Frederick Fairfax sat beside Olivia Young. The hazy glow of streetlights filtered through the window, casting delicate light across Olivia Young’s stunning profile.

Her eyes closed, she leaned back, long, thick eyelashes like two tiny fans casting gentle shadows on her lids. Her nose was straight and elegant as a mountain ridge, the planes of her face perfectly sculpted, and her natural lips looked as soft and dewy as rose petals.

Dressed in loose skirts, she showed not the slightest sign of pregnancy from this angle.

Beautiful, yes—undeniably so.

But. But. But—

Argh!

The child in her belly wasn’t his!

The eldest young master of the Fairfax family—him!—was about to become an instant father!

He’d suddenly gained either a darling little boy or girl, just like that.

Was this supposed to be a blessing?

Ha!

Of course not.

If people found out, he’d become the laughingstock of all Beijing—

No, of the whole country.

Frederick Fairfax fumed inwardly, his gaze scorching as he glared at Olivia Young, as if he could make her vanish by sheer force of will.

Thus transformed into an obsessive, wife-glowering fiend, he stared at her all the way home. By the time they arrived and got out of the car, his neck was so stiff it felt like it might snap.

Rubbing his sore neck, Frederick Fairfax made a casual introduction to the servants waiting by the door. “This is Olivia Young. Grandfather chose her to be the young madam. She’s pregnant, so take good care of her.”

Olivia Young greeted them with warm politeness. “Hello, everyone. It’s nice to meet you all. These are just little gifts—please don’t mind how modest they are.”

Frederick Fairfax turned around in surprise as she distributed red envelope gifts to each servant—there were about a dozen, and Anne Howard, the Young family’s old maid, handed her a whole stack to give out.

Frederick Fairfax: “……”

Impressive.

She was already winning people over from the moment she got here.

Did she really intend to settle down in this place?

Was she forgetting this was just a agreementual marriage?

“Grandfather?”

The old man sat on the sofa, regal and imposing, rapping his cane against the floor. “Did you come in by yourself?”

What, was Olivia Young supposed to have him escort her in?

He was her husband, not her attendant!

“Grandfather, I’m right here.”

Olivia Young flashed a sweet smile as she approached Sir Fairfax. “Good evening, Grandfather. Have you eaten?”

“I have. You both must be tired after today—get some rest. I’ve already made the arrangements.”

Olivia Young kept smiling, but her mind raced. What kind of ‘arrangements’ did he mean? Surely he wasn’t suggesting they share a room?

Frederick Fairfax’s expression hardly looked any happier—he’d probably guessed too.

“Tonight’s your wedding night. I wanted to throw a big celebration, but with Olivia Young expecting, we’ll wait until after the baby’s born. We’ll have a few months to plan a proper wedding.”

Sir Fairfax escorted them to the bedroom door. “In you go. Good night.”

“Good night, Grandfather.”

They stepped inside.

Frederick Fairfax closed the door behind them.

The light flicked on as he took in his bedroom. Well, well, well! What a transformation!

He’d only been gone for a couple hours.

How come the curtains were different now?

There was a vase of red roses on the coffee table.

The wedding emblem* was plastered everywhere.

*Note: 囍 (double happiness) is a traditional Chinese symbol for weddings.

Even the sheets and quilt were switched for red—the color of celebration.

There were two sets of matching red couple’s pajamas laid out.

He needed to calm down.

Frederick Fairfax stormed into the bathroom. A giant red wedding emblem was stuck right on his mirror.

His toothbrush, his face towel, his bath towel—red, all red!

He felt faint.

His room.

Utterly ruined.

It was like the sky had fallen.

“Urgh…”

Frederick Fairfax bolted to the toilet.

That so-called ‘master’? Must’ve been a spy sent by a rival to disgust him on purpose.

He slumped over the toilet, still retching. “Damn that swindling fortune teller—he dared trick me! I’ll make him pay!”

He knew that man was a fraud!

Olivia Young leaned against the door, hand resting on her baby bump, lips twitching as she tried not to laugh.

She was the pregnant one, yet Frederick Fairfax was the one with morning sickness.

She was enjoying this pregnancy far more than she’d expected—eat what she wanted, drink what she liked. Life was great!

If she ever had a second child, she’d rope him in again!

But between the two of them…

There probably wouldn’t be a second time.

Shame, really.

With exaggerated kindness, Olivia Young poured him a glass of water and handed it over. “Wow, you’re really sick. Out of curiosity, if you happen to die, can you leave your estate to me and the baby?”

For a moment, Frederick Fairfax almost thought Olivia Young was being considerate, bringing him water like a caring wife.

Then, her words made him want to throttle her.

He angrily rinsed his mouth, slamming the cup onto the counter. “Olivia Young! Be reasonable! You’re my wife in name only, so I guess you could inherit, but why would I leave my fortune to a stranger?”

“Shh~”

Olivia Young raised a finger. “Lower your voice—don’t let the baby hear you.”

Frederick Fairfax shot her a look. So what if the baby heard? It wasn’t even his kid.

Honestly, he was nothing more than a stepfather. The best you could call him was ‘Dad 2.0.’

Standing before Olivia Young, his good-looking face clouded with irritation. “Olivia Young, don’t think you can play me. You’re just here as a good luck charm. If my strange illness doesn’t go away, I’ll divorce you in a heartbeat.”

“You’ll get better.”

“When?”

How would she know?

Bodies were all different.

She wasn’t the one with morning sickness—she felt perfectly fine.

Some people get it in the first trimester, some later.

Judging by Frederick Fairfax, this looked like it was going to last a while.

But surely he couldn’t keep vomiting forever?

Even if it lasted, once she gave birth, it had to stop, right?

“Give it some time~” Olivia Young said as she walked further in, “I’m going to freshen up. Why don’t you go cool off somewhere else.”

“I’m not sleeping with you!”

“Grandfather’s right outside. If you want to explain it to him, I’ll gladly sleep elsewhere—or you can.” Olivia Young grabbed her toothbrush. “I don’t mind either way.”

Frederick Fairfax didn’t dare step out.

He was honestly afraid Grandfather might break his legs.

So, Frederick Fairfax left.

Olivia Young took her time in the bathroom, arranging her personal toiletries on the counter. It looked like Sir Fairfax had come early to set things up.

After washing up, she slipped into a red nightgown.

Frederick Fairfax sprawled on the sofa, glued to his phone, studiously avoiding glancing her way.

He was at least self-aware enough to realize the sofa was where he belonged tonight.

Skincare finished, Olivia Young sat on the bed, played some music, and started reading aloud to the baby.

Now that there was a girl living in the bedroom, everything—even the air—smelled sweeter.

Her soft, gentle voice filled the room. Frederick Fairfax’s mind became a tangle of chaotic thoughts.

Suddenly, he jumped up and strode into the bathroom.

After half an hour, Frederick Fairfax shuffled out—in those red pajamas, awkward as a puppet who’d forgotten how to walk.

Him!

A man nearly six-foot-three!

Wearing red couple’s pajamas!

He sighed in despair. “I want to sleep on the bed.”

“Go ahead. It’s a king size bed—plenty of room for you.”

“What about you?”

“You’re seriously suggesting a pregnant woman sleep on the sofa?” Olivia Young looked up, pausing her music. “Don’t let your unborn child look down on you.”

Frederick Fairfax clenched his eyes shut.

The baby had nothing to do with him.

Why should he care what some unborn kid thought?!

Olivia Young bit her lip, suppressing a laugh. First of all, she’d never sleep on the sofa—and second, they’d already slept together, so what was the big deal?

It wasn’t like this was the first time.

She was hardly bothered by it.

Olivia Young lifted a corner of the silk duvet, crooked her finger at him. “Come on up~”

“We agreed in the prenup—separate beds. What are you doing, Olivia Young? You’re pregnant, you—”

Frederick Fairfax bolted for the sofa before she could finish.

Olivia Young cheerfully turned off the light.

He was just like an unruly puppy—crook your finger and he instantly reacted.

You’d think he’d never played the part of a pure-hearted man before, considering how they’d already slept together.

Frederick Fairfax—no wonder people called him an award-winning actor.

Olivia Young thought she wouldn’t be able to sleep, but to her surprise, she drifted off easily.

She slept sweetly, while Frederick Fairfax lurked in the darkness, circling the bed like a restless ghost.