Chapter 1308: The Disappearance of Yang Qing

Meanwhile, Chen Hong and the two others rarely stepped out of the virtual world.

Yang Qing's sleeping time grew longer and longer.

Yet they, thanks to the use of the latest technology, still maintained vigorous vitality.

Humanity's craving for longevity technology was far stronger than Yang Qing had imagined.

The weather in Kent remained pleasant and sunny.

But the mood of the three was not beautiful.

Chen Hong and the two others sat in the living room, waiting for the investigation results of Yang Fan and the others.

Yang Fan entered the living room with a nervous feeling.

A suppressed sound came.

"Have you found Yang Qing's whereabouts?"

Yang Fan shook his head guiltily.

"No, we searched everywhere—sky, ground, sea—and found not a trace."

"My father must have already begun plotting."

"Otherwise he wouldn't have cloned a fake body as a disguise."

"We don't even know when he left."

"This time, we can hardly do anything."

Chen Hong and the two others felt a wave of dejection.

"That bastard!"

Faced with Yang Qing's firm choice, they were powerless.

This sense of helplessness made them panic.

Although they had long been mentally prepared, when this day arrived, it still caused them unbearable heartache.

She had spent her whole life torn between love and no love.

In the end, it was still a heart-wrenching reluctance.

He suddenly burst into her life, then wanted to leave just as suddenly.

Regardless, they could either endure it or not.

Qin Huairu's life was something she stole; everything came from that rainy day.

Perhaps that is also why Yang Qing never really cherished him.

Logically, she should not have deep feelings for Yang Qing.

But the truth is, her love for him is the deepest.

Because Yang Qing had long conquered her in body and mind.

She had long been Yang Qing's captive.

Faced with Yang Qing's resolve.

She did not show excessive agitation.

In her heart, she had already arranged everything for herself.

She was bound to follow his steps closely.

Chen Xueru had been peacefully enjoying everything.

In this life she was happy.

Regarding Yang Qing's choice, she neither understood nor wanted to understand.

She accepted it calmly.

She also enjoyed the present.

She did not have Chen Hong's raging anger, nor Qin Huairu's heartbreak and decisiveness; she still held many extravagant hopes for life.

She hoped Yang Qing would be well, and accompany her well in enjoying life's beauty.

Yang Qing's departure was her greatest regret.

This regret was like a lone swallow returning home in spring, solitary and alone.

Although it made her feel miserable, it could not erase her longing for spring.

Superhuman Plan?

What kind of existence is that?

She wanted to see its emergence.

If Yang Qing were still here, she would start anew with him.

If Yang Qing abandoned her, she would go find him on that day.

She would accuse him of his foolishness.

Tell him to cherish life, to cherish them.

The living room was quiet and somewhat oppressive, with only suppressed breathing left.

Yang Fan didn't know how to comfort them.

The stubborn old coot always caused him trouble.

A wave of sadness came; for some reason, Yang Fan's nose felt a bit sore.

Others giving Yang Qing longevity might have ulterior motives.

But he truly was reluctant to let go.

Time seemed to be flowing backward, and the bits and pieces of his life began to surface.

The old man had endured countless hardships, whereas he had suffered none.

His life had been arranged to be perfectly complete.

There was no father-son rivalry, no father-son scheming—only just the right balance.

He allowed no chance for father-son estrangement; the vast Yang Family, he said, could let go whenever he wished.

You should know that back then he was still only in his fifties.

He still had plenty of time.

Compared to other families, who are over a hundred years old and still cling to power, the Yang Family's approach is simply outstanding.

Such a father, he showed little father-son affection toward him, even seeming somewhat aloof.

But his place in his heart is immensely heavy.

Great love is formless.

His father, Yang Qing, toward family, friends, country, nation, and people, deserves those four characters.

But he seems not to love himself much.

What exactly is he trying to express?

Does he want to tell them the dangers of immortality, or the importance of metabolism?

The Yang Family now numbers tens of thousands.

Will he despair over these people?

Because unnoticed, the Yang Family has become a cloud overshadowing the whole human world.

Describing the current Yang Family as 'too big to fail' is most fitting.

They are still here, still able to sway the Yang Family.

If another hundred years pass, what will the Yang Family become?

Will it become a world parasite? Yang Fan doesn't know, but the odds are very high.

Yang Fan had thought a lot.

He seemed to understand Yang Qing.

Yang Nuolan also walked into the living room then.

She hadn't lived in such an old-style villa for a long time.

Society develops too fast, and buildings become obsolete just as quickly.

The construction technology of the Extraterrestrial Base plays an important role not only in outer space.

The construction industry on Lanxing also changes because of these technologies.

New buildings are not only inexpensive and safe, but the entire structure is alive.

It breathes, it actively reduces noise, blocks radiation, it can keep warm in winter and cool in summer, and it automatically regulates humidity…

Its many advantages leave these old houses no room to survive.

Her appearance broke the stagnant atmosphere.

Yang Fan saw her and immediately pushed her beside Chen Hong.

Chen Hong, seeing her old granddaughter, tugged at her lovingly.

"How did you come? You're not looking after the child?"

"There's nothing going on here; just check it online."

Yang Nuolan squeezed in beside the three grandmothers.

"Lately I've recalled some memories."

"It's the old man's doing."

"Now you say he ran off, so I hurried over."

"I checked the family records and found Yunxiao."

"I also learned he was researching the digitization of human consciousness and the technology to turn Intelligent Body into humans."

"Moreover, based on the data from the Yun Xiao Machine Room, I guess the old man has been using the Yunxiao Machine Room."

"Perhaps we can catch him via the Yunxiao Machine Room."

"Actually, I've long had the idea of digitizing the old man."

"This could be an opportunity."

Yang Fan jumped in fright.

"Don't—your grandfather ran off, and we don't even know what's happening with the Yunxiao Machine Room."

"If we go to block people at the Yunxiao Machine Room, aren't we cutting off your grandfather's only link to us?"

"Besides, we already forced your grandfather once; doing it again, what state of mind would he be in?"

"Well, let's wait until we're in touch with your grandfather before we discuss this."

"Also, you shouldn't seek revenge on your grandfather just because he sealed your memory."

"And since things are fine now, don't stir up trouble."

"Yunxiao is not the original Yunxiao."