Early in the morning, someone was already acting cute.

Who could possibly resist?

Well, not Frederick Fairfax, that’s for sure.

Under Olivia Young’s syrupy-sweet "Hubby, hubby" onslaught, he finally nodded.

Their hotel was quite upscale, not every actor stayed here.

Just a few of them were booked into this place; the rest of the crew stayed elsewhere.

They even rode separately to the set.

Only Bella Snow, bold as ever, chirped, “Baby, baby!” and plopped herself right into the front passenger seat.

“Baby, you look gorgeous this morning—instant knockout!”

“She calls you 'baby'?” Frederick Fairfax finally had it figured out.

“Boss Feng, I’ve always called her that. You call your wife what you want; I’ll stick with my ‘baby’. There’s no conflict,” Bella Snow replied breezily.

It just felt off to Frederick Fairfax.

His heart prickled with jealousy.

Not that he was actually jealous, of course. This was just normal male possessiveness, he consoled himself.

As the car cruised smoothly along, Olivia Young dozed off, curling up against Frederick Fairfax.

Bella Snow turned around from the front. “Boss Feng, I’m rooting for you two—don’t let me down, okay?”

“What?”

“You and Lily! Sure, she and Grace Gordon were childhood sweethearts, but now Feiran's got a stand-in at his side, and he isn’t exactly trapped overseas. You can just tell—guys like that always lose out to the unexpected dark horse.” Bella Snow lowered her voice. “Lily wanted to come home for five years, and every time something happened. Now that she’s finally back, I hope you two get your happiness.”

Something strange always happened when she tried to return? Why couldn’t she come back? Weird.

Frederick Fairfax thought these last five years had flown by.

Olivia Young’s sleep was fitful; she could vaguely hear their conversation, but didn’t bother opening her eyes.

They were filming a modern drama this time.

Olivia Young sat on a chair reserved for Frederick Fairfax, scarf bundled around her neck, clutching a hot water pack, and quietly waited for him.

Today’s scene took place in an unfinished building. Frederick Fairfax’s character had just caught an undercover cop—and then killed him.

His acting was impeccable—savage, defiant, thoroughly wicked, with a hint of aristocratic cruelty. All it took was a shift in his gaze to embody this dangerous, ruthless heir.

Terrifying.

Olivia Young was genuinely spooked.

Could he really be violent deep down? Was acting just how he let his beastly instincts out, pretending to be normal all the rest of the time?

“Baby, your man’s acting doesn’t LOOK like acting,” Bella Snow whispered beside her.

No, it really didn’t. He looked like he was actually bludgeoning someone to death, iron rod in hand, black leather shoes stained with blood. Some of it smeared across his cheek from his bloodied stomach, where he wiped it away with sinful nonchalance before shooting the man on the floor.

Yikes. Her scalp tingled.

“Sweetie, this is just filming, not real life. He’s still gentle in reality,” Olivia Young told herself—more than she told her “sweetie.”

This was the man she’d be around day and night? No way.

With Frederick Fairfax busy on set for ages, she had plenty of breathing room.

He wasn’t some psycho in real life. Only in the movies.

Frederick Fairfax, still in costume and bloodied makeup, strolled over. “Wife, how was my acting?”

Olivia Young clapped silently, trying to calm down.

Bravo! He almost scared her witless. For a moment, she wondered if he’d developed a split personality.

He took a drink while someone touched up his makeup.

“I thought it was pretty good. Why aren’t you smiling?”

Olivia Young prodded the corners of her own mouth upward with her fingers—manual smile mode activated.

Frederick Fairfax leaned closer, fake blood smeared on his cheek. “Let me rub your hair.”

Since when did she get perks like this?

“Someone just styled it for you.”

“Doesn’t matter, go ahead.”

A little mussed up fit the post-fight look anyway.

Olivia Young happily obliged, running her fingers through his hair as if petting a dog. Pure joy!

Hehe.

Bella Snow: Σ (ﾟДﾟ;)

So this is just how those two interact?

Frederick Fairfax lets himself be petted just to please his wife? She was jealous.

“Are you happy now?”

Frederick Fairfax pinched her face. Everything she’d felt was written plain as day: terror and shock.

Olivia Young, still holding a handful of his pink hair, shot back, “You totally seem like you’ve got a second personality! The real Frederick Fairfax wouldn’t let me do this. Who are you? Come out of my husband!”

“Was I really that scary?”

“Yes.”

“Good! Means I acted well!” Frederick Fairfax was delighted.

He spun away, back to the set.

Olivia Young: ...So he only came over just to mess with me? He wasn’t REALLY worried at all.

They stayed on set until nightfall. By the time they returned to the hotel, it was already 11 p.m.

Olivia Young fell asleep in the car. When they arrived, Frederick Fairfax was about to carry her, but she woke up just in time.

He sheepishly pulled his outstretched hand back. “We’re here.”

“It’s not like I won’t give you the chance—you just woke me up,” Olivia Young said as she held onto his arm to get out. “How about you just carry me after we get out of the car, and I’ll pretend not to notice?”

“Nope. Walk yourself!” Frederick Fairfax insisted, lugging a bag full of her things—snacks, drinks, even books—from their day out.

“Jingche!”

Liam Rivers appeared out of nowhere, forcing his way into the elevator, followed by Shane Ling.

“Jingche, I’ve been waiting for ages. I was going to visit the set, but figured you were filming and it would be rude. Filming ran pretty late today.” Liam Rivers tugged Shane Ling over. “This is my wife, Shane Ling. You’ve met, right?”

“Go on, introduce yourself,” Liam Rivers prompted.

Shane Ling forced a bitter smile. “President Feng, it’s true—Liam Rivers and I are getting divorced. He refuses to agree unless I leave with nothing. I can’t believe he’s the one who cheated, yet he wants me penniless and won’t give me the child. What right does he have?”

Liam Rivers’s face turned stormy.

“What are you talking about? That’s not what you said on the way here!”

He grabbed her wrist, agitated. “Shane Ling, get a grip! If you ruin me, what will you get? I’m not just your husband—I’m your child’s father! I’m everything to you! How can you be so heartless? You want to destroy me over one mistake? I can’t believe you’re this kind of woman!”

“One mistake? It was more than once and with more than one person! Liam Rivers, this is the elevator—are you sure you want to discuss how many people you’ve cheated with in public? If the guard’s watching or just a gossip, your reputation's shot!” Shane Ling shook him off. “Don’t touch me! You’re disgusting!”

“Shane Ling, we’re husband and wife! If you ruin me, you won’t get a penny after the divorce!”

“It’s not like you were going to give me anything anyway. If I don’t get what I deserve, I’m not above going down with you!”

The elevator erupted with their bickering.

Olivia Young leaned against Frederick Fairfax and whispered, “Maybe we should just get out first?” Leaving the space for people who clearly needed it more.

“No way. Why should we leave?” Frederick Fairfax took her hand. “Let’s listen—see what else he makes up.”

Frederick Fairfax, you’re way more gossipy than you let on.

Smack! Someone had just gotten slapped.