She’d been so magnanimous, yet Frederick Fairfax still managed to nitpick. No wonder—this was the same guy who picked out the fish bones for her at lunch. His unreasonable behavior truly matched that of a professional fishbone picker.

"Is that so?" Frederick Fairfax didn’t think he was being unreasonable at all.

"Honey, you and the baby be good and wait at home for me. I’m going to straighten a few people out."

"Okay~"

Frederick Fairfax made to leave, then turned back, "You really don’t care?"

Olivia Young's gaze stayed glued to her screen. "What if I did care? It’s not like I can go out."

Right now, her health was paramount—she couldn’t risk catching a chill. It was freezing out.

He had to admit, she had a point.

With that, Frederick Fairfax left.

An hour later, Frederick Fairfax slipped unobtrusively into the private suite.

He’d had no idea what to expect, but even so, he was taken aback. The room was packed—with faces he recognized from their group chat. The moment he stepped in, he caught someone singing, "Who else can a broken heart love..."

Let them love whoever they wanted, as long as it wasn’t his wife.

The singer was someone Frederick Fairfax recognized—a high school classmate of Olivia Young. No prizes for guessing: another guy who had a crush on her. Damn! Rivals everywhere.

"Bro, bro..."

"Bro, what brings you here?"

Leonard Holmes, clearly drunk, sat on the floor with his back to the sofa. "Guys, this is the man who married our school beauty. I’m his blood cousin! They've been married ages, but he still won’t let me meet my sister-in-law. Hiding her away—I don’t even know if she’s doing well…"

All eyes in the room turned to Frederick Fairfax.

If anything, he wasn’t intimidated—in fact, he arched a cocky brow and smiled, "Your sister-in-law is fine, we’re all fine. The reason you haven’t gotten to meet her is because she cares about her looks. Wait until the baby’s 100-day celebration—you’ll see her then."

Leonard Holmes sniffled, "We have to wait until then? Can I just go home with you tonight?"

"In your dreams!"

Frederick Fairfax shut him down decisively, then began scanning the room.

His eyes quickly landed on Zachary Shaw, sitting quietly in the corner.

"President Feng, long time no see. How’s your wife?"

"President Feng, out so late instead of with your wife—come, have a drink. Raising a kid is no easy feat."

"President Feng, is it a boy or a girl?"

"President Feng, you’ve been off filming for months while Ms. Yu’s been pregnant and all alone. Are you two not getting along, or do you just not like her? If so, better to just get a divorce."

He couldn’t take it anymore.

Frederick Fairfax threw a punch. "You’re asking for it!"

The man staggered back, shaking his head. "Hit a nerve, did I? Truth is, she’s too good for you. You barely spend any time with her. It's one thing on a typical day, but she’s carrying your child—and you leave her all by herself! That entertainment company is yours, and you’re the producer—why choose now to be away while she’s pregnant?"

"He's right!"

"President Feng, you can’t let her down—Lily is our goddess!"

"Back then it was Grace Gordon I was jealous of, now it’s you, Frederick Fairfax—you’d better treat her well!"

"Poor Lily—studied abroad for five years, came back just to get married, and now her husband’s off shooting movies the whole time she’s pregnant!"

The room was in chaos.

A cacophony of men’s voices battered Frederick Fairfax’s ears. His head was buzzing.

He elbowed his way over to Zachary Shaw, his gaze dark and chilly. "Care to explain, President Zhou?"

Before Zachary Shaw could speak, the same group surrounded Frederick Fairfax again, their eyes practically glowing green with jealousy.

Frederick Fairfax shrugged off his jacket and flexed his wrists. "What? Want to take me all at once?"

"President Feng, that’s not it! We just wanted to see if she’s happy."

"It’s been ages since she’s shown her face, and after that rumor today, we’re a bit worried."

"The whole thing’s weird. Lily and Grace Gordon grew up together—if they'd gotten together, at least we’d understand, but how did you pop out of nowhere, Frederick Fairfax?"

Some were Olivia Young's classmates, some in her year, some a year older or younger—but all former alumni, all with clouded rose-tinted glasses when it came to her.

"Grace Gordon is ancient history. Now, I’m Olivia Young's husband—we’re legally married, and we have a beautiful daughter together. We’re definitely not starring on some Divorce Show." With an icy stare, Frederick Fairfax looked Zachary Shaw dead in the eye.

"You’re going on a divorce show?"

"Frederick Fairfax, are you crazy—forcing Lily onto a divorce show? That’s nuts!"

"I don’t approve!"

Frederick Fairfax sighed—just how much had these guys had to drink? "It was this Young Master Zhou who signed us up," he said, pointing at Zachary Shaw.

"Zachary Shaw! Not bad—scheming to break them up like this."

"You really think if you split them up, you’ll have a chance? Dream on!"

The chaos flared up again.

Frederick Fairfax pressed his hands to his ears. He shouldn’t have shown up tonight. These guys were all out of their minds.

"Come with me."

Zachary Shaw, who’d been silent all this time, picked up his jacket and followed Frederick Fairfax out of the room.

They found an empty private suite. At last, some peace.

"You barely said a word back there. Care to explain?" Having just been ganged up on, Frederick Fairfax was still seething.

"Honestly, I don’t even know. I’m still trying to process it myself. It’s like something in my head was telling me to break the two of you up!" Zachary Shaw looked genuinely unsettled.

"They?" Frederick Fairfax glanced meaningfully in the direction of the room they’d just left.

"Unique method you have—signing us up for a Divorce Show. Made me fight with Lily over it. Zachary Shaw, did I forget to warn you about this?" Frederick Fairfax clenched his fists.

Zachary Shaw ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "I have no idea! I even wished Lily all the happiness in the world before!" Lately, he’d just been acting weird.

"Honestly, I’m really sick of all of you calling her ‘Lily’ like you’re so close. What gives you the right? Are you that close to her?" Frederick Fairfax fumed.

He stood up suddenly, pacing the room and taking deep breaths. "That whole crowd in there—calling her Lily, accusing me of not taking care of her—they know nothing! I’m doing perfectly fine by her."

"Are you sure?" Zachary Shaw's calm question left Frederick Fairfax speechless.

Truth was, he’d been out filming the entire time Xiyue was pregnant, seldom at home. He really hadn’t been there for her. He owed her. He hadn’t accompanied her through her pregnancy. All the more reason for him to be there during her postpartum recovery.

What was he even doing here tonight? Right now, he should be freshly showered, cuddled up in bed with his wife.

"Judging by that face, even you know you’re in the wrong. Seems they were right—you don’t love Lily as much as we thought." Zachary Shaw laughed at himself. "I don’t get it—how did you win her heart? Life really is unfair."

"You’re all just sulking because you think Lily isn’t happy with me. But you’re wrong—she’s totally into me, fell for me at first sight. Stop lumping her in with Grace Gordon—they were just neighbors, nothing more!"

With that, Frederick Fairfax made a cool exit.

Now he knew exactly what he needed to do. As he opened the door, he found a few more faces standing on either side, eyes shining with anticipation and curiosity.