I’m Pregnant

Auntie Liu hurried upstairs. “Madam, what’s wrong?”

Ye Luoluo pointed at the wardrobe in disbelief. “Did my closet get robbed?!”

All her sexy little dresses were gone!

Auntie Liu hesitated. “It was… sir…”

Ye Luoluo was furious. She immediately called Mu Yunting.

The moment he picked up, she roared, “Mu Yunting, who gave you the right to throw out my clothes?!”

The man’s rich, calm voice drifted over slowly.

“The fabric on those things is way too dangerous on you. If you really like wearing stuff that skimpy, I’ll buy you ones that are only for me to see.”

Ye Luoluo ground her teeth. “In your dreams!”

A low chuckle came from the other end. “Give it seven days.”

Ye Luoluo: “……”

Her period usually lasted seven days.

You could smell this dog man’s horniness from eight hundred miles away.

Fuming, Ye Luoluo hung up and went straight for Mu Yunting’s wardrobe, yanking out everything black, white, and gray in one go.

By the time there was a small mountain of clothes on the carpet, she’d only let out half her anger.

Auntie Liu jogged up again. “Madam, a lot of clothes just arrived downstairs. Would you like to go take a look first?”

Ye Luoluo raised a brow. “Throw all of these into the trash.”

After giving the order, she skipped lightly downstairs.

Several boutique staff were waiting below, pushing four or five racks of clothes. Besides the clothes, there was a velvet gift box.

She opened it and her eyes instantly lit up.

It was her mother’s jewelry designs!

Ever since her mother passed away, she’d been collecting her works all over the world.

The gloom hanging over her head instantly vanished.

Ye Luoluo pulled out her phone and opened Mu Yunting’s WeChat.

【Love the gift, but don’t think you can win this lady over with just one piece of candy. Cat-smug.jpg】

After sending it, she lazily asked, “If I remember right, your new season’s main theme is bold color-blocking, yeah?”

The lead staff member nodded.

Ye Luoluo curled her lips. Hmph. Returning the favor—that was her style.

At 6 p.m., the Baoman High Jewelry launch gala officially began.

Celebrities arrived one after another. Fans packed the red carpet, and the livestream comments flew by nonstop.

When Ye Luoluo appeared last as the brand ambassador, the livestream hit its peak.

On the red carpet, she wore a white silk body-hugging gown. Her curves were flawless, and her slightly messy low bun made her every move look both sweet and seductive.

As the brand’s only ambassador, she was jokingly called Baoman’s “biological daughter.” Tonight, she wore a full set of jewelry worth ten million.

Under flashes from every direction, her dimples were sweet, her posture elegant—like she was born for the camera.

The comments exploded.

【A goddess has descended, even the wind is lifting her dress】

【If I looked like this, I’d shower with the door wide open】

【Not afraid of heaven, not afraid of earth, only afraid of Ye Bao shaking those hips】

【This beauty makes even passing ants curse: holy crap】

……

After the interview, Ye Luoluo draped the white shawl her assistant gave her and entered the main hall.

Inside was both a banquet and a jewelry exhibition. Big names mingled, glasses clinking.

Yaoyao ran over, eyes full of admiration. “Luoluo, you absolutely killed it tonight! If you’re not on a red carpet, I’m not watching.”

Ye Luoluo smiled lightly. “That set you liked last time? I saved it for you.”

Yaoyao excitedly hugged her arm. “You’re the best!”

As a top-tier rising star—and now Mrs. Mu—many people came over to greet and flatter her.

She drew plenty of attention.

Which made a few people nearby sour as hell.

“Your sister’s really thriving now, huh.”

Ye Furong scoffed. “Please. I can’t relate. A perfectly good heiress, but she insists on being an actress serving others. No wonder my dad doesn’t like her—he’s basically acted like he doesn’t have this daughter for years.”

Another girl chimed in, “What ‘top star’? Just a pretty but useless vase. All this success comes from money and family backing.”

Yaoyao was grabbing desserts nearby. Sharp ears. No way she was letting that slide.

She shot them a laser glare, then marched over with her plate and slammed it onto their table.

Snarky as hell. “Wow, which village did these overinflated pigs crawl out of?”

When the girls noticed Ye Luoluo looking over, they immediately shut up.

Ye Furong pressed her lips together, about to say something to save face—then she spotted Luo Shiyu walking in, surrounded by people.

Luo Shiyu was the Mu family’s second young madam, one of the top socialites in the capital.

Ye Furong instantly lifted her skirt and jogged over.

“Shiyu, you’re finally here! You look amazing tonight.”

Luo Shiyu smiled gently, subtly lifting her chin. Her gaze slipped through the crowd and landed on Ye Luoluo.

Her hand at her side slowly tightened as she walked over in heels.

“You look beautiful tonight,” she said against her will.

And it was true—so beautiful it made her jealous, with an urge to tear that face apart.

Ye Luoluo kept a polite smile. “You look nice too.”

“Especially this jewelry. It’s the latest piece by Baoman’s chief designer, Elaine—my favorite. You wear it beautifully. I really like it.”

Luo Shiyu clearly treated her like a human display stand.

Yaoyao glanced at Ye Luoluo, the corner of her mouth lifting smugly.

Ye Luoluo raised a brow. “Oh? You like Elaine?”

“Of course. Her colors are bold, her creativity outstanding—very collectible.”

After her little speech, she circled back. “So I’m very interested in the set you’re wearing.”

Ye Luoluo’s eyes lit up. She happily waved over staff to remove the jewelry.

“I’m sure with Miss Luo’s spending power, a mere ten million is nothing.”

Beside her, Ye Furong proudly chimed in, “Of course. Shiyu loves collecting Elaine’s work. This is pocket change to her.”

Luo Shiyu: “……”

What kind of brainless teammate was this?

She only wanted to embarrass her a bit, maybe try it on…

With Ye Luoluo’s temper, this wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

With the compliment hat firmly placed on her head and all eyes watching, whispers like “big spender” flew around.

Unable to back out in public, Luo Shiyu had no choice but to buy it.

Ye Luoluo was in a great mood—her little vault was nicely filled again.

Meanwhile, Luo Shiyu smiled gracefully while accepting everyone’s praise, but her heart was bleeding.

She did like it, but it was definitely over her budget.

Her resentment toward Ye Luoluo could probably raise ten evil sword immortals.

So she chased after her to the restroom to regain some ground.

Ye Luoluo was humming as she reapplied lipstick.

Luo Shiyu kept her socialite smile, opened her bag, and touched up with powder.

Casually mocking, she said, “Looks like my purchase tonight earned you a pretty nice commission.”

“Not bad.”

Luo Shiyu felt like she’d punched cotton.

“Oh right, big cousin and Sister Manqing came together earlier. You didn’t know? Standing together, they looked like a perfect match.”

Ye Luoluo frowned slightly and stayed silent.

What a fake husband—no decency at all.

Seeing her quiet, Luo Shiyu thought she’d hit a sore spot.

“Well, you don’t even like him anyway. Thinking about it, I just got engaged, and right after that you married someone you don’t love. Makes people wonder why.”

Ye Luoluo calmly put her lipstick back into her bag and adjusted her shawl, her expression cool.

“You can think whatever you want—just don’t let your intestines connect straight to your brain.”

She turned to leave. Behind her came Luo Shiyu’s smug voice.

“I’m pregnant.”

Ye Luoluo froze mid-step. After half a second of surprise, she turned back with a smile.

“I’m not the kid’s dad. Why are you telling me—want me to help you get an abortion, or check your pulse?”

With that, she walked away, carefree and sharp-backed.

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