Imposter Young Master
Chapter 908 - 913 Wedding (2)

Chapter 908: Chapter 913 Wedding (2)

Leaving the police station, both Little Qi and Zhang Yu didn’t look too good.

Yang Gang, with a ’sincere’ face, said, "Brothers, I’m sorry you suffered last night. I hope you can understand I had your best interests at heart."

"Hey, Yang Gang, we all know what’s going on, cut the act!" Finally, Zhang Yu couldn’t stand it any longer.

Yang Gang grinned and then patted Little Qi and Zhang Yu on the shoulders, speaking earnestly, "Bro, jealousy won’t help you get a girlfriend..."

"Hey, Yang Gang, are you still planning on getting married today? It’s already eleven o’clock."

Damn it!

Yang Gang stopped dawdling and hurriedly drove towards the church.

Because he was in such a hurry, Yang Gang drove rather fast.

Approaching an intersection, the traffic signal turned yellow.

Yang Gang tried to beat the light before it turned red, so he stepped on the gas.

But just as the car picked up speed, a woman with a bewildered expression stepped out from the sidewalk on the right.

Yang Gang braked hard, but he still scraped her.

Yang Gang quickly got out of the car and rushed over to check on her.

The woman had fallen on the ground with a slight abrasion, unsure if her bones were injured.

"Are you okay?" Yang Gang approached the woman.

She appeared to be about twenty-three or twenty-four, not stunning, but rather pretty and quite charming.

Sitting on the ground, she clutched her left ankle with an expression of pain on her face.

Yang Gang took a few steps towards the woman and said, "I’m a doctor. If you don’t mind, I can use a traditional massage technique to stimulate circulation and disperse the bruise. You’ll be able to walk in a few minutes. Otherwise, even with medicinal alcohol, it would take at least a week to heal."

The woman was about to refuse.

A little boy about seven or eight years old came over, holding a cotton candy, and said, "Sis, if you don’t hurry, you’ll miss the wedding."

After hesitating for a moment, the woman finally bit the bullet and extended her leg to Yang Gang: "Then please."

While administering the healing spell on the woman, Yang Gang casually asked, "Judging by your accents, you’re not locals, are you? Are you from out of town?"

"Yes." The little boy said while munching on his cotton candy, "I’m a primary school student, and my sister is here in Hangcheng to find a husband."

Yang Gang’s face was filled with disbelief: "Are kids these days really maturing this early?"

The woman’s face turned red with embarrassment, scolding, "Little Dao! If you spout nonsense again, I’ll sell you off."

The little boy looked nonplussed: "Who would buy an eight-year-old kid? Plus, a boy at that."

At this moment, Zhang Yu poked his head out and said, "Hey, Yang Gang, what are you dawdling for? You’re going to be late!"

Yang Gang checked the time, saw that the woman’s injury was almost healed, and stood up saying, "Sorry, I have something urgent to attend to. I have to leave now. Here is some money as compensation for the trouble I caused."

While speaking, Yang Gang reached out to Zhang Yu and Little Qi.

"What for?" Little Qi asked.

Yang Gang turned around, a frustrated look on his face: "Don’t tell me you two didn’t bring any wedding gift money."

Little Qi and Zhang Yu’s faces darkened too.

The two of them scrounged up a sum of a thousand yuan in cash from all over their persons.

Yang Gang then forcefully handed the money to the woman.

Afterward, Yang Gang returned to the car and drove away.

From then on, they had a smooth journey, and the three of them arrived at the church at half-past eleven in the morning.

By this time, many people had already arrived at the church.

Including those Yang Gang was keen to see, and those he wasn’t so keen to see.

But he didn’t catch sight of Zhang Miao’s mother.

"You’re finally here, Yang Gang," said Yang Ya as she approached him. Gong Shuiwei was still following her.

Just like last night, Shuiwei was still quiet, appearing sexy yet demure.

"I say, sis, what’s with Gong Shuiwei? She’s different," Yang Gang whispered.

Gong Shuiwei smiled, "Maybe she’s in love."

"Eh? No way? I’ve already chosen Sister Miao, there’s no chance with her," Yang Gang said.

Yang Ya rolled her eyes: "Don’t flatter yourself, who said Shuiwei likes you?"

Yang Gang’s mouth twitched. Sis, give your little brother some face, will you?

He hesitated, then said with full expectation, "Where’s my wife?"

"She’s in the makeup room, with three bridesmaids keeping her company," Yang Ya paused, then smiled, "Not bad for a man of the Yang family, capturing a perfect woman like Zhang Miao. I give you my thumbs up."

Right then, there was a commotion outside the church, and many young girls surrounded a stretch Mercedes coming their way, screaming frenetically all the while.

It was clearly the arrival of a celebrity.

"What’s going on?" Yang Gang looked puzzled: "I had already asked two of my top divas, Murong Liuli and Yue Jiayi, to keep a low profile. Who else could this be?"

At that moment, the car door opened, and a man stepped out.

This man was handsome, exceptionally handsome.

With a carved, angular face that was strikingly beautiful, he looked debonair, but the sharp glint in his eyes commanded respect. His black hair was lush, and beneath his arching brows were a pair of long, peachy eyes that oozed charm, ensnaring the unsuspecting. His high nose bridge and well-proportioned lips curved into a dazzling smile.

As far as Yang Gang was concerned, most good-looking men lacked substance.

But this man was an exception.

He had a quality about him, an allure that women found irresistible.

"Sis, who’s that?"

Young Master Yang was not pleased.

What was this, stealing the groom’s thunder?