With his pink hair on full display, Frederick Fairfax picked up the cane from the ground and strode in front of the old master. "Grandfather, it’s just for a movie role."

In all these years, there had never been a man in the Fairfax family who’d dyed his hair pink. Frederick Fairfax was the first.

Sir Fairfax had always disapproved of Frederick Fairfax dabbling in show business. But Frederick Fairfax thought his life was unbearably dull—a monotonous rotation of work, travel, and leisure. Eager to taste something different, he’d decided to shoot a film for fun.

Of course, once he started, he couldn't quit. The old man firmly opposed, and since Frederick Fairfax's parents were living and working abroad, he had to cut down on his acting gigs. Six years in showbiz had only yielded four movies; the rest of the time, he stuck to his day job and rarely showed his face publicly.

He was, without question, the entertainment industry’s most mysterious figure. Even if the paparazzi managed to snap a photo, no one dared to publish it.

"Pink hair… so what kind of role are you playing this time?"

"A rich, spoiled brat. The super-villainous type, too," Frederick Fairfax replied, helping the old man sit down.

Sir Fairfax’s head began to ache. He sighed heavily and rested his fingers against his temples. "Frederick Fairfax, you’re the president of our group now. Your image represents the whole Fairfax family. And now you’re playing a bad guy—with pink hair no less! What are you thinking?"

He was practically about to faint from anger.

Frederick Fairfax patted the old man’s chest, trying to soothe him. "Grandfather, a movie is just a movie. People know the difference between fiction and reality."

"Well, I don’t care! I absolutely do not approve of you playing a villain!"

For the sake of his strange illness—for the sake of his very survival—Grandfather had once even believed a fortune teller who said an arranged marriage to Olivia Young (a pregnant woman) would save him. The old man’s opposition to this film was probably only temporary. The old guy just needed a bit of coaxing.

"Grandfather, I just got married. Isn’t this a way to give my new wife a little sense of novelty?"

Sir Fairfax’s gaze sharpened, as if asking: What’s the point of giving Olivia Young any novelty?

"Don’t try that on me! Dye that ridiculous pink out of your hair tomorrow. If you don’t, don’t come home!" He rapped Frederick Fairfax on the leg with his cane and stomped off in a huff.

Ouch, he actually hit him! Didn’t that hurt?

Frederick Fairfax climbed the stairs with a sour expression.

"Sis, is that your husband?"

The siblings stepped out of the music room just in time to see Frederick Fairfax head upstairs. Pink hair!

Why did he dye it pink?

That night, she’d worn a pink wig, too. Did he know something, or was he just reminiscing?

His face was so handsome that he could do whatever he wanted—pink hair couldn’t hide his good looks. The usual hint of arrogance curled at his lips—a wild, untamed air.

What was happening? Why was her heart beating so fast all of a sudden? Do pregnant women get flustered like this? Apparently, yes.

Olivia Young found herself surprisingly drawn to this unbridled, rebellious vibe that Frederick Fairfax was giving off. He was so cool~

Frederick Fairfax ignored the two as they stared at him. "What are you doing in my house?"

Quentin Young replied with a haughty face, "Naturally, I’m here for my sister. You’re her husband, but you don’t come home to have dinner with her or keep her company. Of course, as her brother, it’s my duty! Don’t worry, do your job; I’ll make sure both your wife and child are looked after."

Something felt off! Wasn’t it weird for her brother to say something like that? This world is seriously nuts.

"If anyone in the Young family had an ounce of decency, you’d never say something like that," Frederick Fairfax muttered through gritted teeth as he walked past the siblings.

"What’s that supposed to mean? If you’re not willing to be married, get divorced now!" Quentin Young wasn’t backing down. "My sister is amazing, Frederick Fairfax, you—"

…Why wasn’t he finishing his sentence? Frederick Fairfax glanced back and saw Olivia Young quickly clamp a hand over her brother’s mouth. With a single warning glare, the brat obediently lowered his head.

"Go back to your guest room."

"Okay…"

The troublesome little brother scampered off.

"Frederick Fairfax."

"What?"

Olivia Young came over, staring directly at his pink hair. "It’s so trendy. Looks great on you."

Damn it! Without even realizing it, he’d made her like him more.

Sure, he knew he was good looking, but did she have to compliment him? Whenever she praised him, he could practically feel that she was just after his looks.

"Can I touch it?"

She really was after his looks!

The light shimmered in Olivia Young’s beautiful eyes as she smiled, unable to hide her excitement. Her hands itched with the urge to reach out. She looked kind of adorable.

Frederick Fairfax stiffened. "No way! We agreed—no physical contact, remember?"

"Oh? But this morning you grabbed my chest—and you touched it a bunch of times. And last night, you cuddled me while we slept," Olivia Young said, holding out her hands expectantly. "That means you owe a fine."

"A fine? What is this about?" He was baffled.

"I drafted up an addendum to our agreement today," Olivia Young answered, eyes lingering on his pink hair. "I’ll fetch it from the bedroom for you to see."

In the bedroom, Frederick Fairfax lounged on the sofa, long legs crossed, two thin sheets of A4 paper in his hand. The contents were identical.

Hand-holding, hugging, kissing... Each act had a 10,000 yuan penalty. Was this a fine, or an invitation to pay for services rendered?

Something felt off. Was this even legal?

"Olivia Young, you studied law!" he protested openly.

"So what? If you disagree, don’t sign," she said coolly. "You woke up this morning holding me—just let me touch your hair, and I’ll let it slide."

Let it slide? How did she have the nerve? He’d even married her, after all.

Pink hair! That adorable pink hair—here it comes.

Frederick Fairfax’s face fell with utter resignation, while Olivia Young's eyes sparkled with glee. Wow. She actually got to touch it.

His hair was so soft, and the pink must have taken a long time to achieve. First bleach, then color—no wonder he’d come home so late.

Olivia Young started out standing in front of him, fingers buried in his hair. He lowered his legs, spreading them slightly, so she ended up standing right in between them, leaning closer.

Her scent—soft and sweet, like last night—wafted over him. Frederick Fairfax dared not glance around, since his eyes would surely land on the alluring whiteness of her chest. He was a normal man, after all.

"Happy now?"

Frederick Fairfax suddenly grabbed her wrist. "Olivia Young, don’t push your luck."

The atmosphere shifted inexplicably, the air quickly taking on a hint of intimacy. Frederick Fairfax's breathing grew heavier, his deep eyes fixated intently on her.

"I have no idea when you snuck into my bed last night, or how long you held me as you slept…" Olivia Young said innocently.

Frederick Fairfax's thumb stroked her wrist. Such slim bones—she was pregnant, so what made her so bold?

If he ever applied just a bit more force, Olivia Young would be on her knees, begging for mercy. Not that he’d ever do something like that—he was at least a gentleman.

"Now my hair's all messed up thanks to you. We’re even." He flung her hand away. "No more touching."

"Is this new look for your next movie? It’s really cool! When are you joining the crew?" Olivia Young asked eagerly. She was genuinely curious about how movies were made.

Frederick Fairfax’s films were always top-notch. Since he invested his own money, he called the shots on set—he was the boss, and no one dared bully him. As long as he maintained his taste, his movies couldn’t possibly go bad.

Frederick Fairfax eyed her warily. "What are you scheming?"

Olivia Young patted her baby bump, "The baby and I want to visit the set to see you at work~"

"Out of the question! Olivia Young, our marriage is still a secret. No one can know you’re my wife!" He raked his fingers through his hair in frustration. "Half of Kingston* is still guessing who you married. I don’t want anyone to find out. It'd be a disgrace to my reputation." (*Note: Kingston is shorthand for Beijing.)

Olivia Young arched an amused eyebrow. "Frederick Fairfax, I can’t tell if you’re just naive or downright silly. Even if people find out, there are ways to make sure it doesn’t ruin your reputation."

"What are you talking about?"