The Crematorium of the Top Omega Chasing After Alpha - Chapter 16.1

Song Qingpei brought Song Song up to the second floor, but after playing for a short while, Song Song stopped.

She tilted her head, her eyebrows furrowed like two twisted little earthworms, her face showing a worry that didn’t match her age.

“Song Song, what’s wrong? Isn’t it fun?”

Song Song shook her head and lifted her little face. “Mommy, do you really hate Mama?”

Song Qingpei instinctively denied it. “Mommy doesn’t.”

“No lying! Lying doesn’t make a good child or a good parent!”

Song Qingpei choked back her words.

She hadn’t wanted her adult relationships to affect her daughter’s upbringing, but after spending this time together, she realized that pretending everything was fine with Ming Yu was simply unrealistic. Moreover, Song Song was highly sensitive to emotions, and her deliberate concealment seemed to have backfired.

Perhaps she shouldn’t have hidden it from the start.

Seeing her hanging her head in silence, Song Song tugged at her sleeve, blinking her big eyes nervously. “Mommy, say something. Don’t scare Song Song.”

Looking into her daughter’s understanding eyes, Song Qingpei felt a pang of guilt.

Gritting her teeth, she told the truth: “Song Song, Mommy doesn’t like your Mama, but that doesn’t change how much we both love you.”

Song Song didn’t understand. “Why don’t you like Mama?”

Faced with her daughter’s confusion, Song Qingpei found it hard to explain clearly. But she didn’t want to brush it off again. After a moment’s hesitation, she tried to simplify their conflict so her daughter could grasp it.

“Because she wronged Mommy, refused to apologize, and has a bad temper. She’s the kind of person who knows she’s wrong but won’t change. That’s why Mommy doesn’t like her.” After saying this, Song Qingpei added, “Song Song, don’t be like that, okay?”

“Mm-hmm, Song Song is a good kid who admits her mistakes and corrects them.”

Song Song nodded seriously, then tilted her head again, looking troubled. “So if Mama apologizes, will you like her then?”

“Song Song, it’s not that simple.”

Song Qingpei looked distressed, unsure how to communicate this properly.

Just then, a knock at the door interrupted them.

Butler Su’s voice came from outside. “Miss Song, it’s time for the young miss to attend her lessons.”

Hearing about lessons, Song Song’s face scrunched up like a bitter melon. “Wahh~ I don’t want to go to class! Mommy, Song Song doesn’t want to go~”

“No, you must go to class when it’s time.”

Song Qingpei firmly rejected the little one’s whining, went over to open the door, and handed Song Song over to Butler Su.

Butler Su took Song Song but looked at Song Qingpei with a complicated expression, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

Song Qingpei felt uncomfortable under her probing gaze and spoke bluntly, “Butler Su, if you have something to say, please say it directly.”

Hearing this, Butler Su finally spoke. “Miss Song, because of the argument with you this morning, the General went to the military headquarters without eating breakfast. You might not know, but the General has a sensitive stomach.”

“I know. So what?”

As Song Qingpei interrupted with a hint of anger, Butler Su looked at her in surprise.

No one knew that when she first found Ming Yu, the woman was covered in injuries, hovering on the brink of death. She had gone to great lengths just to coax her to eat.

Thinking back on it now, she only felt a chill. Did she still have to worry about her General’s feelings?

Wasn’t that just adding insult to injury? There was no reason in the world for such a thing.

Realizing her lapse in composure, Song Qingpei took a deep breath to calm herself and said, “Steward Su, whether she eats or not is her own business. It has nothing to do with me. You should go find Ming Yu.”

Steward Su, adept at reading expressions, sensed her anger and quickly dropped the subject. “My apologies, Miss Song. I overstepped. I’ll take Little Miss to her class now.”

“Bye, Mommy!” Sangsang waved with a pout, and Song Qingpei forced a smile as she watched them leave.

Her expression darkened abruptly. It seemed she wouldn’t be able to stay here much longer.

Returning to her room, Song Qingpei opened a job-search app, intending to find work first. But this was Lanxing, and with her qualifications, finding a job wouldn’t be easy.

She was an orphan. After being adopted by her foster mother, she had drifted through the stars, lacking legal status in the Star Alliance. Later, by a twist of fate, she saved Ming Yu. After they had a child, she wanted to provide a stable environment for them and managed to obtain legal status on a fringe planet, along with a junior mechanic certification.

She filled out her job application information and aimlessly sent it to numerous companies. However, due to her low-level mechanic certification, all her applications seemed to vanish without a trace, quickly fading into silence.

This was disheartening, so she could only continue casting a wide net with her resume.

Unexpectedly, a mecha research and development company called Blue Sea contacted her proactively, enthusiastically inviting her for an interview.

Since none of her other applications had yielded results, Song Qingpei decided to give it a try and check it out.

But only upon arrival did she realize that Blue Sea was actually quite renowned, specializing in repairing the highest-grade combat mechas. She sighed inwardly surely, HR had made a mistake by inviting her for an interview.

Another wasted trip.

To her surprise, the receptionist greeted her warmly. “Song Qingpei, right? Here for the mecha mechanic position? Please follow me.”

As a low-grade A with minimal psychic energy, how could she possibly repair mechas?

Fully aware of her limitations, Song Qingpei waved her hands repeatedly. “No, no, there’s been a mistake. I’m just a low-grade A with only a junior mechanic certification. I’m not qualified to be a combat mecha mechanic. I’m sorry for the trouble.”

Dejected, she apologized and turned to leave.

“Wait.”

A pleasant female voice suddenly called out to her.

Surprised, Song Qingpei turned to see an elegant woman in a white suit walking toward her, holding a resume and looking at her. “You’re Song Qingpei, here to apply for the mecha mechanic position, correct?”

Song Qingpei froze for a moment before instinctively asking, “And you are?”

The woman smiled, her eyes fixed on her. “I’m Murong Ruixue, head of the Mecha Maintenance Department at Blue Sea.”

Murong Ruixue?

Song Qingpei was taken aback, completely unaware why such an important person would stop her.

She hurriedly explained, “Um, there’s been a misunderstanding. My psychic energy is very weak.”

Murong Ruixue firmly interrupted her. “No, Miss Song, you are exceptional.”

But Song Qingpei, with her clear self-awareness, couldn’t bring herself to believe it and candidly replied, “You’re truly mistaken. I only have a junior mechanic certification. There’s no way I could handle combat mecha repairs.”

“Nothing is impossible. Please trust my professional judgment.”

Murong Ruixue extended her slender, pale fingers to gently stroke her wavy brown hair, flashing a charming, radiant smile at her.

Song Qingpei looked stunned. “But my test results showed I’m an inferior A…”

“That must be an error with the testing equipment.”

Song Qingpei: “…”

She felt something was off, but couldn’t quite pinpoint what exactly was wrong.

Not wanting to dwell on the topic any longer, she politely excused herself. “Sorry to bother you, but I really can’t do it. I should get going.”

It wasn’t until she reached the elevator that Murong Ruixue leisurely spoke up, “Miss Song, why be so hard on yourself? Believe me, with enough effort, you can definitely become a qualified advanced mecha technician.”

Song Qingpei froze in her tracks, her steps halting involuntarily.

She turned to look at Murong Ruixue, momentarily unable to decipher her intentions.

Murong Ruixue smiled warmly at her. “Miss Song, even if you’re labeled as an ‘inferior A,’ your spiritual power can still be incredibly strong. Why not give yourself a chance?”

Song Qingpei gazed at her in disbelief. “Really?”

“Of course,” Murong Ruixue replied with confidence.

Song Qingpei hesitated for a few seconds.

Murong Ruixue chuckled. “Miss Song, what’s there to hesitate about? You have nothing to lose. Why not give yourself a chance?”

In the end, her intense desire for success made Song Qingpei nod. “I’m willing to give it a try.”

“Excellent.” Murong Ruixue’s smile widened. “Let’s start by running a spiritual power test.”

“Alright.”

Song Qingpei followed her into the elevator, which ascended to the top floor.

They entered a tightly sealed silver-gray metal door, behind which lay an enormous space resembling a small laboratory.

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