The Crematorium of the Top Omega Chasing After Alpha - Chapter 34.2

Ming Rui led Song Song and Song Qingpei away from the dining room, and the atmosphere in the garden immediately became much more relaxed.

Song Song was quickly captivated by the flowers and plants in the garden, happily running around.

Watching her back, Ming Rui smiled and said to Song Qingpei: “Song Song is such a lovely child.””

Song Qingpei nodded, looking at Ming Rui gratefully: “Thank you for helping defuse the situation earlier.”

Ming Rui waved her hand dismissively: “Don’t take it to heart. Yao Qianrou is just a shrew who can’t hold her own in decent company. Don’t take her words seriously.”

Song Qingpei looked somewhat puzzled: “But she is Ming Yu’s mother after all. How could she be like this?”

Ming Rui sighed and explained softly, “The Ming family’s environment is very complicated. Ming Yuanze that is, Ming Yu’s father was quite a playboy in his youth. Yao Qianrou, who was once the other woman, used her schemes to marry into the Ming family. Because of her own status and position, she constantly manipulated my cousin, pressuring her to strive for success and bring her honor. I also heard from Grandma that she once went out gambling and left my six-year-old cousin alone at home, nearly causing her to die in a fire.”

Song Qingpei listened, her heart racing with shock. She never imagined Ming Yu had such a past.

“Actually, my cousin has had a really tough life, carrying so much burden since she was young.” As Ming Rui spoke, she couldn’t help but glance at Song Qingpei and added, “But don’t worry, even though my cousin seems cold on the surface, she’s a good person. Back when my mother cut ties with the Ming family for that man, only to later realize she’d trusted the wrong person and had to get a divorce, my grandmother and uncle both urged her to abandon me and refused to let me take the Ming surname. It was my cousin who pleaded with Grandma on my behalf, and she finally agreed.”

“My cousin is truly kind. If you’re with her, she’ll definitely treat you well.”

“No, no, you’ve misunderstood,” Song Qingpei hurriedly explained. “We’re not together anymore. Now, we’re justtaking care of Song Song together.”

“Ah?” Ming Rui was stunned.

If they’re not even together and she’s still this protective, it seems my cousin has really fallen hard this time!

Meanwhile, under the pretext of caring about Ming Yu’s health, Old Lady Ming took her to Dr. Gong’s laboratory.

The moment Ming Yu heard they were going to Dr. Gong’s, her brows furrowed deeply, her face filled with resistance.

She stood at the laboratory door, hesitating, as if countless memories she didn’t want to face lay hidden behind it.

“Grandmother, I really don’t need any more check-ups.”

But Old Lady Ming remained unmoved, her tone carrying an undeniable authority. “Ming Yu, you are the heir of the Ming family. Your physical and mental condition affects the fate of our entire clan. Dr. Gong is an expert in this field. You must undergo the examination.”

Ming Yu’s lips moved slightly, but her grandmother’s decisions had never allowed for rebuttal, especially when it concerned the future of the Ming family. In the end, she could only nod silently.

As she entered the laboratory, Dr. Gong was already waiting there.

Dressed in a white lab coat, a mask covering most of her face, only her cold, gleaming eyes behind silver-rimmed glasses were visible.

Seeing Ming Yu enter, she spoke with a hint of familiarity, “General Ming, we meet again.”

Ming Yu’s gaze lingered on Dr. Gong’s face for a moment before shifting away, as if looking at her for too long made her uncomfortable.

She did not respond to Dr. Gong’s greeting, standing coldly as the lab assistants connected various instruments to her body.

The moment the devices activated, Ming Yu’s body trembled slightly.

Her mind was instantly flooded with countless memories she didn’t want to recall painful, oppressive scenes that had nearly driven her to collapse.

It was as if she had returned to her childhood. Because her innate mental strength was inferior to that of an Alpha, her grandmother, determined to make her stronger, had sought out Dr. Gong to train her. At any cost, she had undergone countless brutal sessions.

She remembered the cold instruments connected to her body, the countless electric currents surging through her, bringing waves of excruciating pain. She remembered crying and begging for mercy countless times, but Dr. Gong would always watch coldly, even repeating those words at her most vulnerable moments: “Worthless, the weak don’t deserve to live.”

Those words were like a sharp knife, stabbing into her heart again and again, making it hard to breathe.

She had once thought she had forgotten all that pain, but now, as the instruments reconnected to her body, those memories surged back like a tidal wave, nearly drowning her.

Ming Yu’s breathing grew rapid, fine beads of sweat forming on her forehead, her knuckles turning white from clenching.

Dr. Gong stood nearby, quietly observing her reactions, a faint, cruel smile still playing on her lips.

“General Ming, relax a little. This is just a routine check.”

Ming Yu’s lips trembled slightly as her consciousness gradually blurred, as if being pulled into a bottomless dream.

In the dream, Dr. Gong’s voice echoed once more: “Tell me, what is most important to you now?”

Ming Yu’s brow furrowed as images of Song Qingpei and her daughter surfaced in her mind.

A complex mix of emotions welled up in her heart warmth, yet an indescribable conflict and resistance.

” I don’t know,” her voice sounded unusually weak in the dream.

Dr. Gong’s voice came again, laced with guidance: “Do you really not know? Or are you afraid to admit it? Tell me, what is it you truly want most right now?”

Ming Yu’s body trembled as memories of her amnesiac period flashed through her mind.

Back then, she was free from the constraints of her family, free from the heavy burdens of responsibility, with only Song Qingpei and Song Song by her side. That time had been the most relaxed and liberated period of her life.

“I want to have a home.”

Ming Yu’s voice grew softer, but halfway through, she suddenly reacted violently, “No that’s not it. I want to become a marshal, to restore the glory of the Ming family. That is my lifelong duty and goal.”

A slight smile tugged at the corner of Dr. Gong’s lips, a flicker of triumph in her eyes.

She knew that deep within, Ming Yu had already begun to waver.

But this wavering wasn’t yet enough to challenge the ideological imprint.

After confirming Ming Yu’s current mental state, Dr. Gong finally disconnected the instruments.

Seeing Dr. Gong remove the equipment, the Dowager Ming asked, “Dr. Gong, what are the results of the examination?”

Dr. Gong smiled faintly, her tone confident: “Rest assured, Madam, it’s not a serious issue. General Ming’s subconscious has started to resist the control of the ideological imprint, but fortunately, we caught it in time. All we need to do is further deepen the imprint.”

The Dowager Ming frowned, a trace of worry flashing in her eyes: “The ideological imprint, won’t she discover it?”

Dr. Gong’s smile grew even more assured: “Don’t worry. General Ming was only ten when the ideological imprint was implanted. Her self-awareness was still very weak at the time. She won’t notice.”

Only then did the Dowager Ming breathe a sigh of relief.

Back then, in her efforts to cultivate an outstanding heir for the Ming family, she had tried every method. But Ming Yu’s nature was gentle and clingy, so she had resorted to implanting the ideological imprint.

[You must become strong and restore the Ming family’s glory.]

While subjecting Ming Yu to rigorous training, she also bestowed rare affection upon her, shaping Ming Yu into who she is today both formidable and deeply grateful, controlled like a puppet.

Yet, no one could have anticipated that Ming Yu would suffer a severe head injury in an accident, causing issues with her ideological imprint. After losing her memory, she temporarily reverted to her true nature, encountered Song Qingpei, became pregnant, and gave birth to a daughter. Fortunately, she was eventually found and brought back. Just when it seemed everything would return to its original course, something unexpected happened.

Grandmother Ming, who had placed high hopes on Ming Yu, was naturally unwilling to see her plans nearly ruined. She said to Dr. Gong, “Ming Yu is the future of the Ming family. Nothing and no one must be allowed to affect her.”

Dr. Gong nodded in agreement. “Understood. I will continue to deepen the effect of the ideological imprint to ensure that reviving the Ming family remains Ming Yu’s sole purpose in life, unwavering in the face of anyone.”

Only then did Grandmother Ming nod in satisfaction.

Dr. Gong put the device back on and immediately began to intensify the effects of the thought imprint.

“Ming Yu, remember, the weak do not deserve to live.”

“You must be strong; showing weakness is shameful.”

“Reviving the Ming family is the sole purpose of your life. Nothing and no one should make you compromise.”

Under the powerful influence of the thought imprint, Ming Yu closed her eyes, allowing those icy words to invade her mind like a sharp blade.

Her consciousness slowly descended into the abyss.

She heard the teachings from when she was ten years old, playing on a loop: “Worthless, the weak do not deserve to live.”

When Ming Yu woke up, the bitter taste of sedatives still lingered on her lips.

Her face was pale, and her eyes betrayed a hint of exhaustion.

Dr. Gong stood nearby, his face still wearing that faint smile, his voice calm.

“General Ming, the examination results are all normal.”

Ming Yu said nothing, silently sitting up and trying to free herself from the annoying instruments.

Grandmother Ming approached, her probing gaze quickly sweeping over Ming Yu’s face before turning into a look of affectionate concern. “Ming Yu, how are you feeling?”

“I’m fine,” Ming Yu replied, forcing herself to stand.

Grandmother Ming looked at her, eager to test the effects of the thought imprint. She probed, “Ming Yu, Grandma is doing this for your own good. You must cut ties with Song Qingpei.”

Ming Yu remained silent, pressing her throbbing temples.

For some reason, she desperately wanted to see Song Qingpei and her daughter at that moment, as if only they could fill the emptiness inside her.

And so she acted on it, rising without a word and walking away, even losing the usual respect she showed her grandmother.

Seeing this, Grandmother Ming suppressed her anger. “Ming Yu! Stop right there!”

“Grandma, I understand.”

Ming Yu paused but did not turn back, striding out of the room.

Her footsteps echoed in the laboratory, each step like treading on a taut string, carrying a suppressed rhythm.

When Ming Yu hurried back, she did not find Song Qingpei or her daughter, and a trace of impatience flickered in her eyes.

In the hall, Yao Qianrou saw Ming Yu return, her face filled with dissatisfaction and accusation.

“Ming Yu, what exactly is going on between you and that Song Qingpei?” Yao Qianrou’s voice was sharp and grating.

Ming Yu’s gaze swept coldly over Yao Qianrou. “My affairs are none of your business.”

Yao Qianrou was infuriated by her attitude, her face instantly turning ashen, her voice rising an octave. “What kind of attitude is this? I am your mother! If I don’t care about you, who will? Have your wings hardened so much that you won’t even listen to me now?”

Ming Yu’s tone carried a hint of mockery. “Mother? Are you worthy?”

Yao Qianrou was left speechless by Ming Yu’s words, her face alternating between green and pale.

Her finger trembled as she pointed at Ming Yu. “You, how dare you speak to me like this! Ming Yuanze, look at your daughter! What has she become?”

Ming Yuanze frowned, his tone tinged with helplessness. “Ming Yu, your mother means well. You are the heir of the Ming family now; every action you take affects the family’s reputation. A woman like Song Qingpei is simply not worthy of you. You should cut ties with her as soon as possible to avoid affecting your future.”

“Enough,” Ming Yu interrupted him bluntly. “Tell me, where have Qingpei and Song Song gone?”

Seeing both Liu Qianrou and her brother at a disadvantage, and noticing Ming Yu’s impatient demeanor, Ming Yuandai quickly stepped forward and said, “Ming Yu, Miss Song and Song Song are in the garden. Why don’t you go find them?”

Ming Yu nodded without another word, turned, and headed toward the garden.

In the garden, Song Song was crouched in front of a flowerbed, gently stroking the petals with her small hands, a look of innocent delight on her face.

Ming Rui stood nearby, smiling as she watched, occasionally teasing the little girl.

Song Qingpei stood a short distance away, her gaze tenderly fixed on Song Song, a faint smile gracing her lips.

Ming Yu paused briefly at the garden entrance, her eyes lingering on Song Qingpei for a moment before she walked over and said, “It’s getting late. We should head back.”

Hearing her voice, Ming Rui turned around, a hint of surprise on her face. “Cousin, why are you out so soon? What about Dr. Gong.”

Ming Yu didn’t answer, only giving her a cold, warning glance.

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