The Top Omega Girlfriend of a Useless Alpha - Chapter 38

When Song Feiyu stepped out of the car, her neck was covered in suspicious red marks. She walked with a wobbly gait, her awkward attempts to stand straight making her look almost comical.

Gu Yi, on the other hand, radiated vitality. True to her nature, she bounced back to her usual energetic self the moment her wounds healed, as if she had never endured such harrowing ordeals.

Gu Yi noticed Song Feiyu’s disheveled collar as they exited the car. She reached out to straighten it.

“What are you thinking now?” Song Feiyu whispered close to Gu Yi’s ear.

“Thinking about what?” Gu Yi asked, momentarily confused.

“About the Second Prince. No matter what you choose, I’ll stand by you.”

“Let’s just go with it for now. What else can we do?” Gu Yi murmured back, her lips brushing Song Feiyu’s ear. After all, they were only in the initial stages of negotiation; whether she would actually choose the Second Prince was another matter entirely.

Gu Xuanyu spotted his daughter and Song Feiyu, that inferior Alpha, canoodling the moment he stepped outside. Fury surged through him.

If Gu Yi hadn’t insisted on following that woman to the front lines, none of this would have happened. Thank goodness… thank goodness the rescue flying ship found them.

Otherwise, Gu Xuanyu didn’t know how he would have borne the grief of losing his daughter.

“Dad,” Gu Yi greeted him with a hint of coldness as she finally noticed her father. Gu Xuanyu, who had wanted to say so much, found the words stuck in his throat, unable to speak.

“Mr. Gu, we’ll go rest now,” Song Feiyu said with a nod to Gu Xuanyu, taking Gu Yi’s wrist and leading her into the house.

Ji Ham shook his head with a helpless smile. The Third Miss remained unchanged, even after surviving such a near-death experience. Unlike other young ladies who would cling to their father’s embrace and shower him with affection upon returning, she merely offered him a cold, distant glance.

“Master, let’s go back too,” Ji Ham urged, noticing Gu Xuanyu’s prolonged hesitation.

Suddenly, he noticed the cane Gu Xuanyu was leaning on trembling violently.

“Master? What’s wrong?” Ji Ham asked, puzzled.

“He’s infuriating me! Infuriating me!” Gu Xuanyu glared at Song Feiyu’s retreating figure, finding fault with every aspect of her. The sight felt like his own daughter had run off with some good-for-nothing, yellow-haired hooligan.

“Captain Song is a good person,” Ji Ham said, trying to soothe his master. Having served Gu Xuanyu for years, he understood the meaning behind that piercing gaze.

“Good person? If she truly loved Yi Yi, she wouldn’t have made her use Artificial Pheromone!”

“If she truly loved her, they shouldn’t be together! She lacks the ability to mark her!”

The thought of his daughter spending the rest of her life relying on Artificial Pheromone to endure her Heat chilled Gu Xuanyu to the core.

“A’Yue would blame me…”

“When she died, I vowed to find the best husband for our daughter. Instead, I’ve ended up with a substandard Alpha…”

The Second Prince’s reply arrived swiftly. In this age of advanced communication, only paper remained untraceable, making it the preferred medium for transmitting the nobility’s confidential documents.

Song Feiyu’s jade-like fingers held the letter as she handed it to Gu Yi, who was lying on the mattress.

“A reply,” Song Feiyu murmured softly.

She lay down beside Gu Yi and watched as she slowly unfolded the letter.

Inside was an invitation to a ball, exquisitely packaged with gilded edges.

“He’s inviting both of us,” Gu Yi remarked, glancing at the invitation before tossing it onto the bedside table, her interest clearly waning.

Her attention was far more focused on Song Feiyu.

Gu Yi cupped Song Feiyu’s face in her hands, her expression earnest.

Song Feiyu detected no particularly strong jasmine scent, reassuring her that Gu Yi’s condition remained stable. She blinked in mild confusion.

“Do you need soothing today too?” she asked.

When Gu Yi remained silent, Song Feiyu’s mind naturally drifted to the wrong conclusion. She wrapped her arms around Gu Yi’s waist and patted her gently, as if comforting a sulking kitten.

“Gu Yi, anything done too frequently is bad for you. You need to consider your health.”

Gu Yi’s waist was remarkably slender, reminiscent of a wild leopard in a documentary—gracefully curved yet coiled with latent power.

Song Feiyu wasn’t like the typical young ladies of noble families, lacking any muscle tone. On the contrary, she was quite strong.

Several times, Song Feiyu had nearly reached her limit.

“I’d like to, but you… you can’t handle it.”

Gu Yi paused, gazing at Song Feiyu with a hidden smile in her eyes, like a breeze rippling through a jasmine grove.

Gu Yi pressed her palm against Song Feiyu’s shoulder.

“You already had to use medicated patches yesterday. If you overexert yourself again today and fall apart, it’ll break my heart.”

Song Feiyu closed her eyes in embarrassment.

“Gu Yi, my injuries have barely healed…” she protested weakly, knowing Gu Yi was right. That’s why she kept her eyes shut, unable to meet Gu Yi’s deep, dark gaze.

“I understand,” Gu Yi nodded, but her hands didn’t stop moving.

Song Feiyu opened her eyes, looking at Gu Yi with confusion.

“Then what are you doing?”

As she spoke, she resembled a little lamb, tilting her head with a puzzled expression.

Utterly adorable.

So different from the typical Alpha.

“Measuring your dimensions, of course. How else would I know what kind of dress to have made for you for the ball later?”

Realizing she had misunderstood, Song Feiyu nodded sheepishly, her cheeks flushing.

“Go ahead and measure,” Song Feiyu said, closing her eyes. Yet inwardly, she remained wary of Gu Yi, that little rabbit. How could Gu Yi possibly measure properly?

Gu Yi’s fingertips brushed against Song Feiyu’s skin, seemingly by accident.

Song Feiyu opened her eyes again.

“How can you measure accurately without a ruler?” she asked diplomatically.

In truth, she couldn’t bear the ticklish sensation and the subtle teasing. If her glands hadn’t been defective, she would likely have entered Heat long ago.

“You’re right. I should find a ruler.”

Gu Yi stepped barefoot onto the carpet and rummaged around for a while. To Song Feiyu’s surprise, she actually found a measuring tape.

Song Feiyu was astonished. Why does Gu Yi even keep a measuring tape in the bedroom?

When Gu Yi returned with the tape, she noticed Song Feiyu’s surprised expression and smiled.

“I’ve been preparing this for you all along.”

Most noble attire is custom-made, so Gu Yi rarely wears the same styles as others—unless a designer plagiarizes her designs.

Gu Yi unrolled the soft measuring tape and carefully measured Song Feiyu’s collarbone and shoulder blades, inch by inch.

Ball gowns are particularly unique. Because dancing involves wide, sweeping movements, the fabrics used are typically lightweight and flowing, rather than stiff or rigid.

By the time she finished all the preparations, it was already very late.

The ball was set to begin the next day, and Song Feiyu was about to collapse into bed when Gu Yi suddenly grabbed her hand.

“Wait, there’s one last thing.”

Gu Yi measured Song Feiyu’s fingers with a ruler, nodded in satisfaction, and put the measuring tape away.

“Are you planning to have gloves made?” Song Feiyu asked with a smile, opening her eyes to look at Gu Yi.

After hours of measurements, Gu Yi now knew all of Song Feiyu’s dimensions by heart.

And now, she was even measuring her fingers.

“Something like that,” Gu Yi replied, her tone hinting at deeper meaning, but she didn’t elaborate further.