What a carefree woman she is.

She actually fell asleep.

Beds really are cozier than couches.

The bed’s so big, there’s no way Olivia Young could take up the whole thing.

If he quietly slips in, and goes back to the sofa before she wakes, it’ll be like nothing happened.

Perfect plan!

That settles it.

Frederick Fairfax tiptoed under the covers—though it was his own bed, he felt like a thief. The injustice!

Back when he slept alone, he could do whatever he pleased: sprawled every which way, a free and easy king. Now he lay rigidly on his back, as if the Milky Way lay separating him from Olivia Young’s sleeping form.

Surrounded by her faint, sweet scent, Frederick Fairfax drifted off to a deep sleep.

Sunlight poured into the warm room at dawn.

On the large red bed, Frederick Fairfax’s lashes fluttered. His eyes were still closed, but he felt something soft and warm in his arms—so comfortable he couldn’t help kneading it a couple times.

Wait. Something’s wrong.

This feels... off.

“Enjoying your handful?”

Frederick Fairfax shot awake. He found himself staring right into Olivia Young’s sleep-soft face—so close!

“Y-you threw yourself into my arms!”

He flipped the blame, not even noticing his heavy arm was pressing right down on her chest.

“I get that you fell for me at first sight, but this is impossible. You’re carrying someone else's baby; the baby's dad is still in the picture, and then there’s your childhood sweetheart—”

Olivia Young pressed a finger to his lips.

Frederick Fairfax fell silent.

Even her fingers were sweet-scented! Warm and so soft.

He stared at her, dumbfounded.

“You open your eyes and start accusing me? Reversing black and white? Last night, you were still on the sofa. You climbed into bed, hugged me, and when I woke, you wouldn’t budge—I had to practically wrestle you off! And even now, you’re reluctant to let go.” As Olivia Young spoke, she poked him a few times. “Still can’t bring yourself to move, huh?”

Frederick Fairfax awkwardly withdrew his hand and shifted away.

His internal clock was usually dead-on. That’s why he’d dared to sneak into bed—he’d sworn to get up before Olivia Young did.

Who’d have thought she’d wake up first?

Awkward.

He really wasn’t some pervert.

Olivia Young got up and left the bed.

Frederick Fairfax watched her back as she walked away. For just a moment, he was struck by how similar her silhouette looked to that "bad woman" he’d met months ago.

No. It’s not Olivia Young.

Sure, she was abroad too, but just now...he could’ve sworn her chest felt, well, a bit bigger.

Frederick Fairfax!

Get a grip!

You’re a gentleman.

How could you let your mind wander like this?

Frederick Fairfax slapped his own cheeks a few quick times. Taking advantage of Olivia Young’s absence, he dashed into the closet.

Olivia Young returned from the bathroom. Seeing the empty bed, a faint smile appeared on her face.

Considering how much the old man Feng had paid for the bride price, she supposed she could forgive Frederick Fairfax’s wandering hands—this once.

But still!

The agreement had stated: separate rooms, no touching.

Regret. She should’ve included another clause: if either side overstepped, they’d owe a penalty fee.

She really was a business genius.

Patting her stomach, Olivia Young murmured, “Baby, let’s work together and make some money off your dad.”

But would Frederick Fairfax even agree?

Downstairs in the dining room, the two bumped into each other. Grandfather Feng sat there, stern-faced, scolding Frederick Fairfax.

Frederick Fairfax acted as if nothing was happening, calmly eating his breakfast. Only when the old man paused for a sip of water did he put down his chopsticks. “Grandfather, you’re asking too much. I just got married yesterday—I’m a brand-new husband, and already you want me to turn into a model man overnight? That’s too much! Going to work seems easier. I’m off.”

The real reason Frederick Fairfax had only acted in four dramas over six years wasn’t a lack of scripts, or excessive pickiness.

He also had to work at the family corporation.

“Bye-bye, hubby~”

Olivia Young called after him. Frederick Fairfax’s ears turned red.

Fickle woman!

Capricious heart!

So quick to move on!

She’s pregnant with someone else’s baby, likes him too, still flirts with him, always calling him hubby.

He would never, ever fall for her so easily.

╭(╯^╰)╮

Back when she used to bring Grace Gordon drinks, he’d never even gotten a single bottle!

Now she needed a "relief pitcher" and, like a fool, he’d volunteered.

Olivia Young, give it up!

There’s no way, absolutely no way he’d fall for her without a fight.

His heart belonged to that “bad woman” from that night!

No.

That woman had her way with him, then vanished. Not worth it.

Why did he always run into rotten women?

Love was clearly not on his side.

Frederick Fairfax stormed off in a huff.

Olivia Young didn’t mind, of course. She’d deliberately called him “hubby” right in front of Grandfather Feng, just to tease him.

He was way too much fun to mess with.

“Don’t be upset, Lily. Sick people can be temperamental—try to be understanding. If he ever really upsets you, just tell Grandfather. I’ll set him straight,” Grandfather Feng consoled her, clearly fond of Olivia Young.

Other than the whole being-pregnant thing, she really was perfect in every other way.

A master’s degree in law, internship on Wall Street, excellent background, outstanding talent, good looks—she was the ideal match for his eldest grandson.

Olivia Young smiled sweetly. “Thank you, Grandfather.”

Her every “Grandfather” made the old man beam with joy.

Much easier to please than Frederick Fairfax.

After breakfast, Grandfather Feng personally showed her around to get familiar with her new home.

Elsewhere, Frederick Fairfax, after back-to-back morning meetings, returned to his office.

Lately, he felt like a soulless signing machine—signing documents all day before sneaking off to read scripts on his phone.

Because of his recent unexplained nausea, he’d delayed joining the film crew.

And there was another reason: the new drama required him to dye his hair.

With that handsome face of his, whatever color he dyed it, he looked like a heartthrob.

No wonder Olivia Young fell in love at first sight—he was devastatingly handsome.

[Leonard Holmes: Bro, can I announce your marriage to Olivia Young?]

He and Olivia Young’s marriage hadn’t been publicly disclosed.

Only a few relatives knew.

Leonard Holmes was one of them.

While Frederick Fairfax was still confused, Leonard Holmes sent him a screenshot.

It was from a group chat filled with the sons and daughters of Beijing’s elite. Grace Gordon had just asked if anyone knew who Olivia Young had married.

[No way! My goddess got married?]

[Seriously? She posted it on her Moments (WeChat social feed)? How come I didn’t see it?]

[She must’ve blocked me!]

[Me too!]

[She’s being so mysterious. Bet her husband isn’t anyone she wants to show off.]

Frederick Fairfax’s mouth twitched—he wasn’t good enough to show off?

Please.

Even his fans said his looks required no filters, no tricks—he was just born for the camera.

[Did anyone see it? Maybe only Young Master Gu did?]

[Mr. Gordon always was the special one!]

[Maybe she’s not over Grace Gordon, and posted it just for him?]

[Leonard Holmes: I know, I know!!!]

Nobody believed him.

Grace Gordon didn’t say anything either. Did he really think Olivia Young had done it on purpose, that she still had feelings for him?

Frederick Fairfax opened Olivia Young’s WeChat Moments.

Heavens!

He couldn’t see the post either.

He’d been blocked too???

Hah.

Olivia Young, the queen of playing both sides—sweet-talking him with “hubby” in the morning, posting her marriage status for her childhood sweetheart in secret at night.

Trying to make Grace Gordon jealous, as if her real husband didn’t even exist!