"No way!" She ruffled Frederick Fairfax's hair. "I prefer the wild and rebellious you from before."

"Come on, do it yourself—self-reliance pays off."

With a reluctant sigh, Frederick Fairfax trudged off to the bathroom.

By the time he came out, Olivia Young was already asleep.

Since his wife might wake up in the middle of the night, he didn't dare disturb her.

He slipped quietly under the covers, pulling his sweet-scented, soft wife into his arms, and drifted into a deep sleep.

That night, he dreamed a passionate, heady dream.

The woman from that fateful night—a whirlwind affair—was there again, wrapped up in his arms, tender and close.

But when he reached out to remove her mask—he woke up.

Eyes open, he found the bedroom utterly still, Olivia Young still sleeping soundly beside him, warmth filling the room.

He honestly felt like he was living the life—wife, a kid, family warmth.

Bliss.

Time to snooze some more.

Before he was married, he’d be up at six-thirty every morning for training.

Now, it was already seven, and he was still lazing in bed.

Someone else had already headed to the nursery to play with the baby.

"Baby!"

"Stinky baby!"

"Who pooped and made such a stink, huh? Smelly, smelly!"

Olivia Young cuddled the little bundle, showering her with kisses and snuggles.

Other people weren't allowed to fuss over the baby’s cheeks, but as her mother, Olivia Young had full rights.

"I want to kiss her too!"

"And I want to hold her..."

Quentin Young ran in, still in pajamas.

His hair stuck up messily, and his face was adorably groggy.

His room was just across from the nursery, so he made a beeline for his little niece as soon as he woke.

"No way!"

"I knew you’d say that. Luckily, I came prepared!" Quentin Young fished some plastic wrap out of his pocket.

Olivia Young: "!!!"

What the heck is that?

"I’ll kiss the baby through the wrap, okay? Sis, you can’t object to that, right?"

Olivia Young just smiled without comment.

What could she say at this point?

She could only watch helplessly as Quentin Young—looking like some playful monster—stuck a piece of plastic wrap to her daughter's face and proceeded to plant exaggerated kisses through it.

Poor baby, forgive your silly uncle!

He’ll make money for you when he grows up—so let him have this one, okay?

At breakfast, the old man fixed his gaze on Frederick Fairfax’s silver hair, and his temper flared up instantly.

"Aren't you going to dye it back?"

"Grandfather, I’ve been busy recently."

"Busy? Busy with what? The company’s running fine. Even when you go shoot movies, you can join meetings online. Now the baby’s here, we've got a nanny and housekeepers, and the family’s all around. You don’t need to be the caretaker!" Grandfather muttered as if he might just drag Jingche off to the hairdresser by force.

Frederick Fairfax replied coolly, "I’ve been busy taking care of my wife."

Even though Olivia Young wasn't present, she’d been dragged into the drama by default.

He’s been busy investigating—the truth!

Waiting for the paternity test.

Grandfather was practically steaming.

"Honestly, it looks good," Feng’s father said with some admiration.

Grandfather clutched his chest, fuming. "You all..."

"Quick! Apologize! Don’t upset your grandfather!" Dad instantly switched tracks from praise to panic.

"Grandfather, I’ll dye it today! I’ll go now!"

Frederick Fairfax stood and left.

Today, he’d finally get the paternity results.

He was nervous!

He slid into his car, shutting his eyes as if to rest, but inside, his mind was racing.

If the child was really his—everyone would be overjoyed, and he'd immediately wrestle Olivia Young onto the bed for good measure.

If not, well, it wasn’t much of a loss.

After all these months playing fake dad, he’d score a surprise daughter for free.

At least his wife was still his.

The second child was definitely his.

It had to be!

In the morning, Frederick Fairfax went to the office for a meeting.

In the afternoon, he went to the salon to dye his hair.

By evening, Ian Hope was waiting at the door for him.

The winter night was dark and bone-chilling.

After being used to the boss’s pink or silver hair, seeing it pitch-black again took some getting used to.

Ian Hope handed him the report.

"Have you read it?"

"Boss, no. This kind of thing—you have to see for yourself!"

Whether it would be scandalous or lucky, a rush or a total collapse, it all hinged on that single sheet of paper.

The car sliced through the night toward Lakeview Villa.

Frederick Fairfax tapped his fingers lightly against the file folder.

Ian Hope stole glances at him through the rearview mirror while keeping his eyes on the road.

Was he going to look? Would he really not peek beforehand?

The boss’s sudden insistence on a paternity test had caught everyone off guard.

Everyone knew Olivia Young had returned pregnant from overseas.

She’d gotten pregnant abroad.

And, well, the boss also had a… drunken mishap abroad.

That night’s woman left nothing but a wig.

Even her name was fake.

After searching for months to no avail, the woman instead had ended up at his house?

Unbelievable.

What a ridiculously small world.

"Boss, we’re almost home."

Was he really not going to look before getting out?

If it were him, he’d have opened it in a heartbeat.

Frederick Fairfax kept folding and refolding the report before finally tucking it into his pocket.

He needed a place where he could be alone—a quiet moment to check, just in case he couldn’t control his emotions.

He honestly didn’t know if he’d feel joy or disappointment.

The car pulled up to the gate. Frederick Fairfax got out.

Ian Hope practically exploded with frustration.

Arghh! The biggest scoop ever was right there, but Frederick Fairfax had just walked off without even looking!

He stepped off like nothing had happened, easy as you please!

Ian Hope immediately regretted not getting the chauffeur to pick up Jingche and bring the results to the house, so he could have peeked first.

Inside the first-floor hall, not a soul came to greet him.

Frederick Fairfax stood in the center of the hall, glanced at the servants. "Where is everyone?"

"Upstairs, with little miss."

He used to be the family’s darling, but now Olivia Young and the newborn daughter were the real stars.

He headed straight upstairs to the nursery to find his place.

"Mom, Dad, Grandfather."

All three glanced at him, then went back to doting on the baby.

Seriously?

They'd been making a fuss about his hair for days, but now that he'd dyed it back—not even a nod.

Olivia Young wasn’t there either. She was probably in their room.

Fine then...

Frederick Fairfax left, as if he'd never come, heading for the study upstairs.

He shut the doors and windows, leaving on only a soft lamp. The thin file folder lay on the desk.

Frederick Fairfax braced his hands on the table and stared at the folder, as if trying to see through it by willpower alone.

Time ticked by.

Enough waiting.

Open!

He tore open the folder without looking at the top line, his eyes darting straight down.

In red: [Confirmed Biological Relationship]

Did he read that right?

Father’s name: Frederick Fairfax.

Daughter’s name: Yana Young.

Sample matches. No mistakes.

He wasn’t seeing things.

YES!

Excitement, joy—a wild, overwhelming happiness slammed into him, leaving him slightly dizzy.

Every past moment with Olivia Young flashed through his mind.

[Whose kid is it?]

[The dog’s.]

[Baby, don’t learn from your mom—she's got double standards.]

[You could learn from you, Dad. You’re her dad, after all.]

[The baby’s dad is handsome, fit, and skilled. Trust me, my child will never be ugly.]

[Frederick Fairfax, your kid keeps me up all night!]

[Your kid’s so much trouble—husband, you'd better not let me down~]

So Olivia Young had always known he was the one that night.

She knew all along he was the father!

She was so sly, twisting words half-true, half-false right in front of him.

And he’d never realized?!

Frederick Fairfax stared at the test results, and gritted his teeth, growling under his breath, "Olivia Young, just you wait!!!"