The Top Omega Girlfriend of a Useless Alpha - Chapter 47

Seeing Song Feiyu’s discomfort, Gu Yi immediately stopped what she was doing.

“Shall I massage it for you?”

Her eyes were filled with genuine concern, a stark contrast to the cold gaze she had given Liu Zhuochen moments earlier—one reserved for a subordinate, the other for a lover.

Gu Yi felt a surge of satisfaction.

Soon, the spacious Captain’s seat was occupied by two figures. Gu Yi sat shamelessly on Song Feiyu’s lap, her eyes scanning the documents.

“All the latest models,” she remarked. “Looks like the Second Prince has high expectations of you.”

Having studied Flying Ship design, Gu Yi immediately recognized the advanced equipment.

“My command skills are still quite good,” Song Feiyu replied. She didn’t dare boast about other areas, but she knew her own strengths well.

Her fingers moved down to press on key acupoints on Song Feiyu’s calf, applying gentle, clockwise pressure to gradually release the tension.

The aching in Song Feiyu’s leg quickly subsided. Gu Yi squinted in pleasure, wondering how she had never noticed this hidden talent of Song Feiyu’s before.

That afternoon, Song Feiyu had to inspect the fleet.

Gu Yi, feeling lazy, decided not to accompany her. As Song Feiyu left, Gu Yi tugged at her collar, parting the deep black stand-up collar with a flick of her finger, and pressed a kiss to the side of Song Feiyu’s neck.

Having deliberately applied a fresh layer of lipstick before the kiss, the lip print left behind was strikingly vivid.

“Gu Yi?”

Song Feiyu was puzzled by Gu Yi’s actions, but Gu Yi simply straightened her collar meticulously, her dark eyes locking intently on Song Feiyu.

“I’m stamping my seal,” Gu Yi said. “Remember, don’t let anyone see it.”

With a light step, she turned and left, leaving Song Feiyu standing alone.

Song Feiyu froze for a moment, then covered her collar and chuckled softly.

They say Alphas are possessive, but none could compare to Gu Yi.

Gu Yi’s departure wasn’t just about avoiding work; she had a more pressing matter: confronting this so-called Liu Zhuochen.

Finding Liu Zhuochen’s office was surprisingly easy, especially given her status as Song Feiyu’s secretary. After just a few inquiries, she located the office and knocked.

“Come in,” a voice called from within.

Without waiting for further invitation, Gu Yi pushed the door open and entered.

Liu Zhuochen looked up and frowned instinctively at the sight of Gu Yi, clearly displeased.

“What are you doing here?”

“What, you’re not happy to see me?” Gu Yi asked, stepping closer, her hands clasped behind her back. She stared at the woman across the desk.

“I have nothing to say to Noble ladies like you,” Liu Zhuochen retorted.

Liu Zhuochen came from humble origins, yet this ordinary family had produced a top-tier Alpha. Her parents had scraped together every last penny to send her to the Flying Ship’s training academy.

After arriving, Liu Zhuochen discovered the harsh reality.

Reality was merciless, like a heavy mountain pressing down on her shoulders, suffocating her.

Her classmates, even her closest friends, were all from noble families.

They had already been assigned to fleets, leaving Liu Zhuochen utterly alone. Despite her outstanding academic record, she was relegated to a remote planetary outpost.

She was devastated.

But then, Song Feiyu called her aside.

Instructor Song spoke of the harsh conditions on the frontier, and how Liu Zhuochen’s exceptional grades qualified her for advanced studies at the Empire’s central command academy.

She handed Liu Zhuochen a thick stack of letters, explaining they were letters of recommendation. Liu Zhuochen could send whichever one she chose to the academy she wished to attend.

Instructor Song refused to let talent go to waste.

This casual gesture from Song Feiyu felt like a powerful hand pulling Liu Zhuochen out of the mire.

From that moment on, Liu Zhuochen vowed never to forget.

“Oh, so Song Feiyu is a noble too,” Gu Yiman remarked casually, testing the waters. Liu Zhuochen’s expression flickered through several changes, her composure crumbling.

She had unwittingly revealed her entire inner turmoil.

“I know what you’re thinking. You believe I coerced her, that I used my power to force her into submission.”

“You think Song Feiyu only submitted to me because she had no choice. That’s not the truth, but I don’t care to explain.”

“You only need to remember one thing: stay away from Song Feiyu.”

“She’s mine.”

The final sentence Gu Yi delivered was dripping with threat. If someone didn’t know her well, they might mistake her for an Alpha asserting dominance at first glance.

Liu Zhuochen gripped her pen tightly, unable to utter a single word.

Yes, her feelings are too obvious—so obvious that even this Omega could see through them at a glance.

“Say what you will. I only trust Instructor Song.”

With that, she lowered her head and resumed grading papers.

But the ink bleeding from her pen betrayed Liu Zhuochen’s true feelings.

Due to the nature of her profession, Song Feiyu spent most of her time in the dormitory, which spared her the awkwardness of facing Gu Xuanyu and Gu Xueze.

Gu Yi, who rarely stayed at the Gu Family estate anyway, naturally resided in the dormitory as well.

The dormitory for fleet captains was quite spacious, typically occupying an entire floor and equipped with comprehensive sports and entertainment facilities.

After completing her rounds, Song Feiyu waited for Gu Yi at the foot of the building. She watched as Gu Yi descended leisurely, her face radiating smug satisfaction, as if something wonderful had occurred.

Unable to resist, Song Feiyu stepped forward.

“What’s got you so pleased?”

Gu Yi glanced at Song Feiyu, a sudden surge of irritation rising within her. She resented Song Feiyu’s indiscriminate kindness toward everyone, like a central heating system. Yet, she knew that without this very warmth, she herself would have frozen to death long ago.

“Nothing much. Just chatting with your trainees,” Gu Yi replied, her eyes raking over Song Feiyu.

Sometimes, Gu Yi felt ashamed of her own twisted thoughts about Song Feiyu. The woman had done nothing, yet Gu Yi had already replayed scenarios in her mind hundreds of times.

Song Feiyu thought of Liu Zhuochen.

Then she recalled Gu Yi’s words in the office, and understanding dawned.

She took a step closer, the leather of her tall boots pressing against Gu Yi’s.

“Zhuo Chen just admires me a little. Once she understands, she’ll come around.”

Gu Yi watched her cheerful demeanor, and that suffocating feeling returned. She reached out and pinched Song Feiyu’s cheek, applying a little force.

“That’s just wishful thinking. She practically drools just looking at you.”

Song Feiyu pointed at herself. “Really? I don’t look particularly delicious.”

“Besides, Alpha pheromones repel each other.”

Gu Yi stepped closer, released her grip, and patted Song Feiyu’s cheek with the back of her hand.

“Song Feiyu, don’t you realize? Your looks must make you incredibly popular among Alphas.”

Song Feiyu possessed both the heroic aura of an Alpha and a gentle, scholarly air, making her appear warm and approachable.

It wasn’t just other Alphas who wanted her to be the submissive one. Even Gu Yi herself had often found it hard to resist.

“Is that so? Then she’s too late,” Song Feiyu nodded, no longer arguing.

In the past, many Alphas had secretly flirted with her. But the moment they learned her glands were damaged and she was a “useless Alpha,” they immediately turned away in disgust.

“An Alpha without glands? You’re just a Beta.”