Chapter 56: Lily Is Taking the Baby Back to Her Parents’ House
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Frederick Fairfax didn’t sleep a wink all night, and red veins crept into his eyes.
But the moment Ian Hope saw him downstairs, he could tell the boss was in an excellent mood.
No need to ask for the results of the paternity test—it had to be his biological child.
My god!
What a cosmic coincidence. How could things line up so perfectly in real life? The woman the boss had a fling with overseas had turned out to be the Young family’s eldest daughter—the very one predicted by a fortune teller. And now, she was the boss’s wife.
Unbelievable. Absolutely unbelievable. Ian Hope almost wondered if reality itself had become a scripted novel.
“Good morning, Boss!” Ian Hope called out, cheerful.
“Morning!”
From the look of it, the boss was in an amazing mood today. Ian Hope quietly messaged the work group: Boss is in a good mood today. You know what to do!
All the little things people were hesitant to report? Today was the day to get them in.
Half an hour later, the two of them got into the car. Frederick Fairfax couldn’t help himself once they sat down—his need to share was overwhelming. “Yana is my child. Mine!”
“Congratulations, Boss! Congratulations on your beautiful daughter!”
Since he hadn’t slept all night, Frederick Fairfax nodded off in the car and only woke up when they arrived at the office. Now that’s what you call an internal clock!
He handled a few short meetings and returned to his office, where stacks of documents were piling up. After going through a few, his face soured.
Frederick Fairfax pushed the paperwork aside with a scowl. Instead, he opened a drawer and took out a small, transparent bag lined with fine pink strands of faux hair.
Heh. Olivia Young~ How long before you admit it to my face?
That night, Frederick Fairfax came home carrying a mysteriously wrapped box. He went straight upstairs. Olivia Young was sprawled on the bed, watching dramas. She glanced over at him from the corner of her eye. “What did you buy?”
“A gift for you.”
Another present? Why? Because of this morning? She really didn’t want to think about it.
That night with Yana—she hadn’t turned on the lights, yet she could tell certain… attributes were quite impressive. She hadn’t seen them before, but this morning she’d looked, and touched, and…
Olivia Young shot him a glare, “Don’t think you can bribe me. I won’t help you with anything until I’m done with my postpartum confinement. If you’re in heat, go sleep somewhere else.”
It’s not like Lakeview Villa lacked guest rooms. He could sleep wherever he wanted.
“Olivia Young, you perv. Your mind is just full of inappropriate things.”
Olivia Young: ??? Who’s the real perv here! Raring to go first thing in the morning! So infuriating! She ignored Frederick Fairfax.
Frederick Fairfax opened the box and took out a pink wig.
“Wife, since you liked my pink hair so much, I bought you a wig too. Want to try it on?”
He leaned in, coaxing, “Try it, okay? My wife’s so gorgeous—she can rock any hair color.”
Why pink? Not silver? Frederick Fairfax, you’re being weird. Is he testing her? Is that really necessary? If he dares to ask, she dares to smack him. She’d already had his child—no point in hiding anything now.
“Do you really have to mess with me during my confinement?” Olivia Young lounged back, relaxed. “Hmm?”
“No.” Frederick Fairfax stuffed the wig back into the box. “You can wear it later.”
Olivia Young wasn’t about to fall for it. Her refrain of “during my confinement” left Frederick Fairfax speechless. He’d have plenty of time to coax the truth from her after her confinement was over—no need to rush now. Besides, even if he succeeded now, he couldn’t do anything with her anyway—just torturous.
He thought he could peacefully wait out her confinement before seeking answers from Olivia Young, but he didn’t expect to end up trending on social media instead.
#The Entertainment World Has Another Celebrity Child!#
Rumor had it that a top-tier actor’s wife had already been pregnant when they married. She also had a very close childhood friend—everyone in Beijing assumed they were a couple. The actor was now suspected of raising someone else’s child!
They might as well have written Frederick Fairfax’s name right on the screen.
[Frederick Fairfax? No way—he’s way too sharp to get fooled like that!] [Clickbait! Don’t spread rumors—our sister-in-law is gorgeous!] [Poor guy. Is this what happens in the wealthy elite? Arranged marriage plus a pregnant wife? Shameless!] [What’s so special about that woman? Childhood friend gets her pregnant, then Frederick Fairfax raises the kid? The world’s lost its mind.] [Frederick Fairfax raising someone else’s kid? Hilarious! There’s no way—that can’t be true! Fake, fake, fake! Waiting for a response from him.]
“Bunch of idiots!”
“Damn it!”
If he hadn’t gotten the paternity test, even Frederick Fairfax might’ve believed the gossip—the stories were so detailed. But Olivia Young wasn’t even in the country then! And Grace Gordon hadn’t been abroad either! How could they possibly have a child? What is this, remote conception? Test tube baby?
“Find out who’s spreading this garbage news!” Frederick Fairfax was furious, ready to smash something.
He picked up a photo of Olivia Young and the baby, then put it down. Then he picked up a cup Olivia Young had used; she’d left it behind, and Frederick Fairfax now quietly brought it to work to use himself. Drinking from his wife’s cup made the water sweeter.
Couldn’t smash that either.
Next was a flower arrangement Olivia Young made while bored at home during her confinement. She’d kept it for two days before the nanny tried to throw it out, but Frederick Fairfax had Ian Hope bring it to the office instead.
Definitely couldn’t smash that, either!
He had no outlet. Frederick Fairfax grabbed his phone and posted to Weibo: It’s mine! Biologically! To all the rumor mongers: Feng Corp’s legal team is waiting for you, rain or shine.
He was this close to posting the paternity test report itself.
Just as he finished posting, a text came in.
[Hello Mr. Feng, this is the ‘Goodbye, My Love!’ reality show team. We’ve received your and your wife's application. Please come to the second-floor conference room at XX TV station for an interview on the 15th.]
“Are these people nuts?”
“Who signed me up for a divorce show? When did I ever want a divorce? How do I not know about this?!”
“Ian Hope—”
Ian Hope placed the green tea on his desk. “Boss, calm down. I’ll look into it right away!”
He hurried out, but stopped at the door and hurried back in.
Frederick Fairfax drank his tea, but still fumed.
Ian Hope asked tentatively, “Boss, do you think, uh, maybe Madam signed up for the divorce show?”
Frederick Fairfax scowled, tracing the rim of his cup. “No way. Why would she do that? We’ve been doing great lately. Don’t say nonsense.”
“I spoke out of turn,” Ian Hope said, slinking away again.
Frederick Fairfax stared at his phone. This had to be a scam, right? Like those texts from ‘Qin Shi Huang’ (the First Emperor of China) asking for money to restore the empire—total nonsense. He wasn’t falling for it.
Fake.
He’d barely set down his cup when his phone rang again. It was a video call from Olivia Young.
He took a few seconds to calm down his anger before answering. On-screen, Olivia Young reclined on the bed, baby in her arms—a picture-perfect scene. Why would he ever want a divorce?
“Frederick Fairfax, I just got a message—you signed us up for a Divorce Show?”
Olivia Young got the message too? So it wasn’t a scam?
“If you want a divorce, just say so to me directly. Is it really necessary to air our dirty laundry online? You’re already famous enough—I don’t care for the spotlight. I’m not going on a divorce show. But I’ll join you at the civil affairs office if you insist!”
She hung up right after saying her piece.
Frederick Fairfax: ???
His phone rang again.
“Frederick Fairfax, what did you do? Lily’s threatening to take the baby back to her parents’ place!”
“You brat, get yourself home immediately!”
Grandfather’s bark was fierce and energetic—nothing like a man nearing seventy.
Crap! Which moron signed them up for a Divorce Show?