’t just happened to pass by and lend a helping hand, he might have truly become a frozen little ghost.

"I’m going out for a bit."

After Yang Gang finished speaking, he turned around and left the living room.

Bai Ninglu’s expression was a mix of helplessness and awkwardness.

"I’ll go check on him." Suddenly, Zhang Miao said.

"You’re Miss Zhang Miao, right? I heard from Feifei that Gang used to receive a lot of your care in the past. Thank you very much," Bai Ninglu said.

Zhang Miao smiled and didn’t say much. She bowed slightly, then also left the living room.

In the central courtyard garden of the Yang’s villa, there was a patch of grass where Yang Gang lay with a leaf in his mouth.

Zhang Miao walked over, sat beside Yang Gang and placed his head on her legs, smiling faintly, "Five years ago, at fifteen, this is how you were, lying on my legs, looking up at the sky and saying to me, ’Sister Miao, when I grow up, can I marry you?’"

Yang Gang chuckled and said, "You hesitated for a moment and said, ’No.’"

"Then, you asked me, ’Why not?’" Zhang Miao said.

Yang Gang continued, "You said, ’I won’t compete with a close friend for a man.’"

Zhang Miao looked down at Yang Gang and smiled, "So you still remember, huh?"

"Of course! That was my first time confessing."

"Hmm... So that counts as a confession, huh."

"No, that was a marriage proposal!" Yang Gang laughed.

Zhang Miao flicked Yang Gang’s forehead gently with her index finger, rolling her eyes, "That was the least sincere proposal in the world."

"Absolutely sincere! I really did want to marry you back then," Yang Gang said.

"What does a little kid know about love? However, it’s bold of a 15-year-old kid to even dream about turning an 18-year-old girl into a woman," Zhang Miao said with a light laugh.

Yang Gang chuckled, looking up at the sky, and casually said, "It’s going to snow."

Zhang Miao also looked up at the sky, "Indeed."

"I hate snow; it reminds me of such sweet memories that are now so bitter," Yang Gang said.

Zhang Miao didn’t speak.

After a while, the sky began to let fall snowflakes, like white sprites dancing in the air.

All of a sudden, Yang Gang curled up, turned to his side, and buried his head in Zhang Miao’s abdomen, saying in a low voice, "Sister Miao, I want to see Xiaorou."

"Gang..."

"I no longer hold out hope that I can save her, nor do I have any dreams of marrying her and having children with her. I just want to see her. Yet, despite searching many places, I still have no news of Xiaorou. Now, all I want is to find Xiaorou, and I’m willing to do anything. I..." Yang Gang’s voice sounded very pained.

Zhang Miao held Yang Gang’s head with both hands, looking up at the dancing snowflakes in the sky, in silence.

After a long time, Zhang Miao suddenly spoke, "Gang, let’s get married?"