Pregnant With the Villain Boss’ Baby - Chapter 7

Lu Fengxu: the Empire’s youngest Major General and an exceedingly rare SS-rank Alpha.

Whether it was her stunning features, her absolute martial prowess, or her list of military achievements, she was a figure of universal acclaim. Her only “flaw” was her lack of facial expression—not that it deterred her fans. Her popularity rivaled that of the Empire’s top A-list celebrities.

But right now, the Great General’s heart was pounding with uncharacteristic trepidation. She hesitated for a moment before peeling back the corner of the file on her lap.

Taking a shallow breath, she finally flipped it open. The document was…

A Paternity Test.

As she read the results, Lu Fengxu’s eyes narrowed. She looked up and asked, “Does anyone else know about this?”

“Relax. I performed the test myself,” Mo Fei replied, shooting her a sharp look. She seemed annoyed that after all their years of working together, Lu Fengxu would still doubt her discretion.

“Keep this a secret for me.” Lu Fengxu didn’t look back at Mo Fei. Instead, she carefully tucked the document away as if it were a fragile treasure.

“I have no interest in your personal life. Just make sure you keep your end of our bargain,” Mo Fei said. A flash of gloom and deep-seated pain flickered in her eyes—emotions one wouldn’t expect to see in a woman who usually operated like a cold machine.

“I know,” Lu Fengxu nodded.

“Then I’m leaving.” Mo Fei didn’t waste another word. As she turned toward the door, out of Lu Fengxu’s line of sight, she clenched her small fists. Her mind flashed back to the glimpse she’d caught earlier—she was sure she had seen her shadow.

She isn’t dead. She has to be alive.

******

Lu Fengxu set the paternity test down on the table next to the other file she had been reading.

If Yun Mu were here, she would have screamed “stalker.” Every move the mother and daughter had made since arriving on this planet was chronicled in this report—complete with photos and a level of detail that left nothing to the imagination.

Closing her eyes, Lu Fengxu leaned back into the sofa, her fingers gently pressing against her temples while the others tapped rhythmically against her thigh.

Her thoughts drifted back to that night five years ago. She had been drugged with a potent aphrodisiac. In her blurred, feverish state, she had grabbed a passing Omega server and dragged them into her room.

At the time, she had intended to compensate the Omega afterward. But when she woke up, the person was gone. The room looked like it had been ransacked.

The only thing left behind were the small drops of red against the white bedsheets—a sight that had been incredibly jarring.

Lu Fengxu lifted her hand, staring at her fingers. She could still vividly remember the dried streaks of blood that had remained on her fingertips that morning.

Her mind was a whirlwind of memories: the tangled intimacy, the initial frantic, uncoordinated struggle, and finally, how she had forcibly suppressed the other’s resistance. She remembered the sobbing, the trembling, the way the person had begged for mercy only to be pulled back again. And yet…

The room had been thick with the lingering, sweet scent of the Omega’s pheromones, but the person was gone.

She had prepared herself to take full responsibility. She even expected to see “Major General Rapes Omega” as the next day’s headline, orchestrated by her political enemies.

But she waited. And waited. Nothing happened. It was then she realized that she, a grand Major General… had been dumped by an Omega!

Had her charm diminished? She didn’t believe the Omega wouldn’t recognize her upon waking. Lu Fengxu recalled standing in front of the mirror for a long time that day, reassessing her own attractiveness.

Of course, when she looked at the Omegas her parents tried to set her up with—and saw the obsession in their eyes—she felt only disgust. Their pheromones were never as sweet as hers, never making her body react like that.

For five years, she had searched privately. But because her consciousness had been so hazy, she hadn’t seen the Omega’s face clearly, leaving her with only a vague description. She had found nothing.

She had audited the hotel, caught the mastermind behind the drugging, and still, the Omega remained a ghost.

She had given that Omega a deep mark, yet no Omega with her scent had ever been detected. The only possibility was that the person had undergone the agonizing procedure to wash the mark away!

Lu Fengxu didn’t know how painful that was, but she had looked it up. The mortality rate for Omegas who washed their marks was as high as thirty percent. Had she really been so eager to cut ties that she was willing to gamble with her life?

The thought made Lu Fengxu feel a sudden, suffocating tightness in her chest. So, what do I do now?

She stood up. The room was empty now, and she didn’t linger. She left the hotel quickly.

Meanwhile, in the suite next door, Yun Mu—who was busy celebrating Yun Lan’s birthday—suddenly felt a cold chill run down her spine. She had the distinct feeling that someone, somewhere, was plotting against her…

*****

The Next Morning.

In the bedroom, a beauty lay lazily in bed. The smooth silk duvet was draped over her delicate body, and as the morning sun streamed through the window, it illuminated her pale skin until it seemed to glow.

The light proved a bit too intrusive, causing the beauty to let out a soft groan. She shifted her body, trying to escape the glare that was interrupting her sleep, and burrowed deeper into the bed.

A small figure quietly pushed the door open, scurried to the bedside, and reached out a chubby hand to poke the person under the covers.

“Mommy, Mommy! Get up! Sister Yang made breakfast, and we’re just waiting for you!”

“Baozi…” The beauty opened her bleary eyes. She reached out a slender, snowy arm and—smack—pinned the little one down onto the bed.

Having just woken up, the woman’s voice was slightly husky. Her hair was a mess—a sort of chaotic, effortless beauty that only enhanced her allure. One strap of her thin nightgown had slipped down her shoulder, exposing a fair amount of skin, but she didn’t care. Instead, she tapped the back of the child she was pinning down.

“Didn’t I tell you to knock first? Every time you sneak in here, are you looking for a thrill?”

This was, of course, Yun Mu. She’d had a bit to drink the night before; she wasn’t hungover, but her head still throbbed a little. If anyone other than Yun Lan had burst in, she would have greeted them with a punch. But this little cub just loved to crawl into her room and cling to her.

“Hehehe.” Little “Baozi” Yun Lan lifted her face, flashing a silly, innocent grin. To anyone else, she looked adorably dim-witted, but Yun Mu—who knew her daughter through and through—knew the kid was just playing dumb to distract her.

“You want something from me, don’t you?” Yun Mu saw right through the girl’s guilty, shifting eyes.

“Wuu… nothing escapes Mommy,” Yun Lan grumbled, puffing out her cheeks.

“I carried you for ten months; if I didn’t know you, how could I be your mother?” In her post-sleep state, Yun Mu was “unfiltered.” She unceremoniously pinched and rubbed Yun Lan’s chubby cheeks. (Though, honestly, that wasn’t much different from her usual behavior.)

Satisfied only after rubbing Yun Lan’s face red, she let go and propped herself up against her pillows. “Alright, out with it. What is it?”

“Mommy…” Yun Lan cupped her cheeks piteously.

“Don’t play the victim. Just say it,” Yun Mu countered with a sharp look.

“Hehehe! I heard there’s a Mecha Tournament in the Cloud World tomorrow. Mommy, let’s go watch together!” Yun Lan scrambled forward, grabbing Yun Mu’s hand and shaking it like a spoiled child.

“Why don’t you ask Yang Chen to take you?” Yun Mu arched an eyebrow. She figured two Alphas would have more to talk about. To her, mechas were just “cool-looking,” but she didn’t really understand the technical side.

“Sister Yang said she has something to do and can’t take me,” Yun Lan said dejectedly. It seemed she had already tried and failed with Yang Chen before coming to her mother.

“I can’t give you an answer right now. I have to check my schedule first,” Yun Mu said, patting her daughter’s head.

Even though it wasn’t a firm “yes,” Yun Lan was still thrilled. “Okay! Mommy, get up quick, or breakfast will get cold!” With that, she bolted out of the room before Yun Mu could even react.

Yun Mu: …I feel like I’ve just been used and discarded.

She reflected on the past; she’d been so focused on making money to support the family that she had indeed neglected Yun Lan a bit. It was telling that the girl’s first choice for an outing was Yang Chen.

Now that she had reached a certain level of fame, she really should carve out more time to be with her daughter.

As she folded the duvet, Yun Mu began to weigh the possibilities in her mind.

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