Who would’ve thought a word like "baby" could sound so soft and inviting coming from his lips?
Frederick Fairfax didn’t even lift his eyelids. Mimicking Olivia Young’s relaxed pose, he lounged beneath the sunlight. “Little brother, your sister’s loaded! She’s got properties, shops, shares in the branch company—you name it. She can buy whatever she wants. Even if I wanted to buy her something, I wouldn’t know what she likes.”
“You’re her husband! You’re supposed to know! You should buy her things!” Quentin Young was starting to get anxious.
Olivia Young picked up a tangerine, looking perfectly detached from the standoff between the two men. Like this had nothing to do with her at all.
Oh my god! This tangerine is so sour!
Even as a pregnant woman, she thought it was tart—made her feel nauseous.
Frederick Fairfax shot up from his seat, struggling to hold back a wave of nausea. “Where’s the bathroom?”
Quentin Young pointed the way.
No sooner had Frederick Fairfax left than Quentin Young bent down and whispered, “Sis, do you think he’s so desperate for the bathroom because his kidneys are weak?”
Olivia Young tossed the sour tangerine aside and wiped her hands slowly. “I’m already pregnant. What do his kidneys have to do with me anymore?”
“What about in the future? In the future—”
Olivia Young looked completely calm. “He’ll be fine in the future.”
Frederick Fairfax’s kidneys were just fine. If there was any problem, it was with his stomach. He’d probably gone to throw up.
So weird. There’s a saying that only couples in love get sympathy nausea during a pregnancy—how come Frederick Fairfax was having it for her? Just because of that one night together? No way, right? Absolutely not.
If he really had feelings for the girl from that night, why would he marry her?
“Sis, I’ll go check on him.”
“Hey, don’t—you…” She gave up halfway. Quentin Young had already darted off.
How did her little brother get this nosy, even going so far as to peep at someone in the bathroom?
Quentin Young arrived just in time to see Frederick Fairfax come out, having already washed up.
“Hey, brother-in-law, you okay?”
“If I’m not, I’ll pop your sister’s head off,” Frederick Fairfax said, clenching his fist. “Just wait and see.”
Quentin Young made a fist of his own. “What does that have to do with my sister?”
Frederick Fairfax couldn’t be bothered. Such noisy chatter. Compared to this, Olivia Young was delightfully quiet—and looked all too comfortable, reclining and popping grapes into her mouth as if she needed someone to peel them for her.
Sure enough, Quentin Young dashed over. He crouched at Olivia Young’s side, peeled a grape, and lifted it to her lips.
Did he even wash his hands? Were they clean?
Clearly, Olivia Young and Frederick Fairfax shared the same suspicion.
"Didn’t wash your hands. Eat it yourself." Olivia Young pushed her brother away, picked up her water glass, and handed it to Frederick Fairfax.
"That’s your cup—you’ve drunk from it!”
Well, if he didn’t want to rinse his mouth, forget it! Not that she minded all that much.
Olivia Young just turned and poured the water on the floor.
Frederick Fairfax’s hand froze in midair, caught awkwardly between reaching and retreating.
Quentin Young snickered—ha! Try and take my sister away? Not a chance. She doesn’t even want you.
Before he could complete his sneaky, villainous grin, Quentin Young got a smack to the head.
“Go get some water.”
Quentin Young stared in disbelief. His sister…was actually sending him to fetch water for Frederick Fairfax!?
Why though!?
Still, Quentin Young got up to pour water. Orders from his sister were orders, after all.
When he got back, he found Olivia Young and Frederick Fairfax each lounging comfortably in deck chairs, basking in the sunlight, surrounded by blooming flowers and fiery-red maples fluttering in the breeze. There was an air of tranquil contentment about the scene—they actually looked…kind of matched? No way!
Quentin Young shook his head. His sister was flawless—no man in this world deserved her.
"Water."
Frederick Fairfax took the cup, rinsed his mouth, and spat onto the ground.
“Sis! He didn’t even drink it!” Quentin Young protested loudly.
“Chill.” Olivia Young tugged his sleeve, not bothering to explain. Frederick Fairfax probably didn’t want anyone to know more than necessary, either.
After rinsing, Frederick Fairfax said, “Thanks.”
He wore sunglasses, so it was hard to tell if that simple word was meant for her—or for her brother.
Olivia Young’s luggage filled two entire moving trucks.
Frederick Fairfax was stunned. Hadn’t Olivia Young just returned from overseas? How did she have so much stuff already?
The moving trucks drove ahead to deliver everything to Frederick Fairfax’s place, while the rest of them stayed at the Yu house for dinner.
At dinner, Frederick Fairfax saw just how spoiled Olivia Young was at home. Every dish was her favorite; shrimp were peeled and placed in her bowl, and a single look from her set Quentin Young bustling around, calling her “Sis” at every turn.
No one in his family had ever been so pampered. Who could possibly decipher such looks at home? Married couples didn’t even have to live together, right? He actually thought it’d be fine for Olivia Young to just keep living at her parents’ place. After all, he’d even thrown up this afternoon—so much for the old superstition that getting married to a pregnant woman would bring good fortune!
When it was time to leave, Lucas Young was clutching his wife’s hand and wailing. Olivia Young, heavily pregnant, still had to comfort her father. “Dad, it’s only an hour’s drive, not like when I was abroad. You didn’t cry that much then.”
"With all the traffic in Beijing, you won’t get there in an hour—you definitely won’t…" Lucas Young leaned on his wife’s shoulder, sniffling. "Baby girl, Dad just can’t bear to let you go…"
Did he have to make it so dramatic? Was he trying to make her cry as well? Olivia Young shot a glance at Quentin Young.
“Mom, Dad, want to hear about what I’ve been up to lately?” He quickly led their parents back inside to distract them.
As Lucas Young went, he shouted backward, “Frederick Fairfax! Treat my daughter right! If you ever hurt her, I won’t let you go!”
Frederick Fairfax just shrugged and grinned. “Miss Young, don’t you think it’s a bit much to expect me to treat you well? We’re just in a agreement, after all~”
“Don’t worry—I wasn’t counting on you.”
“Oh? So who were you counting on, then? The kid’s dad? If he comes back, would you still marry me?” Frederick Fairfax clicked his tongue. “Poor thing—you really shouldn’t hold out hope for that guy. Forget him. A man like that’s not worth remembering. Let him go to hell!”
Olivia Young stared at him in shock. She’d never seen anyone curse themselves out like this before.
He’d already gone so far as to throw up on her behalf—Frederick Fairfax, there was really no need to sacrifice this much. With such dedication, anyone would call him a modern-day Lei Feng! *(Lei Feng is a Chinese symbol of selflessness).*
"You actually make sense," Olivia Young said with a furtive smile. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Even if it’s a agreement, we’re legally married. So if he ever tries to come back, you’re not allowed to go with him—or have any other men in your life. For as long as the agreement’s in effect, you’re Mrs. Feng.” Frederick Fairfax opened the car door. “Got it?”
“Okay, hubby~”
Frederick Fairfax was still gentlemanly enough to open car doors for her. Olivia Young stepped inside, but Frederick Fairfax hovered outside a moment longer, ears turning faintly red. She… She really had no shame! He’d just reminded her it was only a agreement, and now she was calling him “hubby.”