Imposter Young Master
Chapter 836 - 840 Proposal Success

Chapter 836: Chapter 840 Proposal Success

"Marry? Huh? Huh? Huh! Marry?!!" It took Yang Gang a while to react, and he jumped up all at once.

Zhang Miao looked at Yang Gang and smiled, "You don’t want to?"

"Uh, no..." Yang Gang scratched his head, "Sister Miao, you’re teasing me again."

"I’m serious," Zhang Miao said lightly.

Yang Gang blinked and still couldn’t believe it, and after a long while, he finally asked, "Why?"

Zhang Miao was silent for a moment before saying, "Do you know why Xiaorou is avoiding you?"

"She wants me to forget about her, wants me to find another woman who can replace her to take care of me."

Zhang Miao nodded, "In other words, if you find a woman to take care of you, she won’t need to hide from you anymore."

Yang Gang was stunned, "Sister Miao, are you saying that if we get married, Xiaorou will show up?"

"She definitely will," Zhang Miao said indifferently.

After a slight hesitation, she added, "Marrying you also serves my own interests."

Zhang Miao gently rubbed her gradually bulging belly and said softly, "I want to find a father for this child. I was born in a single-parent family; I know the pain in the hearts of children from such families. I don’t want this child to go through the same as I did."

She looked up at Yang Gang.

"Gang, I know my request is impolite, very selfish. If you’re unwilling, you can refuse."

Yang Gang was silent, and after a short while, he suddenly ran off.

Zhang Miao watched Yang Gang’s back, smiling bitterly to herself.

But before long, Yang Gang came back, holding a grass-woven ring in his hand.

He knelt on one knee in front of Zhang Miao, holding up the grass-woven ring, "Sister Miao, will you marry me?"

This was the second time Yang Gang proposed, with a span of five years between, and to the same woman.

There were no flowers, no lights, no music, not even a decent ring—only the swirling snowflakes bore witness to it all.

Zhang Miao was taken aback, feeling a small ripple of emotion stirring in her usually placid heart.

She was a mature and intelligent woman, but not without fantasies. She too had dreamed of a romantic prince swooping down from the sky, and of having a lavish and romantic confession.

Yet this proposal, simple as it could possibly be, was stirring a long-lost emotion in her chest.

"Turns out I’m such an easily satisfied woman, really hopeless," she thought.

She collected her emotions, then smiling, took the grass-woven ring from Yang Gang’s hand—it fit just right.

Yang Gang said timidly, "So, Sister Miao, does this mean my proposal is successful?"

Zhang Miao helped Yang Gang up, "Sixty points, barely passing."

"Then, is Sister Miao now my fiancée?"

"Theoretically, yes," Zhang Miao said with a light laugh.

"Then, what about Su Xiaoxi?" Yang Gang asked timidly.

"Easy."

"Sister Miao, what’s your brilliant plan?"

"Compensation."

Yang Gang: ...

"Just a joke. I will handle Su Xiaoxi," Zhang Miao said indifferently.

"Oh."

Zhang Miao glanced at Yang Gang and then said, "Gang, rest assured, we’re just a contract couple, each taking what we need. I won’t interfere with your girl chasing. When Xiaorou appears, you can continue to be with Xiaorou."

"Uh..."

"What’s the matter?"

"It feels weird, like I’m living in one of those stories where the wife lets her husband hit on other women," Yang Gang said.

Zhang Miao just smiled and didn’t say anything. After a while, she took a deep breath and chuckled, "Let’s go back."

When they returned to the living room of Yang’s villa, everyone was still there.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have an announcement to make," Yang Gang began.

"What is it?" All eyes were on Yang Gang.

Under everyone’s gaze, Yang Gang took Zhang Miao’s hand and smiled, "I’m going to marry Sister Miao."

Pfft!

Everyone was petrified.

Yang Fei had an impregnable expression.

What, what’s going on?! Why did they suddenly decide to get married after just stepping out for a moment?!

Once she came to her senses, Yang Fei ran up to Zhang Miao, glaring at Yang Gang: "Hey, Gang, what nonsense are you spouting?"

Zhang Miao raised her left hand, showing off a grass-woven ring on her ring finger.

"Feifei, it’s true. I’ve accepted Gang’s proposal."

"Wait, wait a minute!" Gong Shuiwei came running over and suddenly pulled Zhang Miao away.

Everyone exchanged looks—Emma, it seemed that despite officially pursuing Yang Gang, Gong Shuiwei seemed to be actually after Zhang Miao. Rumor had it that the woman had tendencies toward same-sex relationships.

After Gong Shuiwei and Zhang Miao left, the Yang family’s four women—Old Madame Yang, Yang Fei, Yang Ya, and Bai Ninglu—gathered around.

"Gang, are you really going to marry Miss Zhang Miao?" Bai Ninglu asked with a complex look on her face.

Yang Gang said coolly, "If you’re worried about the child in her belly, we will move out after we get married."

"No, that’s not what I mean..."

Old Madame Yang glared at Yang Gang: "Gang!"

"Sorry." Yang Gang still listened to the old lady’s words.

Bai Ninglu gave a wry smile, thinking to herself: "It seems there is still a long way to go in repairing the mother-son relationship."

"Gang, rest assured, no matter whose child Miao Miao is carrying, I will treat him as my own grandson," the old lady said.

"Thank you, Grandma," said Yang Gang, delighted. His biggest worry had actually been the old lady’s disapproval.

Yang Gang turned his head to Yang Ya: "Sis, you surely support me, right?"

"Um..." Yang Ya thought for a moment before saying, "I’m afraid you’ll be bullied after the marriage. Zhang Miao isn’t some easy girl like Feifei; you can’t control her."

Yang Fei’s face turned dark: "Hey, big sister, are you looking down on your little sister Feifei?"

"Yes."

Pfft!

Yang Fei spouted blood metaphorically. Must you admit it so readily? Can we still play happily together?

"Devil sister!"

Yang Gang chuckled and said, "Isn’t it a tradition in our family for the wives to wear the pants? Someone has a big temper but is still afraid of his wife."

Yang Gang’s remarks clearly had a deeper implication.

"Yang Gang, you little brat, what the hell?!" Yang Lin roared.

Bai Ninglu said with a forced smile, "Yang Lin, who are you calling a little brat?"

Yang Lin’s scalp tingled, and he quickly said, "I have some things to attend to, going up first."

And with that, he bolted.

Yang Gang spread his hands: "Sis, see? That’s the fate of the men in our family."

"Alright then, I have no objections," Yang Ya said.

Yang Gang raised his hands, cheering ’long live’ three times.

Moments later, Yang Fei tugged at Yang Gang’s sleeve, pointing at herself: "What about my opinion?"

"The adopted sister’s opinion isn’t important."

"Grandma, Yang Gang is bullying me!" Yang Fei immediately sought support from the old lady.

"Gang!" The old lady glared at Yang Gang.

Yang Gang broke into a sweat: "I was just kidding. Feifei, what’s your opinion?"

"I object! Xiaorou will definitely be heartbroken if she finds out," Yang Fei said.

Yang Gang took Yang Fei aside and explained to her why he was marrying Zhang Miao.

Only then did Yang Fei have an epiphany, patting Yang Gang on the shoulder: "You should’ve said so earlier. I fully support you."

She hesitated for a moment, then said suspiciously, "Gang, after you get married, will Sister Miao really not care about you? No matter what, after you’re married, she will be your wife. You’re dating other women and talking of love—she won’t get jealous? If Sister Miao loses her temper, it will definitely be scary."

"Is Sister Miao the type of woman whose words don’t count?" Yang Gang paused, then added, "Besides, Sister Miao only thinks of me as her little brother, how could she be jealous? Can you even imagine Sister Miao getting jealous?"

Yang Fei thought about it and shook her head: "I can’t imagine it at all."

"There you go."

Meanwhile, Gong Shuiwei had pulled Zhang Miao out to the courtyard.