Frederick Fairfax didn’t believe it.

He had to check for himself.

Olivia Young’s alt account only had a handful of Weibo posts—all from today, all condemning Liam Rivers.

Nothing about him.

Wasn’t she supposed to be his secret fan? He refused to accept it.

He scrolled through the comments she’d posted.

The only one related to him said: 'Pink-haired Che Che is kind of cute though.'

Just one!

Just one!!!

Even though she was complimenting him, why didn’t he feel happy?

There were over ten comments criticizing Liam Rivers!

“Can I look at your main account?”

“No.”

Olivia Young’s response was merciless. She snatched her phone back. “I told you not to look, but you wouldn’t listen.”

“Isn’t your alt for fangirling?”

“Did I ever say that?” Olivia Young retorted. “That’s just something you made up in your head.”

“You just said you used it to clown on me—clearly you were praising me. Lily, you don’t say what you mean.” Frederick Fairfax was dying to see her main account.

It must be wall-to-wall praise for him, right?

Compliments about his looks, right?

“I could post embarrassing photos of you right now.”

Olivia Young didn’t have a main account. Only alts.

She wasn’t stupid. Marrying someone like Frederick Fairfax—a megastar with a tidal wave of fans—she knew the minute her Weibo was made public, the DMs would explode. She was pregnant and had zero desire to be flamed.

The only thing that mattered was keeping her mood happy.

Not just Weibo—even her other social media accounts were all set to private.

She was committed to leaving no trace online.

This Weibo account was useless now, too. Frederick Fairfax had found it.

She’d deactivate it tonight, end of story!

“Don’t! I am Frederick Fairfax. There’s not a single bad photo of me on the entire internet, and I’ve never been ugly.”

Frederick Fairfax really did have that much confidence.

And, honestly, he had the credentials to back it up.

He was the big boss of Feng Group. Who would dare to upload a bad photo of him?

Well, she would.

Just not right now.

If Frederick Fairfax ever pissed her off one day, she would absolutely post it.

“Wife.”

“Hm?”

What was with that mischievous smile of his?

“All these autographs are wearing me out. I need a little energy boost.”

“Just a sec.”

Olivia Young started rooting through her pockets.

She pulled out a piece of chocolate, unwrapped it, and popped it into his mouth.

“Feeling energized now? Then finish the autographs.”

She turned his head back toward the waiting stack. “Sign them all before you head off to set.”

Frederick Fairfax crunched down on the chocolate in a single bite.

She was definitely doing this on purpose!

The next day, the autographed photos Frederick Fairfax had finished were all delivered to the company by Quentin Young.

That evening, Olivia Young and Frederick Fairfax attended the Shaw family matriarch’s 80th birthday celebration.

The banquet hall buzzed with laughter and clinking glasses. It was a lively, extravagant affair.

Ever since getting pregnant, Olivia Young rarely appeared in public. This was her first time attending an event with Frederick Fairfax since they officially announced their marriage.

The Shaw family had been an established, prestigious clan in Beijing for generations. Tonight’s birthday party was destined to be packed with elite guests.

It was the perfect stage for everyone to see with their own eyes—

She, Olivia Young, was now married to Frederick Fairfax.

She and Grace Gordon were a thing of the past.

She was going to break free from the original plot.

By the time Olivia Young and Frederick Fairfax arrived, the venue was already full of guests.

Looping her arm through his, she whispered, “Here I was thinking you came home for me. Turns out it was just for this party.”

“I came to see you. The party is just an afterthought.”

Of course, Frederick Fairfax had his own reasons.

There were just too many people eyeballing Olivia Young.

All those pre-nup agreement clauses? He’d tossed them aside for now.

Besides, that chat group was practically full of people hoping he and Olivia Young would get divorced ASAP.

Many of them would be at this banquet tonight.

He absolutely had to bring Olivia Young with him.

They’d barely sat down when guests started coming over to greet them.

“Good evening, President Feng! And this must be your wife? What a perfect match you two make.”

“Ms. Yu, evening! The baby due soon?”

“Ms. Yu, you’re so beautiful even while pregnant—President Feng is so lucky!”

The true motives behind these greetings weren’t exactly subtle.

Whether or not she gave birth was none of their business.

Did they think he wasn’t the stepdad here?

The more people came to say hello, the more Frederick Fairfax hammed it up. He started feeding Olivia Young strawberries, right there at the table.

What was he even doing!

He didn’t feed her like this at home, so why now?

Olivia Young, mortified, opened her mouth and shot him a pleading look—knock it off already.

She was so awkward she wanted to die.

Had Frederick Fairfax been possessed by someone else?

Enemies really did cross paths at every turn!

While Olivia Young ate her strawberry, Grace Gordon took a seat at their table—his date tonight was Annabelle Winters.

Wow.

No wonder she was the original female lead.

Annabelle Winters wore an ice-blue mermaid gown, her makeup impeccable. A string of white pearls adorned her fair neck. She looked every inch the noble heiress.

Grace Gordon might be trash, but he was more than willing to spend money on Annabelle Winters.

Olivia Young and Annabelle Winters’s gazes met in midair for a split second before they both turned away.

Tonight, she had to stick close to Frederick Fairfax, never leaving his side. She wouldn’t let the plots of the original story get their hooks in her.

Whatever happened, she couldn’t let herself fly off the handle.

She would never hurt Annabelle Winters’s child.

Olivia Young sipped her warm milk in little gulps, calming herself down.

She’d only just left the hospital—not about to end up back there.

After finishing her glass, Olivia Young hooked her pinky around Frederick Fairfax’s under the table.

A gentle, playful tease.

Frederick Fairfax’s heart skipped a beat. He set his wine glass down and leaned his head close to her ear.

“Hubby, there’s so many people here tonight. You have to stick by me—my safety, and the baby’s, are both on you. Okay?” Olivia Young’s voice was soft as a summer breeze, her breath tickling his ear.

“Alright.”

Frederick Fairfax swelled with pride on the inside.

See? He knew Olivia Young was crazy about him.

She couldn’t bear to be apart from him, even out in public.

How could he not want to show her off?

They were a real couple.

Lady Shaw finally entered, escorted by Zachary Shaw, who welcomed family and friends before seating the guest of honor.

Zachary Shaw and his father came around with wine to toast everyone.

A subtle twinge of alarm went off in Frederick Fairfax’s mind—this Zachary Shaw was the worst of the bunch.

No one wanted to see him and Lily split up more than Zachary Shaw.

“Lily! Long time no see.”

Lily~~

Who let him call her that?

So intimate, too.

Those sparkling eyes of his.

Why was he so happy about her having his kid?

“Long time no see.” Olivia Young raised her milk in a toast, “Wishing the Madam years of happiness and health.”

“Grandma sends her blessings. She’s hoping I’ll hurry up and get married myself!” Zachary Shaw glanced over at Frederick Fairfax.

Too bad he and Lily weren’t meant to be.

Frederick Fairfax totally lucked out.

He was so jealous he could scream.

He used to envy Grace Gordon, now he envied Frederick Fairfax.

Zachary Shaw took a deep drink before moving on to the next table.

“He likes you.”

“Plenty of people like me,” Olivia Young replied coolly.

Frederick Fairfax wasn’t satisfied with her answer. “Not as many as like me.”

Is this really a competition?

“You’re a superstar—the whole world is your fan club. Hubby, you’re the best!”

Olivia Young praised him sweetly. Grace Gordon, sitting opposite, couldn’t miss a word. Frederick Fairfax absolutely loved it.

He snuck his hand under the table, entwining his fingers with hers.

“I want to eat.”

Olivia Young gently pulled her fingers free. “Let’s eat first. After, you can hold my hand as much as you want.”

She was definitely not letting him leave her side—not even for a moment.

Especially not to get stuck alone with Annabelle Winters.

Once she was full, Olivia Young stood to go to the restroom.

Frederick Fairfax escorted her all the way to the door, then waited patiently outside.

Annabelle Winters walked by him and disappeared into the bathroom as well.

A few minutes later, a piercing scream rang out from inside.

“Aaaaah—!”