Imposter Young Master

Yang Gang suddenly stood up, grabbed the tray with Kung Pao chicken rice, and slammed it right into Fu Yan’s face. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

"I’ve already said it’s affecting my meal; are you deaf? But speaking of which, what the hell is G13? I was only away from school for a little while, and now there’s a G13?"

The entire restaurant was stunned into silence.

Quite a few people who knew Fu Yan’s identity were dry-throated and couldn’t help but feel nervous for Yang Gang, standing on the same social level.

Of course, there were also many who were secretly thrilled by the scene.

In fact, many people had long been discontented with the arbitrary and overbearing behavior of the G13 group and their lackeys. They found themselves in weaker positions with no power or influence, merely foils for the powerful—a helpless fate. Seeing the usually domineering ’bully nobility’ got his face covered in rice today, they naturally felt a surge of satisfaction.

But how would this ’people’s hero’ clean up this mess now?

Fu Yan was completely stunned and burst into a rage as soon as he came to his senses. It was the first time he had been publicly humiliated like this, so it was no wonder that Fu Yan was furious with embarrassment.

"Damn it!" Fu Yan turned, grabbed an empty beer bottle from a nearby table, and swung it hard at Yang Gang’s head.

Yang Gang wore a look of mockery.

Too slow! Compared to the speed of a superpower user, it was like comparing a turtle to a rabbit.

Yang Gang, steady as Mount Tai, simply shifted his position slightly to dodge Fu Yan’s attack and reversed his grip on Fu Yan’s right wrist, applying a gentle force.

He did not use his superpower. After all, the Federal Constitution made it clear: public use of offensive superpowers was a criminal offense.

It hurt, it hurt!!

Fu Yan immediately let out a wail like a ghost howling.

"Is that all you got, acting so bold? Raised on tainted milk?" Yang Gang sneered, increasing the pressure on his grip.

"Ah!! Damn it, do you know who I am? My dad is a professor at our school," Fu Yan said through gritted teeth, still trying to seem tough despite the pain.

"Pfft!" Yang Gang couldn’t help but chuckle: "So a professor raised a son like you? Go and tell your dad he’d better remake you from scratch. Don’t try to act cool if you have no ability, it’s embarrassing. Does insulting girls give you a sense of achievement, does playing with women make you feel proud? Proud my ass!"

Yang Gang released his grip and kicked out, using only thirty percent of his strength, and sent Fu Yan flying several meters down the restaurant’s corridor.

After tumbling to the ground, Fu Yan looked up with a vicious gaze, gripping the beer bottle and ready to charge again.

Just then.

"Fu Yan, stop!"

A faint cold shout came from the direction of the stairs.

Upon hearing this, Fu Yan immediately sobered up, turned around, and complained bitterly, "Brother Xu Yi, this guy deserves to die!"

Slap!

A slap landed heavily on Fu Yan’s face.

The one who had slapped him was a composed and cold young man, about as tall as Yang Gang, and even more solidly built.

From the moment this young man appeared at the top of the stairs, Yang Gang’s attention shifted from Fu Yan to the young man known as Brother Xu Yi.

Holding back his sharp edge, his breath as deep as an abyss.

Yang Gang looked solemn; this young man was dangerous, that was his intuition!

"Brother Yi..." Fu Yan was dazed by the slap.

"Get lost!" Xu Yi coldly commanded.

Fu Yan, terrified and pale, quickly shifted out of the way.

Xu Yi walked straight toward Yang Gang.

The people in the restaurant felt anxious for Yang Gang, not knowing who this Xu Yi was, but judging by Fu Yan’s reaction, he was definitely a second-generation rich kid with a big background, and he looked so much stronger than Fu Yan. This could mean trouble for Yang Gang.

Yang Gang, however, remained calm, giving no hint of his thoughts.

Surprisingly, instead of a fight, Xu Yi came up to Yang Gang and said with a smile, "I apologize, my friend is a bit ignorant. Please don’t take it to heart. This meal is on me. Let’s go to the private dining room on the third floor; it’s quite decent."

"No need," Yang Gang replied indifferently.

Xu Yi was very decisive. Seeing that Yang Gang had a firm attitude, he didn’t say much, just smiled and said, "Then I won’t disturb your meal. If there is a chance, I must make it up to you with a proper apology. Well, let’s consider today’s incident as you having forgiven Fu Yan. I’ll take my leave now."

After he finished speaking, he left.

Fu Yan, who was still confused and lost, followed Xu Yi downstairs.

"Brother Yi, you’re not usually like this," said Fu Yan, his mind full of question marks.

Who is Xu Yi? He’s the third-in-command of Haixing University’s G13 group. He normally doesn’t take action, but when he does, he’s known to turn rivers and flip lands, a ruthless character.

But today, Xu Yi took action in an unimaginable way—humbly seeking the other party’s forgiveness.

This, this completely unimaginable event, happened!!

"Don’t mess with that man in the future." Xu Yi didn’t say anything else and left directly.

The second-floor cafeteria.

Having witnessed everything that just happened, most people were still in shock. But when they looked at Yang Gang again, in addition to curiosity, there was now more awe.

Yang Gang had no time to pay attention to these gazes; he returned to the food-serving window: "Master, another serving of Kung Pao chicken, please."

The simple and honest food server, who rarely showed a smile, said with a smile, "Today has really been a feast for the eyes. Kung Pao chicken it is, and I’ll throw in half a pound of spiced beef, on me."

Yang Gang grinned: "Then I’ll gladly accept."

The food server looked at him speechlessly: "Can’t you be a little modest, maybe refuse by saying you don’t like beef?"

"Sorry, my master said, ’Monks don’t tell lies.’"

The food server turned his face away and said no more.

A moment later, with a freshly cooked portion of Kung Pao chicken and a dish of spiced beef, Yang Gang sat opposite Liu Qianqian again.

"The beef here is said to be pretty good, give it a try," said Yang Gang cheerfully, as if he had completely forgotten about the incident just now.

"Um, Yang Gang, I’m sorry, it was all because of me..."

"Let’s eat," Yang Gang interrupted Liu Qianqian. He paused for a moment before he continued lightly, "In this world, there are quite a few princes, but most of them are just frog princes. True white horse princes are very rare, so not every girl can be so lucky to find her own. Life is full of setbacks, but one must learn from them and grow. Having learned from this lesson, I’m sure you’ll be more cautious when looking for a boyfriend next time, right?"

While he was speaking, Yang Gang suddenly felt a touch of heaviness in his heart.

"Whose white horse prince am I after all? Or perhaps, am I not anyone’s white horse prince?"

He lost his appetite and stood up, saying indifferently, "I have something to do, I’ll leave first."

When he came to his senses, he had already left Haixing University.

He had originally intended to inquire about that G13 thing, but he had completely forgotten about it.

"Forget it, I’ll go home first."

Returning to Yang’s villa, Yang Fei immediately ran over: "Gang, aren’t you with Sister Miao?"

Yang Gang was stunned: "No. Has Sister Miao not come back?"

"Yeah, it’s already seven or eight in the evening," Yang Fei said anxiously.

"Do you know where she went?"

Yang Fei’s gaze flickered.

"Speak up, quick!"

"She seems to have gone to meet Xiao Haotian," Yang Fei said softly.

Yang Gang was stunned for a moment before he immediately called Xiao Haotian and said directly, "Xiao Haotian, where’s my wife?"

"How should I know?! She left four or five hours ago. Wait, Miao Miao hasn’t returned yet?!"

Yang Gang didn’t answer Xiao Haotian and hung up the phone.

Then, he called Gu Xiaorou, Yang Ya, and others, but no one knew where Zhang Miao had gone.