Pregnant With the Villain Boss’ Baby - Chapter 29

Watching Youying stride toward her with that unmistakable, commanding presence, Yun Mu felt a flash of surprise. She could see a distinct look of heartache and protective concern in Youying’s eyes—a realization that made her heart skip a beat.

“What’s wrong? Are you actually hurt?” Seeing Yun Mu staring blankly without responding, Youying grew even more anxious.

“Ah? No… I’m fine. I didn’t go in. It was Wenwen who got caught in the trap,” Yun Mu said, rubbing her nose. She felt her face heating up for no reason and quickly shook the feeling off. She took a deep breath to steady her emotions and offered a reassuring smile.

“Is that so?” Youying’s gaze fell upon the disgusting room. Her brow furrowed deeply beneath her mask, and her hand instinctively moved to Yun Mu’s shoulder, checking her over for any stray splatters.

“Yeah. Don’t worry. Wenwen was the first one in, and everyone else stopped once they saw what happened,” Yun Mu said helplessly.

“Mm.” Youying’s voice was low and dangerous. Her eagle-like gaze swept across the room. She didn’t flinch at the stench or the filth, but her eyes fixed on the four large characters painted on the wall. Her fists clenched with a series of audible cracks, showing just how much force she was using.

“Calm down, calm down. It’s just a few words; they don’t actually hurt,” Yun Mu said. She looked at Youying’s height and realized she couldn’t comfortably pat the woman’s head—and it felt a bit inappropriate anyway, as Youying wasn’t her daughter. She settled for a comforting pat on the back to signal her to relax.

In Luo Ling’s eyes, this interaction looked incredibly strange. She looked from one to the other—was it just her imagination, or were these two getting along too well? Yun Mu was never this easygoing, and…

Luo Ling’s gaze shifted to Yun Mu’s shoulder. Youying’s hand was still resting there, and Yun Mu hadn’t brushed it off. Usually, the “Film Queen” would have exploded by now. Could this be ‘affection growing over time’?

“Yun Mu!”

“Sister Yun!”

Before long, Feng Cen and Lin Mi rushed over. When they saw the state of the dressing room, their expressions turned grim.

“This is… that…” Lin Mi bit her lip, not finishing her sentence. She tried to lean in for a better look, but Yun Mu pulled her back.

“Hey, Lin Mi, stay back. It’s still dripping from the top. Don’t get hit like Wenwen did.”

“Wuu… Sister Yun, this is… this is too much!” Lin Mi looked at the disaster, her face flushed with anger. “Is it… is it…?”

Before Lin Mi could finish, Yun Mu’s index finger gently tapped her lips, silencing her.

“Little Mi, you know that ‘trouble comes from the mouth.’ I’ll handle this. Don’t get involved; don’t make your manager worry.” Yun Mu nodded toward Wang Danyan, who was standing nearby.

“I…” Lin Mi looked back at Danyan, then at Yun Mu, looking conflicted.

“Alright, look, I’m fine, right? Go back and change.” Yun Mu patted Lin Mi’s head. She knew Lin Mi already had a bad history with “that person,” and she didn’t want the girl to become a target by standing too close to her. She gently pushed Lin Mi toward Danyan’s arms.

The two managers nodded to each other. Yun Mu could see the apology in Danyan’s eyes, but she didn’t mind. She wasn’t afraid, and since the attack was aimed at her, it was only natural for others to stay safe. She didn’t want Lin Mi dragged into this mud.

Only after Lin Mi left did Yun Mu turn her attention back to the scene.

“…Yun Mu…” Another voice sounded. Yun Mu paused and looked at Feng Cen. Right… there’s still this one…

Feng Cen was a portrait of guilt and fury. Yun Mu half-expected the usually gentle Film Emperor to snap and go hunt down the culprit for an explanation. Seeing everyone so much more agitated than she was as the actual victim gave Yun Mu a headache.

(Luo Ling: They’re having a normal reaction; you’re the abnormal one!)

“It’s fine, Feng Cen. But I have to say… we both know why this is happening. I think it would be best if we kept a proper distance for a while,” Yun Mu sighed.

She knew her words were hurtful, but she really didn’t want this kind of drama surrounding her constantly.

Feng Cen felt a sharp pang in his chest. He lowered his head in silence for a moment before looking at the ruined room. “…Fine… I’m sorry. I failed to keep things under control.”

He couldn’t understand it. The girl he remembered from childhood was sweet and kind; how had she grown up to be like this? He realized he truly needed a serious talk with both sets of parents before someone actually got hurt.

Yun Mu opened her mouth but decided against saying anything more. She just nodded, watching Feng Cen’s dejected figure walk away.

“Was I too harsh?” Yun Mu asked Youying.

“Not at all. His ability to handle pressure is just too weak,” Youying said, glancing coldly at Feng Cen’s retreating back with zero sympathy.

She could see that while Feng Cen was pursuing Yun Mu, Yun Mu was being very clear about her boundaries. Alphas were allowed to be persistent, but letting an Omega suffer like this was the Alpha’s failure.

In Youying’s mind, both the Alpha and the mastermind behind this mess needed a thorough beating. The kind of beating that left them too terrified to even think of a scheme again.

Ugh… the murderous aura from this one is just as bad… Yun Mu rubbed her temples. None of them are easy.

“Oh my, what on earth happened here?”

Right on cue, Gu Mi’er arrived with her manager, her expression one of exaggerated shock, as if she had no idea what was going on. But Gu Mi’er’s acting was only slightly better than a novice’s. Everyone present was either a veteran actor or a professional “scene-watcher”—they saw right through her theatrical performance.

“Ah, Miss Gu. My dressing room seems to have a… ‘leak.’ I can’t use it anymore,” Yun Mu said, her eyes tracing over Gu Mi’er and her manager with clear intent. “It’s such a shame for the crew. I heard people rarely use the bathroom in the Cloud World; whoever did this must have worked quite hard to ‘gather’ all this.”

Several people in the crowd muffled snickers. Whispers began to rise, loud enough for those nearby to hear.

“Wow, I didn’t think anyone had it in them.”

“Maybe they have diarrhea? Or a prolapsed rectum? Hahaha.”

“You don’t get it; it takes a team effort to gather this much ‘material’ for such a result.”

Gu Mi’er’s face turned several shades of red and green. She felt the weight of the crowd’s gaze and realized they had already made up their minds. She turned and glared at her iron-faced manager before forcing a smile at Yun Mu.

“How tragic,” Gu Mi’er said, walking toward the door. She didn’t hide her disgust, covering her nose and mouth. “Sister Yun, there are plenty of dressing rooms. You shouldn’t insist on this one. If you go in there, no one will want to get near you—the smell is just too foul. I thought I smelled something ‘off’ when I joined this set; I guess this was it.”

She backed away, looking at everyone standing near the door as if they were already contaminated by the stench.

“Is that so? No one else has mentioned a smell until now. Perhaps Miss Gu is just sensitive,” Yun Mu said with a smile. “You know, sometimes that’s a symptom of a psychological issue. You really should see a doctor.”

She’s basically calling me crazy! Gu Mi’er’s face twisted. She had seen Feng Cen talking intimately with Yun Mu from afar, and her jealousy had boiled over. She hadn’t intended to come over, but after Feng Cen left, she couldn’t resist a bit of mockery.

But this bitch was too sharp-tongued. Every insult just bounced off her, while Gu Mi’er was the one getting angry.

Her eyes landed on the writing on the wall, and she backed up with a fake gasp. “Sister Yun, those words…”

“Mmm? Do you think the handwriting is flawed, too?” Yun Mu interrupted, looking at Gu Mi’er as if she’d found a kindred spirit. “I think the stroke pressure is good, but the spacing is terrible. Look at the word ‘Die’—it’s only half the size of the others. The person who did this was clearly lazy. Such an obvious flaw, and they didn’t even bother to fix it.”

Gu Mi’er choked on her next sentence. Who wants to discuss ‘flaws’ with you?! Or the size of the font!

“I was wondering if Sister Yun has offended someone?” Gu Mi’er finally managed to say her planned line, clutching her skirt and looking around fearfully, as if someone were about to jump out with a knife.

“Miss Gu, I’ve always considered myself quite well-behaved. I don’t have any major enemies. It’s probably just a distasteful prank by a child,” Yun Mu said, brushing her hair back.

It’s not a prank! It’s a warning! The veins on Gu Mi’er’s forehead were practically dancing.

“Oh? I thought it might be someone from the real world looking for revenge. Since Sister Yun is so… beautiful… it’s inevitable that in reality, you might have some…” Gu Mi’er left the rest of the sentence trailing, leaving plenty of room for nasty assumptions.

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