My Scheming Little Devil-Chapter 738 Don’t Play with Fire_1

"Darling, don’t move." A deep, enchanting voice, laced with a unique magnetic charm, cold and arrogant, it was Third Young Master Jun’s voice.

Ye Lu recognized it instantly, her face changing drastically, utterly dumbfounded.

It was Third Young Master Jun.

To capture her, he had come brazenly, leading a group, charging straight in.

She bit her lip, seething with anger. After all this time, she had still been caught by this man.

"Third Young Master Jun, you truly are like an insistent ghost," she growled between clenched teeth.

"I’m not a ghost."

Third Young Master Jun’s low, wicked laughter echoed in her ears, cruel and domineering, his fingers gently releasing her neck, but sliding slowly down her throat, past her collarbone, over her chest, and landing on her bulging belly.

"I’m the father of your baby, the man who got you pregnant!"

Ye Lu’s heart trembled, and she glared at him fiercely.

"Keep dreaming. I refuse to admit that. The child is mine, and it has nothing to do with you."

Third Young Master Jun slightly narrowed his eyes, lifting the corners into a beautiful arc as he scoffed.

"You’re sure it has nothing to do with me? How could you, a woman, get pregnant on your own? Without me, where would your baby come from? Ye Lu, even if you want to deny it, the child in your belly is my seed. You will always be connected to me."

Ye Lu was furious, but there was one thing she hated to admit and could not deny.

"That’s enough, darling. You’ve been running for a while; aren’t you tired? Come back with me, obediently," Third Young Master Jun’s voice was softly commanding, but filled with an undeniable pressure.

He turned her around, domineeringly embracing her pregnant waist, his hand naturally placed against her belly.

Ye Lu was filled with anger, but she restrained herself. She was not a fool. There were five of them here together, but none could match Third Young Master Jun, let alone her by herself.

Ye Lu signaled to Ye Yuan and others to follow her.

Ye Yuan was the first to follow her.

Then she coldly addressed Third Young Master Jun, "Let go of me, I can walk myself."

"I won’t, don’t struggle," Third Young Master Jun enchantingly raised an eyebrow, his grip on her arm slightly tightened, drawing her more closely against him.

This embrace, feeling her swollen belly beneath his palm and the sensation of two little lives moving under his hand, made him feel an indescribable softness.

Is this the feeling of a child, his child?

So small, quietly laying in her belly.

He enjoyed this feeling, warm, brimming with vitality, and even filled with love.

It was captivating.

Ye Lu lowered her gaze to his hand, which was gently stroking her belly. His expression was like a curious child, carefully handling her as if he were afraid of breaking her.

She gently narrowed her eyes, glancing aside at Ye Yuan who was silently approaching, a certain item placed in her hand.

She had been waiting for this moment when he was distracted.

A gun was pointed at Third Young Master Jun’s temple. The dark muzzle radiated an extreme chill, and the person holding the gun was none other than the crafty woman within his arms.

"Third Young Master Jun, it seems your vigilance isn’t that good. How does it feel to have a gun pointed at your head?"

Third Young Master Jun’s hazy eyes instantly turned cold, stared down at Ye Lu. Her actions had caught him by surprise and stirred his fighting spirit.

This was the first time he had been pointed at with a gun because he was distracted.

"Ye Lu, don’t play with fire; you can’t beat me," he warned.

"Who’s still tough when death is imminent? Who’s the one with a gun pointed at their head? Do you think I won’t shoot you?"

With a click, Ye Lu flicked off the safety, her pupils cold, her gaze filled with disdain and indifference.