Inferior A After Having a Baby with the Top Boss 82

Chapter 82: Treasure

“Tick-tock—”

The moment she saw their faces clearly, a huge wave of complex emotions—joy, hope, astonishment, and grief—washed over Ming Fei.

She stared at the two women, her heart squeezed by the rising tide, swelling with a bittersweet ache. Before any sound could escape her throat, tears welled up in her eyes.

Because it was too obvious, too similar.

She didn’t need to guess; she recognized them instantly.

The woman on the left, wearing a white dress, slightly shorter, had almond eyes like a hazy rain, her gaze incredibly gentle.

“My precious daughters.”

“By the time you see this recording, all traces of us should have been erased. We are so sorry, as your mothers, we haven’t fulfilled our duties, but…” At this point, her eyes reddened. “But no matter what happens, please believe—we will always love you deeply.”

The connection of blood caused Ming Fei’s tears to fall.

She cried harder and harder, but stubbornly stared at the two women, wanting to engrave their appearances in her heart.

Xu Zhou, who was also watching this holographic recording, patted Ming Fei’s shoulder, silently comforting her.

As the woman’s eyes reddened, the woman on the right, wearing a shirt of the same color, glanced at her for a few seconds, and their hands, touching, gradually intertwined.

She had a naturally cold expression, but a slight smile revealed two dimples. As she introduced herself, the frost in her eyes melted away.

“I am your mother, Yu Qingyan.”

The woman beside her smiled: “And I am your Mama, Yan Nanzhi.”

After Yan Nanzhi finished speaking, she raised her hand and wrote their names with particle light, saying seriously, “The Empire will erase all traces of us. My precious daughters, these are our names. Although we have failed as mothers, we still hope you can remember our names.”

Tears streamed down Ming Fei’s cheeks, her lips trembling.

Yan Nanzhi’s gaze was filled with reluctance: “Now, Mama will tell you two secrets, and this is also the reason why we tried our best to leave this recording.”

“The Ole Empire regards differentiation as a divine gift. To consolidate their rule, the Empire’s rulers divide the citizens into different groups and levels. After regarding betas as the eliminated ones in natural evolution, they also deprived omegas of their freedom, turning them into subordinate tools for alphas.”

Yan Nanzhi and Yu Qingyan exchanged a look: “Your mother and I are both members of the Mehertaer faction, which opposes the Kerry Declaration. In the research institute, we ostensibly studied pheromone differentiation, but in reality, we were secretly researching artificial incubation chamber technology.”

At this point, Yu Qingyan continued for her partner: “After successfully developing it, we discovered the Ole Empire’s secret.”

“The Empire has always claimed that the ultimate evolution of humanity is the highest level alpha. But the Empire discovered many years ago that there is another race in the universe, a race with very powerful mental power, capable of annihilating boulders, mountains, powering mechs, starships, and even materializing corresponding spiritual bodies.”

“Yes.” Yan Nanzhi’s expression changed slightly. “Since then, the Empire’s royal family has been instructing the government to conduct… secret experiments, trying to manipulate all citizens to evolve in this direction.”

“But all the experiments failed.”

Yan Nanzhi continued, “The rulers used the lives of their citizens to fill their greedy desires, and in the end, they even started trying gene fusion, fusing the genes of different levels of alphas, omegas, and betas with… some apex predators.”

She closed her eyes, as if unable to bear it, and after a brief silence, opened them again and said, “It was precisely because we discovered this secret that the Empire issued the extermination order.”

Ming Fei’s heart trembled. She knew that the Ole Empire had already become severely distorted, but she hadn’t expected the internal decay to be this extensive.

The rulers wore magnificent robes, and their followers offered loyalty and faith, but upon lifting the veil, one would discover that beneath the finery were deadly parasites feeding on that faith.

Yu Qingyan held Yan Nanzhi’s hand tightly and looked at them through the void: “Besides this, we discovered in the Empire’s secret experiments that there are space-time turbulences in the universe. It is because of these turbulences that a member of the race with mental power once transmigrated to the Ole Empire and left traces of their mental power.”

“According to the researcher’s notes, the space-time turbulences are not accidental, but more like… an inexplicable inevitability.” Yu Qingyan shook her head. “In the turbulence, inevitability is chance, and chance is inevitability.”

“That race member who left traces of their mental power disappeared completely with another person two years later, and the Empire searched for them for decades.”

“…As for more…”

They wanted to say more, but their expressions suddenly changed, and they said in unison,

“—There’s no time.”

“—There’s no time.”

They looked at each other again, their fingers intertwined. Yu Qingyan wiped away Yan Nanzhi’s tears, and they turned back together, as if looking at them through the long years.

Looking at the only remaining traces of their reluctance, memories, and concern.

Yan Nanzhi’s eyes were filled with tears. She said softly, “My precious daughters, goodbye. I have so much to say to my babies, but—”

Suddenly, the sound cut off.

When Ming Fei opened her eyes again, the surroundings had returned to the study, the images in the starlight like a fleeting dream.

But she clearly knew it wasn’t a dream, everything was real. She had truly seen her mothers, and although it was only for five short minutes, it still brought tears to her eyes, shattering the stars within them.

So—

She hadn’t been abandoned.

She also had mothers who loved her deeply.

As tears blurred her vision, Xu Zhou, who had already watched the recording once alone, pulled out a tissue and wiped away Ming Fei’s tears.

“Xiao Fei.”

Ming Fei’s voice was hoarse: “…Jiejie, I’ll be fine in a moment. Don’t worry, I’m actually very happy.”

Hearing this, Xu Zhou didn’t say anything, just looked at her younger sister intently, then stood up and walked to the French window, giving her time to compose herself.

At the same time, she opened her terminal and, through the robot butler’s surveillance, saw Ming Zaozao happily playing on the swing in the back garden.

It wasn’t until ten minutes later that Ming Fei spoke again.

“Jiejie.”

Xu Zhou turned around: “Mm?”

Ming Fei, having composed herself, walked to Xu Zhou’s side and asked, “Besides this recording, did… Mama and Mother leave anything else behind?”

“Yes.”

Xu Zhou took out a box from another black safe. Even if Ming Fei hadn’t asked, she had planned to take it out and examine it together after the recording.

“It’s a white pill, hidden inside a crystal in the bracelet.”

After opening the box, a strange fragrance wafted out. Ming Fei looked at the pure white pill with confusion. Lost in thought, she accidentally knocked over a vase next to her as she leaned closer.

A crisp shattering sound rang out.

Ming Fei subconsciously reached for the broken pieces, and as her fingertips touched a shard, she was pricked by a thorn and quickly withdrew her hand. Xu Zhou immediately put down the box, told her not to touch the shards again, and strode out to get the first aid kit.

When Xu Zhou found the first aid kit in the living room, she happened to run into Xue Xun and Zhu Yiqiao, who were visiting.

The three greeted each other.

But when they returned to the study—

The now twenty-five-year-old Ming Fei, 183 centimeters tall, had somehow shrunk significantly. She was wearing ill-fitting clothes, sitting on the chair, her face filled with bewilderment.

Seeing the three of them enter, Ming Fei, only 162 centimeters tall, her memory stopping at the end of her thirteenth year, abandoned for the third time, and abandoned by her only friend, quickly stood up.

The corners of her eyes were still tinged with red from crying, her eyes filled with unfamiliarity, her voice carrying a hint of timidity and vigilance.

“…Who are you?”

Xu Zhou froze.

Xue Xun’s eyes widened.

And Zhu Yiqiao, usually calm and collected, was also stunned for five seconds, but she was still the first to react. She softened her usually unapproachable demeanor, walked to little Ming Fei, who was shorter than her, and said in a voice only the two of them could hear,

“I am—”

She originally wanted to say that she was One Raccoon Hill, but as her thoughts raced, she suddenly remembered what Ming Fei had said that drunken night.

“You’re Kitten!”

“Kitten, don’t go.”

…

So, she softened her voice, and before little Ming Fei could ask again, she whispered in her ear,

“I’m… Kitten.”

The raccoon cat guarding the Tree of Mystical Jade.