"Honey~"

"Honey, we’re having hotpot tonight!"

When Frederick Fairfax returned home, Olivia Young greeted him with a sugary-sweet voice. The contrast to how she’d acted when he’d left that morning was almost comical.

So that’s what happens when Grandfather’s around.

Scenes flashed through Frederick Fairfax’s mind. Every time Olivia Young called him "hubby" in that coy, syrupy tone—was Grandfather always present for those moments?

He didn’t think so. Sometimes Grandfather wasn’t around.

So she wasn’t just pretending for Grandfather's sake; she really was close to him of her own accord.

"What were you doing at the office? Why are you back so late? Don’t you know your wife’s pregnant!" Old Master Yu glared at his hair. "And what’s this hair color about? Are you hoping this old man will outlive his own grandson?"

Ever since marrying Olivia Young, Frederick Fairfax and Grandfather had been locked in a never-ending generational standoff.

If Grandfather wasn’t teasing or criticizing him, it just didn’t feel right.

But today, Frederick Fairfax wasn’t in the mood to bicker. He went straight to sit beside Olivia Young.

"Grandfather, it’s not the same. Cheche’s hair is silver, yours is white—they’re totally different. Silver hair is all the rage these days, and I think he looks great." Olivia Young leaned her head on Frederick Fairfax’s shoulder, jumping in to protect him.

"He’s handsome, sure—but that’s his looks and physique, not the hairstyle. All right, as long as my granddaughter-in-law doesn’t mind, it’s fine. I just didn’t want your wife to leave you—imagine the shame if you came crying to me! I couldn’t handle that embarrassment!"

"Grandfather, my wife fell for me at first sight. She’d never leave me!"

As soon as he finished, Frederick Fairfax suddenly sensed something was off.

That morning, hadn’t Olivia Young also mentioned it was love at first sight with her baby’s father?

Wait a minute...

Frederick Fairfax was fuming!

He leaned close, his warm lips brushing Olivia Young’s ear. "So, exactly how many men have you fallen for at first sight?"

If it's more than two, that's just being fickle! Might as well call it playing the field, right?

"Why don’t you guess?" Olivia Young replied softly, with a gentle smile. "If you guess right, there’s a prize."

Guess? What am I supposed to guess!

Aghhh! Olivia Young was really pushing him to the edge.

He just wanted a peaceful life with her.

But she had to tease him like this...

Fine, tonight he wouldn’t serve her any food at dinner. He’d let her fend for herself.

At the table, Quentin Young gleefully used the communal chopsticks to pile food onto Olivia Young's plate.

Frederick Fairfax closed his eyes and sighed…

Clearly, Olivia Young wasn’t lacking in doting caretakers.

After hotpot, everyone reeked of the meal.

Olivia Young wanted to wash her hair.

Ever since becoming pregnant, she’d never washed it herself.

She and Aunt Holly went upstairs.

Frederick Fairfax stopped Quentin Young.

"Brother-in-law, what do you want?" Quentin Young leaned lazily against the wall. "You’re just now trying to learn my sister’s preferences? Aren’t you a bit late?"

"That’s not what I was going to ask."

"Then what is it?"

"Has Olivia Young really not come back at all these past five years?"

"Nope. She always meant to, but something went wrong every time she tried—how do you know about that?" Suddenly Quentin Young looked serious. "You think it’s weird, huh?"

"It’s more than weird. It just doesn’t add up." Frederick Fairfax’s voice was dark and low.

Olivia Young had mentioned this before; he had thought she was exaggerating.

But after Ian Hope’s investigation, he had to believe it.

Mainly because the whole thing was just too bizarre to make up.

"It’s all in the past anyway. Now, my sister’s right here with us."

Suddenly, Frederick Fairfax patted Quentin Young’s shoulder. "Then… do you know who the baby’s father is?"

"No idea."

"What does he look like?"

"My sister won’t say, but she promised: the baby won’t be ugly. The dad is probably pretty good-looking. Brother-in-law, you said so yourself—the baby takes my sister’s surname. The first kid isn’t yours, but the second is! The baby’s not yours, but your wife is. If you don’t want her, honestly, I’d support you two getting a divorce… my sister doesn’t want that, but…"

Quentin Young trailed off, pushing Frederick Fairfax’s hand away. "Brother-in-law, it’s fine if you don’t like my sister. She might not like you either…"

"That’s enough."

Frederick Fairfax’s expression was icy. "Shut up."

Staying at his house and trash-talking him—see if he didn’t kick him out.

Olivia Young doesn’t like me? Not possible.

Back then, he’d fought tooth and nail against a marriage alliance; Olivia Young had been reluctant at first, but later, she suddenly agreed with a smile.

If that wasn’t a case of playing hard to get, what was?

"Your sister loves me. Stop trying to sow discord between us."

"If you want to delude yourself, that’s your business. As long as you’re happy." Quentin Young saw him to the door. "Aunt Holly is helping my sister wash her hair tonight. Brother-in-law, this is your golden chance to strengthen your relationship—don’t say I didn’t give you a heads-up."

Those two siblings were definitely cut from the same cloth.

Give you a slap, then offer you a sweet date afterward.

They were both experts at tugging at people's emotions.

Frederick Fairfax headed back to the master bedroom and made a beeline for the bathroom.

Olivia Young had just lain down, her hair spread out, water temperature adjusted just right. Aunt Holly was combing her hair.

"Here, I’ll do it."

"Young master, do you even know how?" Aunt Holly sounded skeptical.

"Out."

Fine then.

How hard could washing hair be, anyway?

Frederick Fairfax took off his jacket, leaving just a white dress shirt. Rolling up his sleeves, he slowly started combing Olivia Young’s hair.

Olivia Young was idly scrolling on her phone as she lay there. "Be gentle! If you hurt me..."

"I’m already being extra careful."

"Gentler."

"Your hair’s all tangled."

Olivia Young rolled her eyes. "My hair is not tangled. If it is, I’ll smack you!"

"You want to hit me now—are you after domestic violence or something?"

"Why can’t it just be playfulness? When I smack you, you could pretend I’m caressing you, you know? Show a little emotional intelligence, please."

"Well, then come on—touch me, not your phone." Frederick Fairfax leaned close. "Go ahead!"

He’s being a pest again, huh?

Olivia Young raised her hand and gently tapped his cheek.

There wasn’t much force, or sound—the angle just wasn’t great for it.

Frederick Fairfax snickered. "That’s all you’ve got?"

"I…"

Olivia Young stared at that face only inches away. "Are you here to help me wash my hair, or looking for a kiss?"

"I’m an adult. I want both, obviously."

"Aren’t you greedy." Olivia Young pursed her lips. "Fine—wash my hair, then you can have a kiss."

After all, rewards have to be given when deserved. Like training a pet: when it behaves, give it a bone.

Wait… did that make her the bone? That didn’t sound right.

This was his first time washing a girl’s hair. Olivia Young’s hair was long and thick. Frederick Fairfax asked about the pressure, the water temperature, whether anything was itchy or uncomfortable.

Olivia Young put her phone down. "Frederick Fairfax, you sound like you’re about to try to sell me a VIP package or something."

"Olivia Young, think about it—when have I, a pampered young master, ever waited on anyone before? You're the first. Even my grandpa never asked me to wash his hair. All these lines—I’m just repeating what I’ve heard from outside salons. Did I nail it or what?"

"Nailed it. Seriously, if the Fairfax family ever goes bankrupt, you could be a shampoo boy at a salon. Dye your hair blond and wear a headset—you'd really look the part." Olivia Young pictured it and couldn’t stop smiling.

Too funny.

Nothing pleased him more than seeing her happy.

Frederick Fairfax, big-hearted as he was, let her off the hook this time.

With his hands full of lather, he said, "Lily, I think that fortune-teller we met really did have some skill. Maybe we should find him again!"

Olivia Young was astonished: "Why? Last time you were cursing him for speaking nonsense—and threatened to kill him! If you are going to kill someone, don’t do it in front of me—I’m pregnant! Blood is inauspicious for expectant mothers, and the baby can’t hear that kind of talk."