Pregnant With the Villain Boss’ Baby - Chapter 31

“Aaaaah!” A shrill, piercing scream echoed through the entire studio.

Everyone who had been trying to stay out of the drama, along with newcomers just arriving on set, flocked toward the source of the commotion. There, they were greeted by the sight of a “Yellow Person.” After hearing Yun Mu’s comment, several people burst into laughter.

“What on earth happened?”

“Uh… maybe it’s some kind of unique, unconventional hobby.”

“For real? The hobbies in high society are truly hard to comprehend.”

The manager finally snapped out of her shock. Hearing the whispers, her face turned as black as charcoal. Suppressing her intense nausea and ignoring the risk of being splattered with filth, she squelched her way into the room.

She hauled up Gu Mi’er, who had stopped screaming and now looked utterly dazed.

“Cough… hack…!” As the manager moved her, Gu Mi’er began to cough. Yun Mu could swear that from her angle, she saw what Gu Mi’er coughed up. It was… well, better left unsaid.

The manager, showing some quick thinking, took off her long coat and draped it over Gu Mi’er. Since she was much taller than the girl, the coat managed to cover Gu Mi’er’s head and almost her entire upper body.

“Yun Mu, this matter is far from over!” the manager snarled, clutching the girl as they exited the room. She glared at Yun Mu with icy rage.

Youying stepped forward, shielding Yun Mu and watching the manager warily. She looked ready to act if the woman tried to drag Yun Mu into the mess out of spite; if the manager even entertained the thought, Youying wouldn’t mind using the woman’s face to mop the floor.

Sensing the murderous glint in Youying’s eyes, the manager flinched. She had plenty of vindictive ideas, but the primal fear Youying inspired made her hesitate. Still, she didn’t want to back down—no matter how you looked at it, they were the “victims” here!

“My apologies, Miss Manager, but we were standing at least two steps away from Miss Gu. Even if we reached out, we couldn’t have touched her. Why are you trying to argue with us? Besides, you were the one closest to her just now. How is this our fault?” Yun Mu placed a hand on Youying’s shoulder, gently nudging her aside to speak.

“You—!” The manager glared. She was fiercely loyal to the Gu family; how could she have done such a thing? Yet she couldn’t refute Yun Mu’s logic. She wasn’t blind; given where everyone was standing, it was physically impossible for them to have laid a hand on Gu Mi’er. Then why did the girl fly face-first into the room? It was bizarre. The manager was certain these people were responsible, but she had zero evidence.

“You should probably take your mistress to get cleaned up instead of standing here for everyone to gawk at, don’t you think?” Luo Ling finally stepped in, pushing up her glasses and speaking sternly.

With a dark look that seemed to memorize every face in the crowd, the manager hurried away with Gu Mi’er. The onlookers quickly parted to give them a wide berth—no one wanted to risk a single drop of that “substance” touching them.

Once they were gone, Yun Mu clapped her hands with a bright smile. “Alright, everyone, back to work! We don’t want Director Peng to lose his temper.”

At her word, the crowd slowly dispersed. Once the area was clear, Yun Mu turned to Luo Ling. “Let’s go. Didn’t you say you secured another dressing room?”

“Mmhmm… follow me.”

They followed Luo Ling around a corner to a new dressing room. It was about the same size as the old one, and the clothes and makeup were already prepared. It seemed Luo Ling had been arranging this long before Yun Mu even arrived.

“Haaa, I’m so tired.” Yun Mu slumped into a chair and let out a long yawn.

“I don’t know, you seemed pretty refreshed while you were roasting them,” Luo Ling said, rolling her eyes as she poured Yun Mu a glass of water. “I honestly thought if Gu Mi’er’s temper were any shorter, she would have tried to punch you.”

“She wouldn’t have succeeded. I would have flattened her first,” Youying said flatly, sitting down beside Yun Mu. Her tone was so serious that no one could possibly think she was joking.

Luo Ling: You’re an Alpha talking about pummeling an Omega. Is that even allowed?

Giving the two “troublemakers” a speechless look, Luo Ling bowed her head to message the standby makeup artist. “Anyway,” she said, looking up, “did you two really not do anything to Gu Mi’er? I can’t wrap my head around how that happened otherwise.”

Maybe some elites did have weird fetishes, but they usually hid them. Gu Mi’er’s “hunger” to get into that room looked like a medical condition. Was it a desperate attempt to clear her own name? The cost seemed way too high; the odds of that being the reason were near zero.

“I’m just a fragile Omega. What could I have possibly done?” Yun Mu said, spreading her hands innocently.

Sure, ‘fragile,’ but your tongue is a lethal weapon, Luo Ling thought, rolling her eyes. She glanced at Youying, but the woman was ignoring her entirely. Luo Ling rubbed her nose; she had her suspicions, but she kept them to herself. “Well, at least Director Peng didn’t come out. That would have been more trouble.”

“Actually, you’re wrong,” Yun Mu said, wagging a finger with narrowed eyes. “There’s no way Director Peng didn’t know. He just knew it wasn’t his place to intervene. If he’d shown up, Gu Mi’er would have pressured him to take her side as the head of the production. By staying away, he let us handle it ourselves, gave Gu Mi’er a silent warning to stop her nonsense, and kept his own hands clean. He’s a true veteran of the industry.”

Luo Ling: If Director Peng heard you psychoanalyzing him like that, he’d probably want to hit you.

“Whatever. I’m going to check outside. The makeup artist will be here soon, so get into your costume,” Luo Ling said. Being in the same room as Yun Mu was giving her a headache. She couldn’t understand how Wenwen could worship this “black-hearted” woman as a goddess.

“Bring me some snacks while you’re at it,” Yun Mu added shamelessly.

Luo Ling’s hand paused on the doorknob before she slammed it shut. Not just thick-skinned, but a glutton too!

With Luo Ling gone, the room fell silent. Yun Mu glanced at Youying but said nothing. She stood up to head to the changing area, but Youying caught her wrist.

“Don’t you have anything you want to ask me?” Youying asked, her expression full of nervous hesitation—a far cry from the icy, lethal aura she had directed at Gu Mi’er.

Ever since entering the room, Youying had been uneasy. She was afraid Yun Mu would think she was meddling too much, or that causing such a scene for Gu Mi’er would negatively affect Yun Mu’s career.

“What do you want me to ask?” Yun Mu arched an eyebrow. She then placed a hand on Youying’s shoulder and said solemnly, “I only have one thing to say to you.”

“Mm…?” Youying looked at her tentatively.

Seeing Youying’s guarded expression, Yun Mu’s face grew even more serious. Then, she raised her hand and—SMACK—brought it down on Youying’s back before bursting into laughter.

“Great job!”

“…Huh?” Youying blinked, looking utterly lost. Yun Mu found this version of Youying much cuter than the “cold soldier” persona—she looked like a dorky, confused big dog. She couldn’t help but reach up and pat Youying’s head. Mmm, the texture is nice. Just like my kid’s!

Youying froze. Feeling the small hand being so “presumptuous” on her head, she wanted to be annoyed, but given who it was, she couldn’t bring herself to be. Her lips pressed into a thin line beneath her mask, and she silently lowered her head to give Yun Mu a better angle.

Holy crap, how can this Alpha be this cute? Yun Mu thought. Where did that sharp, indifferent aura go? She gave a dry cough and withdrew her hand. Youying’s submissiveness made her feel a bit guilty for continuing.

“Ahem… anyway, it’s about time. I need to change.” Yun Mu hurried into the changing area.

Behind the curtain, Youying sat in silence for a moment before she finally couldn’t help but reach up and touch the top of her own head, reminiscing about the sensation. She then looked at her own hand with a look of disappointment—it didn’t feel the same when she did it herself. Not happy.

When Luo Ling returned with the makeup artist, she found Youying staring at her own hand with a mix of conflict and dissatisfaction. I was gone for less than ten minutes. What on earth happened in here?

“She’s changing,” Youying said, snapping her hand back into her pocket as she stood up. Her voice returned to its flat, indifferent tone.

“Oh.”

“I’m stepping out for a bit.” Without waiting for a reaction, Youying strode out of the room so fast it was as if something were chasing her.

Luo Ling touched her own face. Am I that scary? No, impossible. Youying was usually fine around her. She glanced at the makeup artist. Must be her fault.

The Makeup Artist: ??? Why am I catching strays!

Youying walked to a secluded corner and, after ensuring no one was watching, activated her comms. A flood of messages popped up, most of them from someone with a golden retriever head icon.

[Sis, you’re online! Come play!]

[The crew is heading to the training room, you in?]

[Hey! Sis! I can’t find you in the Cloud World lately, what are you doing?!]

Youying didn’t even blink, deleting them all like junk mail. She then typed a single message:

[I want all the data I asked for regarding the meeting on my desk within three days.]

Ding-ding-ding! The other side immediately exploded with a flurry of messages, but Youying didn’t even look. She shut off her notifications and deactivated her screen.

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