The Top Omega Girlfriend of a Useless Alpha - Chapter 91

Amidst the Imperial Court Intrigue, the guards’ wisest course of action was to remain still. With Pervy’s mental breakdown, Song Feiyu found herself with unexpected leisure.

This suited her nature perfectly. She preferred not to meddle unless absolutely necessary, rarely stepping forward to devise strategies.

That was the responsibility of the Second Prince’s think tank. Otherwise, what was the point of paying them exorbitant salaries—just to feed pigs?

Song Feiyu had other matters to attend to.

“Our training academy sent graduation invitations. The students I’ve been mentoring are graduating.”

Song Feiyu handed Gu Yi the yellow graduation invitation. Gu Yi had only mentored a few batches of students and felt little emotional attachment to the occasion.

But Song Feiyu was different.

Having mentored these students for several years, she had grown fond of them.

“Then let’s go,” Gu Yi said, rising to her feet and selecting a well-fitted uniform.

She gazed at the black instructor’s cap and decisively placed it on her head, instantly towering over Song Feiyu.

“This instructor’s cap is so thick and heavy. It’s uncomfortable,” Song Feiyu complained, reaching out to remove it. But Gu Yi gripped the brim firmly, raising an eyebrow at Song Feiyu.

“Does this make me taller than you?”

Song Feiyu paused, then remembered Gu Yi’s fondness for being in a higher position, whether on the table or in bed.

“But my vision hasn’t changed.”

Song Feiyu reached out and supported Gu Yi’s waist.

As an Omega, Gu Yi possessed a naturally slender physique, making her effortlessly light to lift.

Yet beneath her delicate frame lay formidable strength. Gu Yi’s ability to pilot the Obsidian Mecha and sever Sisfen’s insectoid leg in a single strike demonstrated her exceptional dynamic vision and combat prowess.

Gu Yi felt the tip of her shoe press against Song Feiyu’s leather shoe, her heel unable to fully land on Song Feiyu’s instep due to the supporting hand on her waist.

Song Feiyu finally looked up, her dark eyes shimmering with amusement.

“Now you’re truly taller.”

Gu Yi lowered her gaze. She had seen Song Feiyu from this angle countless times, yet it never grew tiresome. Each view felt fresh and new.

Realizing this position made kissing awkward, Gu Yi reluctantly brushed her crimson lips against the tip of Song Feiyu’s nose.

“Before you leave, shouldn’t you buy some Sun Flowers for your students?”

This was an Imperial tradition. Whether at prestigious liberal arts universities or military academies training Flying Ship pilots, professors typically presented each graduating student with a single Sun Flower. Exceptional students received bouquets. Some generous professors even awarded Imperial Gold Coins as bonuses.

The Empire deeply valued the master-disciple relationship, a tradition that had remained unchanged for millennia.

“Go ahead,” Song Feiyu nodded. After all, the Flying Ship journey wouldn’t take long, and the flowers would still be fresh.

With graduation season approaching, Sun Flowers were being snatched up at every florist. Song Feiyu planned to buy several thousand directly from the base, ensuring everyone could receive a bouquet.

However, she didn’t have many Imperial Gold Coins, so she needed to exchange some at the Imperial Bank. Most of these coins were ancient, having ceased production a century ago.

While contacting the flower nursery staff, Song Feiyu instructed her driver to head to the Imperial Bank.

“Are you short on Gold Coins?” Gu Yi asked, lying with her head in Song Feiyu’s lap. Her long, black hair spread across Song Feiyu’s legs like a soft blanket, resembling a languid black cat.

Song Feiyu gently stroked her hair, one hand moving in rhythmic strokes.

“Yes.”

Gu Yi was about to speak when Song Feiyu pressed a cold finger against her lips.

“Don’t you dare look down on me for being poor.”

Well, this one dares to silence me now.

Gu Yi’s eyes narrowed slightly, like a leopard perched on a tree branch, regarding an intruder into its territory with hostility. She opened her mouth, revealing porcelain-white teeth, and bit down without hesitation. Song Feiyu frowned and withdrew her finger.

“I’m not looking down on you for being poor. When have I ever been that kind of person?”

Gu Yi sat up and looked at Song Feiyu.

“No, I was just afraid you’d laugh at me.”

Song Feiyu leaned closer, bringing their faces close enough to touch. That was just her nature. If it were someone she didn’t care about, she wouldn’t mind if they called her a beggar.

But when it came to someone she cared about, even if something was true, she didn’t want to hear them say it.

“You can take it from my account. When my mother died, she left me 100,000 Imperial Gold Coins.”

Gu Yi closed her eyes and lay back down on Song Feiyu’s lap. Her legs were strong and warm, making them the perfect pillow—utterly addictive.

And with just a turn of her head, she could press her nose against Song Feiyu’s abdomen and inhale the faint scent of lavender.

It was like resting her head on a lavender-filled pillow wrapped in soft cotton—the ultimate sleep aid.

Gu Yi was utterly infatuated with this floral fragrance.

If Song Feiyu had actually switched to that damned mint, she might have genuinely gotten angry. Top-tier pheromones were exceptionally effective at calming Heat.

But…

They lacked the lingering warmth and tenderness of lavender.

This warm, comforting feeling was something Mint could never match.

Song Feiyu was stunned by the sheer amount of the inheritance. Imperial Gold Coins were incredibly valuable, their collector’s value far exceeding the worth of the Sun Flower gold they contained.

“I thought your mother was just a minor noble,” Song Feiyu said, “but she was actually a wealthy heiress.”

Gu Yi didn’t argue, remaining silent for a moment before explaining, “My mother’s family runs an interstellar shipping business. She never truly loved my father. He forcibly marked her at a banquet that night…”

Gu Yi’s mother had never lacked suitors—handsome, wealthy, and powerful men had all pursued her. However, while her family was rich, their social status was low. They had even purchased their noble title. This was why the Gu Family, with their overwhelming power, had been able to manipulate them.

Sensing that further discussion would only upset her fiancée, Song Feiyu quickly changed the subject. She cupped Gu Yi’s face in her hands, gave it a playful squeeze, and grinned mischievously.

“So, you’re a little heiress now.”

Gu Yi looked up at her, understanding that Song Feiyu was trying to distract her, to pull her away from the painful memories.

Song Feiyu smiled faintly, letting her thoughts be diverted.

“Yes, you’re a pretty boy.”

Song Feiyu didn’t take offense. She lowered her head and asked in a low voice, “What kind of service do you desire today?”

“If I please you, Lord, would you be willing to give me a few extra Imperial Gold Coins?”

Gu Yi gazed into Song Feiyu’s eyes, recalling something amusing.

“You said it yourself.”

She leaned forward, pressing close and whispering, “I bought some clothes. You can wear them.”

Song Feiyu: ……

Unpleasant memories flooded her mind. She remembered the last outfit she’d worn, her pupils trembling slightly.

But she couldn’t keep running away forever. Besides, she was about to take over twenty Imperial Gold Coins from Gu Yi today, and she felt a twinge of guilt.

“Fine,” she agreed. “But only one outfit per day.”

If Gu Yi kept trying to make her wear different things, Song Feiyu felt she might as well find a hole to bury herself in. She couldn’t even get used to wearing Noble gowns; how could she possibly endure those bizarre outfits?