【Leonard Holmes: Okay~ Then can I come over to your place tonight?】
【Frederick Fairfax: Why do you want to come?】
【Leonard Holmes: To meet my sister-in-law, of course! We used to be in neighboring classes back in school. So many of our classmates had crushes on her back then.】
Frederick Fairfax had a faint feeling things were headed in the wrong direction.
【Frederick Fairfax: ...You too?】
【Leonard Holmes: Bro, I really envy you!】
【Frederick Fairfax: As much fun as twisted love can be, a normal relationship is the path you should walk. She's your sister-in-law, so keep your thoughts in check! Or I'll wring your head off.】
【Leonard Holmes: Bro, I get it, I really respect you. Hiding your true ability all this time—no wonder you're always traveling abroad, sneaking off to see her, huh? And now she's pregnant, aren't you something!】
No mood to continue chatting.
Frederick Fairfax tossed his phone onto the table, leaned back in his chair, eyes closed, fingers pressing at his temples.
He knew Olivia Young had always been popular.
Even though she'd gone abroad right after graduating high school at eighteen.
Before eighteen, during those teenage years, boys and girls would see her at school every day—so youthful and radiant, talented in everything from music and chess to academics and sports. She was excellent in every way, and it was impossible not to develop a crush.
As the saying goes, 'the willow planted unintentionally has grown into a shade.'
She never meant to attract anyone, but those love-struck boys couldn't help falling for her, nursing their secret crushes in silence.
They all knew she had a childhood sweetheart. Grace Gordon was also an outstanding person, so they kept their feelings hidden away.
Five years.
Five whole years had passed!
Who would have imagined Olivia Young would return home visibly pregnant?
Explosive news!
After the welcome dinner, the entire Beijing social circle was abuzz discussing Olivia Young's pregnancy and, even more, who her partner might be.
No one knew who Olivia Young's partner actually was.
As the child's stepfather, shouldn't he have a right to know?
Meanwhile, after touring Frederick Fairfax’s luxurious villa, Olivia Young lazily curled up on the sofa with a book. Her phone buzzed several times before she finally picked it up.
【Grace Gordon: Lily, you pretended to get married and made a WeChat Moments post just for me to see. Why go to such great lengths to deceive me?】
Ugh...
Why does he always think like that?
Is this what the male lead is like?
【Grace Gordon: Lily, are you in some kind of trouble?】
【Grace Gordon: Lily, let’s meet. I’ll come find you at your place.】
In the original novel, he did this too—rushed over to see her, and after Ann Wanwan got upset, he’d go coax her.
What a busy guy.
A true master of time management.
On one hand, he's drawn to Ann Wanwan’s stubborn resilience and attentiveness; on the other, he thinks only someone of his own status is suitable for him.
Jerk!
Total douche.
【Olivia Young: You’re overthinking it. I’m at my husband’s house, and I only set that post for you to see because you said you’d like it.】
Right away, Grace Gordon started a video call.
Olivia Young hung up instantly.
She didn’t like talking on the phone, much less video chats.
【Grace Gordon: You don't even dare pick up a video call or let me meet your husband. Is it because he doesn't exist, or are you just lying to me?】
【Olivia Young: Let's just say I'm lying. If I actually said I didn't like you anymore, that I've moved on, would you finally let me go? Grace Gordon, we've never even been together. Why be like this? It’s embarrassing.】
Grace Gordon was always proud.
In the original story, when someone tentatively suggested he might be interested in Ann Wanwan, he vehemently denied it.
He yelled that no matter who he fell for, it would never be Ann Wanwan.
In the end, he ended up totally humiliated.
He didn't want others to look down on him, especially not for being with a so-called 'ordinary' girl like Ann Wanwan who didn’t fit into their social circle.
What an idiot.
Grace Gordon didn't reply again. Instead, Quentin Young called to report that Grace Gordon had come to their house.
Quentin Young had blocked him right at the door, not letting him in.
【Fairy Sis: You did great.】
【Smelly Brother: Sis! Can I come see you? Miss you, miss you, miss you!】
【Smelly Brother: Sis, please...】
【Smelly Brother:
】
Why not?
She was practically the co-owner of Lakeview Manor now.
After she agreed, Olivia Young could feel Quentin Young's excitement through the screen—like a little wolf cub howling with joy.
Night fell.
Work hours were long over, but Frederick Fairfax still hadn't returned.
In the dining room, Sir Fairfax sat with a dark expression. "Let's start eating. No need to wait for him."
"Grandfather, he probably has a social engagement tonight. Please don't get upset over something so trivial." Olivia Young spoke softly, comforting the old man.
She wouldn’t be upset just because Frederick Fairfax had missed dinner.
He could come back or not—she didn’t care.
Even if he had to leave for a film crew and be gone for months, she wouldn't mind.
Though, it would make things a little less interesting.
"It's you who's being put out."
"Grandfather, I don’t feel wronged. If anyone is, it’s him. He’s bottling things up inside; maybe blowing off some steam out there will do him good." Olivia Young smiled gently, her words perfectly considerate.
Sir Fairfax felt even more embarrassed and told someone to call Frederick Fairfax again.
Quentin Young happily accompanied his sister for dinner.
And secretly docked Frederick Fairfax a few points in his heart.
He’d never supported his sister marrying Frederick Fairfax, and now he was even more against it.
They finished dinner, and still Frederick Fairfax hadn’t come back.
The siblings went upstairs, and Quentin Young went to the music room to play piano for the baby in his sister’s belly.
After a few songs, curiosity got the better of him. "Sis, is the baby going to be mixed race?"
"Nope."
"What does he look like, then? Can you show me a picture? He's...well, he's gone, but there must be a photo! Come on, let me see, please, please, please." Quentin Young tugged at her arm and whined, "Pretty please~~"
"Sis~"
Frederick Fairfax’s face was practically everywhere.
But that night, he’d worn a mask—she hadn’t realized it was him!
When she found out, it was already the next day.
Even if she had seen his face, she didn’t know Frederick Fairfax was a celebrity.
"You sure are curious, huh?"
"I need to know what the baby’s dad looks like so I can imagine what my little nephew or niece will look like! If you won’t tell me…" Quentin Young lowered his eyes, staring at her baby bump. "Baby, I'm your super handsome uncle! Your dear mommy refuses to tell me anything about your dad, so your uncle knows nothing. Isn’t that sad…"
"Don’t worry, the baby's dad is extremely handsome. There’s no way our baby will be ugly." Olivia Young patted him gently. "Keep playing—the baby likes hearing you play the piano."
"Really?"
Quentin Young’s eyes shone.
"Then I’ll play for the baby every day! I want to stay here!"
Olivia Young hadn’t even answered when a car engine sounded downstairs.
The siblings exchanged a knowing glance—Frederick Fairfax must be back.
"Ignore him and keep playing," she said.
Quentin Young obediently continued.
Downstairs, Sir Fairfax glared as Frederick Fairfax strode in, then brought down his cane with a thud.
Clutching his chest, Sir Fairfax roared, “Frederick Fairfax! What’s gotten into you? Take a look at yourself! And what’s going on with your hair?”