Pregnant With the Villain Boss’ Baby - Chapter 8

Click, click, click— The camera flashes in the studio fired in a relentless rhythm.

Yun Mu dabbed a bit of light sweat from her forehead, glancing briefly at the other models and minor stars currently being photographed.

She took a bottle of water from Tong Wenwen and took a sip. Wenwen had removed her virtual bracelet; the giant white rabbit “skin” was gone, replaced by a sweet-looking young girl with a bright smile.

Yun Mu cut her eyes toward Luo Ling, who was busy recording notes nearby. Luo Ling was a year or two older than her, while Wenwen looked like she had just barely reached adulthood—there was still a lingering touch of youth in the curve of her brows.

Tsk, tsk. Yun Mu rubbed her chin, lost in thought. I never realized Luo Ling was into the “younger type.”

Luo Ling seemed to sense the direction of Yun Mu’s gaze. Her eyes narrowed. She had the distinct feeling that Yun Mu was thinking something incredibly rude, which prompted her to push up her glasses defensively.

“Are you finished with your work?”

“Of course. Look who you’re talking to. Even if I had zero talent, this face alone would get me a passing grade.” Yun Mu tossed her hair, pointing to her features, which were rendered even more breathtaking by the light makeup.

She was currently wearing a deep purple gown from the shoot. The sleeveless design exposed her snowy-white arms, and the skirt featured a daring slit that ended just above the knee, revealing her slender calves. The U-shaped neckline offered a teasing glimpse of her “peaches.”

If her usual red dresses highlighted her seductive charm, this deep purple added an air of mystery that was, if possible, even more captivating.

Luo Ling knew that with a face like that, Yun Mu could easily have been the most perfect “vase” in the industry. But she wasn’t just a pretty face; her acting was top-tier. People often said that Yun Mu was the type who could rely on her looks but insisted on using her talent—and her success grew twice as fast as everyone else’s because of it. She was the kind of person who made others want to die of envy.

“Yun Mu.”

A gentle male voice rang out. Turning, they saw an exceptionally handsome male Alpha entering the room. He had pale yellow hair and warm brown eyes, with a scholarly air that was quite rare among Alphas.

But no one dared look down on him. This was Feng Cen, one of the few stars in the agency whose status rivaled Yun Mu’s. He was an S-rank Alpha.

Normally, Alphas of that rank rarely became celebrities; their biological drive usually pushed them toward the military. High-level Alphas typically sought glory on the battlefield. Those who didn’t join the army usually inherited family corporations. Feng Cen was a true anomaly. Rumor had it his family was quite wealthy, but his dream was the silver screen, so he entered the industry despite their objections.

“Feng Cen? What’s up? I didn’t think you had a shoot today,” Yun Mu said, crossing her arms and arching an eyebrow.

Feng Cen had debuted around the same time she had. Given their frequent collaborations and similar ages, he was one of her few genuine friends in the industry.

“I just came by the office. I’ve joined Director Peng’s new project as well,” Feng Cen said, a warm smile spreading across his face. “I heard he hand-picked you for the lead, and since I knew you were in the building, I thought I’d stop by.”

“I see. Well, my shoot is just about wrapped up. I’m heading off to remove my makeup and change,” Yun Mu replied, checking the time.

“Since you’re finished, would you care to join me for afternoon tea?” Feng Cen offered.

“Apologies, Mr. Feng, but we have a meeting scheduled immediately after this. Yun Mu won’t be able to accept,” Luo Ling cut in before Yun Mu could even open her mouth, her glasses glinting.

“Ah, I see. Don’t work too hard, then. I’ll see you next time.” Feng Cen seemed used to being rejected. Though a hint of disappointment flickered in his eyes, he remained a gentleman and didn’t linger, quickly leaving with his assistant.

Feng Cen had confessed to Yun Mu two years ago. She had rejected him firmly, but he was a good-natured yet stubborn soul. Nowadays, she mostly relied on Luo Ling to play the “bad cop.” After all, they still had to work together; it was best not to let things get too awkward.

“Film Emperor Feng is so handsome…” Tong Wenwen’s eyes were sparkling as she stared at his retreating back. Luo Ling’s expression darkened instantly, and she yanked Wenwen over to block her view.

Seeing Wenwen go full “fan-girl” over every handsome face she saw, Yun Mu really wondered about the size of the shadow over Luo Ling’s heart. Honestly, with Wenwen being like this, Yun Mu couldn’t understand why Luo Ling would even bring her into the entertainment industry. Didn’t she know this was where all the most beautiful people gathered?

“If I don’t let her come, she won’t let me into the bedroom,” Luo Ling muttered through gritted teeth, as if sensing Yun Mu’s thoughts.

Yun Mu looked at Wenwen in silent shock: 666. You go, girl. Who knew a soft, cute thing like you could be so hardcore? Wait, not hardcore—she’s just terminal.

The fact that Luo Ling hadn’t exploded yet was a testament to her patience. Yun Mu suspected that the reason Luo Ling was always so cold toward Feng Cen was rooted entirely in Wenwen’s fan-girl behavior.

The three of them headed to Yun Mu’s private dressing room. Yun Mu closed her eyes as Wenwen helped her remove her makeup.

“By the way, what’s on for tomorrow? I have plans in the afternoon.”

“A brand endorsement in the morning,” Luo Ling said, flipping through her notebook. “If you can nail it in the morning session, you’ve got the afternoon off.”

Even with Yun Mu’s fame, she couldn’t just blow off appointments. A star’s reputation was everything. Since Yun Mu had been cutting back on her workload lately, she couldn’t afford to be capricious.

“Is that so? Got it…” Yun Mu drummed her fingers on the armrest. A star’s life: work first, private life later.

“Don’t worry. It starts at 9:00 AM. With your efficiency, three hours is more than enough,” Luo Ling said, snapping her book shut. She took a handkerchief from her pocket and began cleaning her glasses, clearly confident in Yun Mu’s professional ability.

“Hahaha, well, obviously!” Yun Mu licked her lips, her voice brimming with confidence.

“But after that, Director Peng’s movie starts filming. Don’t even think about slacking off then. You’re going to work hard,” Luo Ling warned, arms crossed. She knew Yun Mu was serious once the cameras were rolling, but her “prior offenses” of laziness during downtime were too many to count.

“Yes, yes, I know. Luo Ling, you’re turning into a real nag,” Yun Mu teased.

“You—!” A vein throbbed in Luo Ling’s forehead. She let out a cold huff. “I don’t have a daughter as old or as unfilial as you.”

“Oh, don’t be like that… Mama Luo~” Yun Mu lowered her voice, her tone turning sultry and playful. She pressed two fingers to her painted red lips, blew Luo Ling a flying kiss, and topped it off with a wink.

Luo Ling felt goosebumps break out. Even with her years of immunity to Yun Mu’s antics, she still felt a chill. She was about to snap back with a sarcastic remark when…

Drip… drip…

The sound of something hitting the floor made them both turn. Yun Mu immediately burst into a fit of laughter while Luo Ling’s face turned pitch black.

Tong Wenwen was staring blankly at Yun Mu, a fresh nosebleed streaming down her face! The two thin trails of blood ran past her mouth and dripped off her chin, but the girl didn’t even notice. She just had a dazed, obsessed look on her face, her mouth slightly agape.

Yun Mu suspected that if they didn’t intervene, Wenwen might actually drool—or bleed to death.

“Yun Mu!” Luo Ling grabbed a tissue and pressed it against Wenwen’s nose, growling Yun Mu’s name through gritted teeth.

“Hey, don’t blame me!” Yun Mu protested, though she was still grinning.

“Sister Yun… I… I want one too!” Tong Wenwen managed to mumble, ignoring the fact that half her face was covered by Luo Ling’s hand. She grabbed Yun Mu’s arm weakly.

“You want what?” Yun Mu asked.

“It’s not fair that you only do that for Luo-Luo. I want one too,” Wenwen pouted piteously.

What? Yun Mu was speechless. Are you kidding? Don’t you realize you’re one wink away from an emergency room visit?

And dear Luo Ling, please stop looking at me like you want to murder me. I’m innocent!

“Ahem, I’m going to change!” Yun Mu beat a hasty retreat into the changing stall. Behind her, Wenwen’s protests were suddenly muffled. Yun Mu decided she really didn’t want to know why.

When she stepped back out, she found Wenwen looking down with a bright red face and swollen lips, her small hands clinging to Luo Ling’s clothes. Luo Ling, on the other hand, was licking her lips with a look of smug satisfaction.

Tsk, tsk, tsk. Forced to eat dog food every single day. My life is so hard.

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