The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 1100: Really Lost Memory?

Chapter 1100: Chapter 1100: Really Lost Memory?

"Oh no, Master, have you really lost your memory?" Shuang’er exclaimed in shock, "Master, have you forgotten about the estate you built outside the city?"

"Send me the address!"

Having received the address from Shuang’er, Ning Fan left Tianling Biology immediately and hurried non-stop to the estate outside the city.

In the recent conversation, he did not perceive any deceit from Shuang’er and had even used spiritual power to probe her.

Unexpectedly, even his spiritual power did not detect anything abnormal about her.

However, that was no longer his primary concern.

Xu Yourong, his parents—these were the people he truly longed for!

Despite feeling that it was mostly likely a falsehood, the thought of all of them being at the estate made Ning Fan unable to resist the urge to go and have a look.

With his current cultivation level, his speed of travel had already surpassed the limits of human imagination, and he arrived at the estate just outside the city in an instant.

But as soon as he arrived at the estate, a strong aura rose from inside.

"Who dares to intrude?"

Yan Shuang rose into the air from the estate, his presence fierce as he charged out.

Seeing that it was Ning Fan, he quickly retracted his power and knelt on one knee: "My lord, I did not expect you to return."

Ning Fan looked at him, and again checked with his spiritual power, still finding no anomalies.

Having found nothing unusual with two people in a row, Ning Fan’s heart began to waver.

Could it really be the real world?

"Are my parents and Yourong at home?" he asked gravely.

Yan Shuang stood up and said, "Yes, all three are in the backyard enjoying the flowers. I’ll take you there."

Then, the two of them entered the estate, passed through the front courtyard, and arrived at the location of the backyard.

From a distance, Ning Fan could see the three sitting in the center of the backyard, engaged in close conversation.

"Ning Fan, you’re back!"

Su Qingcheng saw Ning Fan and immediately rushed up to him with joy.

The two embraced tightly, relishing the long-missed feeling, and Ning Fan’s spirit relaxed.

"Yourong... I’ve really missed you so much," he whispered softly.

Xu Yourong lifted her head and playfully slapped him: "What are you saying? Your parents are watching."

At the same time, Ning Potian and the beautiful woman came forward as well.

"Young man, didn’t you just go out? How come you’ve returned so quickly?" Ning Potian said with a chuckle.

Ning Fan looked at the two people in front of him, feeling his eyes moisten: "Father... Mother."

"Whoa, what’s with you today, young scamp? Why the tears?" Ning Potian said in surprise, "You’re a grown man, yet you’re acting like a child."

The beautiful woman slapped Ning Potian lightly and scolded, "Don’t talk to your son like that."

Then she walked over and gently touched Ning Fan’s head: "Son, is something bothering you? Tell mom."

Feeling the warmth in her palm, Ning Fan cracked a smile and shook his head: "It’s nothing. I just missed you all so much that I wanted to come back and see you."

"Hey, that said, you’re free today, so come fishing with me."

Ning Potian stepped forward, grabbed Ning Fan’s arm, and led him deeper into the garden, where a clear lake lay nearby.

They sat down by the lake, and Ning Potian brought out two fishing rods: "Come, let’s have a good time fishing. It’s been a while since we fished together, just the two of us."

Ning Fan gazed at Ning Potian’s tall figure, remained silent for a long while, and then managed a smile: "Alright, I’ll keep you company today."

Xu Yourong and the beautiful woman brought some fruit and tea and sat down behind them, attending to them from time to time.

Before long, the day turned to evening.

The family gathered in the villa, along with Shuang’er, Huo Erba, Yan Shuang, and others.

Nearly all his friends had come.

"Look, tonight we’re going to enjoy a meal cooked by Ning Dad himself!" Su Qingcheng said with a giggle.

Shuang’er nodded in agreement: "I’ve had Master’s cooking before, it’s delicious!"

"Is that so? I’ll have to savor it today," Mu Wanqing said with her usual aloof demeanor, cracking a smile only when she looked at Ning Fan.

Above them, Lin Yuechan, Shen Bingying, Lin Xiaoling, and even Baldy Qiang, among others, all gathered in the villa.

The entire living room was filled with harmonious laughter, clinking glasses, and a lively atmosphere.

Ning Fan sat on a couch, a faint smile on his lips, watching his family and friends chat, his eyes filled with warmth.

There was a time when this was the life he dreamt of.

Family, friends, each person living their own beautiful life.

Himself living together with Xu Yourong, his parents reunited, the whole family enjoying the joy of being together.

"It’s ready, the food is all prepared."

Just then, Ning Potian came in with the last dish, calling everyone to the table for dinner.

Everyone sat around the big table, Ning Fan and Xu Yourong sitting together.

"Yourong, I never thought that one day we could sit together like this for a meal,"

Ning Fan held Xu Yourong’s hand, feeling the delicate warmth, his expression complex as he spoke.