Pregnant With the Villain Boss’ Baby - Chapter 13

Yun Mu stood before the familiar company building, staring at Youying with a completely deadpan expression.

“How did you know my agency was here?”

At the question, Youying’s body stiffened. The eyes behind the mask met Yun Mu’s gaze, and for a split second, a flash of guilt flickered there—so fast it could have been a hallucination.

Clearing her throat, Youying steadied her voice and said tonelessly, “Someone told me.”

What’s the difference between ‘someone told me’ and ‘I looked it up’? Yun Mu rolled her eyes. She was now certain this person’s background was anything but simple.

From what she’d observed, the woman meant no harm, but the future was unpredictable. She needed to keep observing—at the very least, she had to figure out why this woman was approaching her. Until then, she didn’t mind having Youying close; observing someone in the light was better than having them stalk you from the shadows.

“Fine,” Yun Mu said slowly. “Let’s go in.”

“Okay.”

The girls at the front desk all recognized Yun Mu’s virtual “skin.” In fact, whenever Yun Mu changed her avatar, Luo Ling would send the details to the desk to ensure she was never locked out or ignored.

Last time, the staff’s quick eyes had saved her from a mob. This time, there were no screaming fans, yet everyone in the lobby stood with their mouths hanging open.

Yun Mu ignored the stares, gave a nod to the receptionist, and signaled Youying toward the teleportation array. The moment the woman and the fox vanished, the lobby exploded into a cacophony of gossip.

“That… that was Film Queen Yun, right?! I’m not seeing things!”

“Why was she being carried by an Alpha? Could it be…”

“Don’t say it! My heart is already in pieces. If you say those words, I’ll fight you!”

“Aaaah, my Cloud Fox! I want to hold her like that too!”

Upstairs, Yun Mu didn’t care about the wailing below. She was currently facing Luo Ling’s “death stare.”

Luo Ling was currently petting Tong Wenwen, feeding her snacks while the girl sat comfortably in her lap in rabbit form. Wenwen was sprawled out, exposing her plump, pinkish belly, waiting for the next treat with her mouth open.

Seeing Wenwen so satisfied, a trace of a smile had touched Luo Ling’s eyes—until she looked up and locked eyes with Youying, who was still cradling Yun Mu.

Luo Ling: ? ? ! ! !

Youying: ……

As for Tong Wenwen? In her heart, Yun Mu was a sacred goddess meant to be admired from afar. Seeing her being “harassed” by this strange masked Alpha, her fur exploded in rage.

She leaped from Luo Ling’s lap and lunged toward Youying, screaming, “You bastard! How dare you hold my goddess? Put her down this instant! Do you think you’re worthy?! I’ll bite you to death!”

Unfortunately, she overestimated her own agility. Her back leg caught in a sofa crevice, and she turned into a white puffball that went tumbling across the floor, head-butting the sofa arm. She ended up sprawled on the cushions, seeing stars.

Luo Ling: ……

Youying: ……

Yun Mu (covering her face): This is so embarrassing. How did I end up with such a silly assistant?

“Wenwen, are you okay?” Despite the embarrassment in front of a strange Alpha, Luo Ling rushed over to check for bumps on the rabbit’s head.

“I’m fine,” Wenwen muffled, burying her face into Luo Ling’s stomach and pointing her tail outward in a clear gesture of rejection toward Youying.

Meanwhile, Youying had already carried Yun Mu over and sat down on the sofa. Luo Ling narrowed her eyes, her gaze scanning Youying like a radar. Even without a face to look at, the woman’s aura and posture suggested she was no ordinary person. Why was she with Yun Mu? Could this be…

Sensing Luo Ling’s thoughts taking a weird turn, Yun Mu cut in, “She’s a bodyguard. You can call her Youying.”

“A bodyguard?” Luo Ling’s tone was thick with skepticism. She pushed up her glasses. “Miss… Youying, is it? Are you truly Yun Mu’s bodyguard?”

“…Yes.” Youying’s grip on the fox tightened slightly as she spoke in a low, flat voice.

“We haven’t exactly been looking to hire a bodyguard for her,” Luo Ling said diplomatically.

The moment she stopped speaking, Youying’s aura shifted. It became razor-sharp, and the gaze she leveled at Luo Ling was cold enough to draw frost. Luo Ling nearly lost control of her own pheromones in a defensive reflex.

The feeling vanished as quickly as it came. Luo Ling hid her wariness behind her glasses. She glanced at Yun Mu and Wenwen; neither had noticed the exchange. The warning was meant for her alone.

Was that killing intent? Luo Ling had friends in the military; she knew that aura. But to suppress and release it with such precision was a rare skill. This woman wasn’t just mysterious—she was dangerous.

“You can let go now,” Yun Mu said, wriggling out of Youying’s arms and moving to the other end of the sofa. She deactivated her bracelet and reverted to her human form.

“Haaa… I’m exhausted…” Yun Mu sprawled out lazily. She didn’t notice that the moment she became human, Youying’s head turned slightly, her eyes flashing behind the mask.

“Exhausted from what? The work hasn’t even started,” Luo Ling noted.

“Mental exhaustion is still exhaustion!” Yun Mu huffed.

“My goddess is always right! Sister Yun, let me massage your shoulders.” Tong Wenwen hopped out of Luo Ling’s lap and ran to Yun Mu’s feet, her rabbit face wearing a look of total adoration.

“Hmm… is that so?” Yun Mu looked down, trailing a slender finger in circles on Wenwen’s soft white belly. Her voice was low and playful, making Wenwen sway as if she were about to faint from bliss.

“Wenwen, I…” Luo Ling started, annoyed that Wenwen had never offered her a massage. But Wenwen cut her off sharply.

“Luo-Luo! Go get Sister Yun some coffee! I need to let her enjoy my professional massage techniques!”

Luo Ling: …My heart is actually breaking.

Yun Mu felt a cold sweat. Wenwen, you really don’t know how to hide your bias, do you? Seeing Luo Ling’s storm-cloud expression, she reached out to tap Wenwen’s head. “Alright, then you—”

Before she could finish, a sudden force pulled her back. She tumbled backward into a soft, firm pair of arms.

The lounge went dead silent. Tong Wenwen stood there with her mouth agape; Luo Ling’s eyes widened. Yun Mu turned her head slightly and saw the white mask inches from her own face. She could feel the woman’s warm breath.

Yun Mu looked at the hand still resting on her arm. There was no doubt the force had come from Youying.

“What are you doing?” Yun Mu asked, arching an eyebrow.

“I… can massage you,” Youying said, enunciating each word carefully.

“…Huh?”

“I said, I can—”

“Hey, hey!” Tong Wenwen hopped over. “Miss, have you ever heard the phrase ‘Alphas and Omegas should keep their distance’?”

Youying looked down. She didn’t answer, but her cold, indifferent gaze spoke volumes, making the words die in Wenwen’s throat. The rabbit’s fur puffed out in a defensive reflex.

“Forget it. No massages. I’m fine,” Yun Mu said, rubbing her temples. Not a single one of them is helping my headache.

“It’s about time to start. Let’s move,” Luo Ling said, checking her watch and taking the opportunity to change the subject. “The car is ready in the parking lot.”

“Let’s go then.” Yun Mu stood up and walked toward the exit. Youying followed immediately, taking a position exactly two steps behind her right shoulder.

Luo Ling sighed in relief; at least that distance wouldn’t cause a scandal. Tong Wenwen, however, was fuming. That’s my spot! This Alpha is the worst!

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