Imposter Young Master
Chapter 909 - 914 Wedding (3)

Chapter 909: Chapter 914 Wedding (3)

Young Master Yang was petty and couldn’t tolerate it.

Yang Ya looked at Yang Gang with an odd expression, "I’m saying, Gang, aren’t you a bit too negligent of your responsibilities? You’re the boss of Fantasy Elves after all, you should at least know a bit about the entertainment industry."

She paused before adding, "He is none other than Duke, the rising male god who once had a scandal with your company’s Murong Liuli."

"Huh? Scandal?" Yang Gang sneered disdainfully, "Liuli is not such a superficial woman to fall for a pretty boy like him, it must have been a publicity stunt!"

Yang Ya broke out in a slight sweat, "Indeed, it was a publicity stunt, but your Fantasy Elves also helped fan the flames behind the scenes. These days, even if celebrities are talented, without scandals, they don’t get attention. No attention means no popularity. It’s a well-known secret in the industry."

Young Master Yang fell silent.

"This Duke was one of the guests invited to Miao Miao’s bachelorette party last night, but as soon as he arrived, the party got canceled. Then, Miao Miao felt rather guilty and invited him to today’s wedding. If anyone’s to blame, it’s your wife," Yang Ya continued.

Yang Gang’s lips twitched slightly, but he said nothing.

After a short while, he finally said, "I’ll go check on Sister Miao. Sister, you handle greeting the guests."

When he reached the door of the church’s makeup room, Yang Gang took a deep breath and then knocked on the door.

Seconds later, a narrow gap opened in the door, revealing a pair of blue eyes.

Without a doubt, it was Gu Xiaorou.

Yang Gang didn’t say a word but first made a kissing gesture, which made Gu Xiaorou’s cheeks turn instantly red.

"Xiaorou, who is it?" Yang Fei asked.

Gu Xiaorou held back for a moment, then said, "A wild monkey."

"Oh, Gang, right." Yang Fei immediately understood.

Zhang Miao’s lips twitched slightly, but she said nothing.

Yang Gang continued to knock, Gu Xiaorou opened the door a crack again and said, "You won’t be seeing Sister Miao before the wedding starts!"

"Ah, why not?"

"Because Sister Miao looks too beautiful today, the stunning effect should be saved for the wedding," Yang Fei also came to the door and said.

These words made Yang Gang itch with curiosity. After thinking for a moment, he asked again, "But doesn’t the wedding ceremony need a rehearsal?"

"No need, the procedure for today’s wedding is very simple."

"How simple?"

Yang Gang thought carefully, realizing that, even though it was his own wedding, no one had actually told him the procedure yet.

"You’ll find out when the time comes."

Having said her piece, Yang Fei shut the door once more.

Yang Gang glanced at the time; with over ten minutes left until the twelve o’clock wedding, he decided to go to the venue to have a look first.

By this time, many guests had already arrived at the venue.

What somewhat surprised Yang Gang was that the Xue family members had come as well.

And much to Yang Gang’s annoyance, a lot of the female guests were surrounding that Duke.

"Ahem, hello everyone, I am today’s wedding host. Please call me Father Jack," said a man dressed as a priest who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere on the stage at the center of the wedding venue.

Yang Gang’s face was full of black lines; he rushed over and said in a low voice, "Hey, Father Jack, why is it you?"

Jack was quite surprised to see Yang Gang, "Father Jason, are you also attending the wedding?"

Yang Gang: ..

"This is my wedding!"

Yang Gang was on the verge of a breakdown.

Seeing the wedding planning staff around, he rushed over and said angrily in a low voice, "Who hired this guy? Can’t you find a more reliable priest to officiate my wedding?"

"Well, you might not have heard of the legend about Father Jack. They say that couples blessed by Father Jack stay together until their hair turns white."

Yang Gang sneered, thinking, "Other people might not know the true colors of this Westerner, but do I not? This guy has a Westerner’s face, but line-cutting, swearing in the local language, spitting, urinating in public, carving into scenic spots - he’s mastered every ’divine technique’ of the Huaxia culture. To call him a Western priest is a stretch; he’s more like a Western charlatan."

At that moment, Jack also came over and pulled Yang Gang aside.

"Hey, Father Jason, is it your wedding today?"

"Nonsense?" Yang Gang pointed to the groom tag on his clothes.

"So, the man marrying that beautiful, such beautiful bride is you?"

"Correct answer."

Jack looked dejected, "I, the priest, am very unhappy. Why does a guy like you get to marry such a beautiful woman!"

Yang Gang was furious, "Whether you’re happy or not, what’s that to me! If you mess up the wedding today, I’ll have your church torn down!"

"I, the priest, am not happy!"

Yang Gang’s mouth twitched slightly.

Moments later, the church clock was about to strike twelve.

Jason returned to the center stage with an unhappy face. He composed himself, then said, "Let’s welcome our most beautiful bride with a round of warm applause!"

Then, the lights in the church went off completely, and at the end of the red carpet,

Snap~

A spotlight came on, and a woman in a white bridal gown slowly walked out.

At that moment, the whole place fell silent, you could hear a pin drop.

All eyes were captivated.

Such, such a beautiful woman!

Her clear, bright pupils, gently arched eyebrows, long lashes trembling slightly, her fair and immaculate skin blushing faintly, her thin lips as delicate as rose petals.

Her face was finely delicate and ethereal, completely devoid of any worldly scent.

She was dignified and noble, gentle and graceful, clothed in the white bridal gown like a budding lotus emerging from the water, unsullied by the slightest filth.

A sprite of the mortal world, a fairy of the human realm.

Incomparable.

Even Jack, the priest officiating the wedding, was stunned.

Zhang Miao walked to the center of the stage, with the spotlight following her.

She stood there, like an overwhelmingly beautiful sight.

The silence continued throughout the venue.

Zhang Miao smiled gently, like a blooming lotus, "So, where is my Prince Charming?"

Yang Gang finally snapped out of it and rushed toward the circle of light.

But halfway there, he was tripped and then two people covered his mouth and dragged him away.

Damn it!

Who are these people?!

Yang Gang made a split-second decision, not caring who they were, he kicked one of them first and managed to break free, running onto the stage.

Before he could speak, suddenly there were boos from the crowd.

What now?

Zhang Miao looked at Yang Gang and blinked, "The boutonniere of the best man..."

"Huh?" Yang Gang looked down and immediately crumbled, "The groom’s boutonniere I was wearing has somehow been switched for the best man’s. Damn it! From the groom to the best man, how can I bear this?"

Yang Gang more or less guessed that it must have been switched during the tussle.

As for the ’culprit’, he had a pretty good idea who it was.

But knowing was one thing; he still had to resolve the awkward situation himself.

In the current circumstances, it was definitely not an option to admit that the groom’s boutonniere had been switched.

Nor could he say that he wore the wrong one.

All the guests were watching him.

What should he do?