"Sis, why did you change your clothes?"

"You look amazing! My sister is just so beautiful—she’s really raising my standards. Will I ever be able to find a wife now?"

Quentin Young’s lips were pouted sky-high, the corners of his eyes all red, and he stared at Olivia Young with puppy-dog eyes.

"Of course you will! You’re so handsome, you’ll have plenty of girls chasing after you." Olivia Young reached out and ruffled his soft hair. "Go on, go get your picture taken with everyone."

"You’re the best, Sis!"

Instantly revived, Quentin Young squeezed past the staff, flopped down beside the adorable little bun. "Baby, let’s take a picture together with Uncle!"

In this family, whoever talked to the little bun would instantly switch to a squeaky, cutesy voice by default.

Olivia Young looked on with fondness at the adorable pair—her precious daughter and her dashing younger brother.

"They’re so cute."

Frederick Fairfax stood right beside her. "My daughter’s the cutest, though."

"Yes, yes, your daughter’s the absolute cutest!"

"Wife."

Drawing her aside, Frederick Fairfax said, "Let’s take a photo together—I want to post it on my Moments.* You should post one too."

*('Moments' is like the Chinese Facebook or Instagram feed.)

Well, she supposed it was time.

Otherwise, who knew what drama the Plot God might throw at her next.

Frederick Fairfax switched to the front camera, their faces filling the screen. He leaned in—then closer—and pressed his lips to Olivia Young’s cheek just as the shutter clicked.

Olivia Young stared at the resulting shot. It was clearly a burst of photos, but Frederick Fairfax’s expression in every frame was nothing but pure enjoyment as he kissed her.

There was a sweet vibe to it—mostly because the picture was a bit blurred.

Olivia Young gave in with a sigh. "It’s good. Go ahead and post it."

"No way! We need a retake."

"Oh, don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to."

He just wanted another kiss.

Round two—he was even bolder, trying to turn Olivia Young’s face for a direct kiss on the lips.

Olivia Young tried her best to resist, but ultimately, Frederick Fairfax got his way.

Pointing sternly at his forehead, she warned, "No posting kissing-on-the-lips photos."

"Then can I keep them for myself?"

"Fine."

Frederick Fairfax changed his Moments background to one of the stunning shots the professional photographer had just taken of Olivia Young, then posted their couple photo.

[Frederick Fairfax: Happy New Year! ღ( ´･ᴗ･` ) Sending good vibes!]

The comments poured in immediately:

[It was nice until just now—suddenly not so nice!]

[Happy New Year—except to you two!]

[Whoa, whoa, whoa—showing off the PDA, huh?]

[Bro, Sis-in-law, let’s have a get-together for New Year’s!]

[What’s gotten into you? That’s so out of character!]

[My precious grandson and granddaughter-in-law—a match made in heaven. Grow old together, blessings blessings!]

Not enough.

Frederick Fairfax posted again—a family photo of the three of them, with their little one’s face covered by a flower sticker for privacy. Caption: Sweet as honey, family of three.

He was honestly delighted for all of those lurking 'white knights' back in Beijing to spy on his feed and see just how happy Olivia Young was now.

But then… wait. Wouldn’t that let all of them see his Lily?

He didn’t want anyone else looking at her. He wanted to keep Lily all to himself.

Frederick Fairfax was shocked at his own possessiveness—he’d never thought he was that kind of guy.

This wasn’t right.

It didn’t make sense.

Was he really that kind of man?

Staring at the flood of comments piling up by the minute, Frederick Fairfax felt an urge to make those two Moments posts visible to himself only.

His wife’s stunning profile and flawless shots—letting everyone ogle her felt like too much.

Was last night just reverse psychology?

A sudden wail from the little bun snapped him back to reality.

Looking over, he saw Olivia Young in a striking red dress, holding their milk-scented baby in her arms, perched on the end of the bed and smiling radiantly at the camera.

Wait, something’s off.

Why was Quentin Young sitting beside them?

What was he doing?

That was his spot next to them!

They looked like a little family of three—it was all wrong.

Frederick Fairfax strode over, but the photographer had already snapped a photo.

"Wife, let me in on the shot with you guys."

Quentin Young didn’t budge—he was still sulking.

He still couldn’t accept that Yana’s biological father was Frederick Fairfax. Worst of all, he’d only found out last.

The man in front of him was the one who’d vanished after a one-night stand, almost leaving Big Sis a single mom.

How lucky could he get!

A pointed glance from Olivia Young finally nudged Quentin Young into standing up—reluctant though he was to give up his spot at his sister’s side.

The photographer got to work, and Quentin Young started snapping on his phone as well.

But only of his sister and the baby. He pointedly left the man at her side out of shot. If he did catch him in the frame, he’d just crop him out later and save himself the headache.

Before long, the family members who’d gone out returned, and they gathered for more big group photos.

The photo session took up the whole morning before finally wrapping up.

After lunch, Olivia Young and Frederick Fairfax retreated to their room for a nap.

Frederick Fairfax embraced her from behind, warm lips brushing the nape of her neck. "Lily~"

"That tickles~"

"I think your brother’s way too much of a sis-con. He needs to start dating."

He shouldn’t spend all his energy on his big sis and niece.

If she weren’t cursed to be the story’s "evil supporting character," she would let her brother do whatever he wanted—there were no rules tying him down.

But for now...

Spinning in his arms, her red skirt skimming the black dress pants, she wrapped her arms around his waist. "You could introduce him to someone—a foreign princess, a president’s daughter, an heiress, or even the well-born daughter of some influential politician here. Let’s see if he can land them, eh?"

Did he hear that right?

"Your family’s got big ambitions! Planning to go into politics?"

"No, it’s just—my brother’s naïve and sweet. He needs someone from a powerful family to look after him." Olivia Young planted a kiss on his cheek. "You know more people than I do. See if there’s anyone suitable."

In the original plot, Quentin Young was crippled by Grace Gordon’s revenge because of her. Then their family went bankrupt, and she jumped off a building. Her brother ended up alone and miserable.

With the Plot God acting up again, Olivia Young was worried about her brother.

"What strengths does your brother have?"

"He’s a caring person."

"Well… I guess that counts." Marrying a princess might still be a stretch.

Frederick Fairfax felt like he needed to calm down.

Olivia Young, soft as cotton candy, came close and kissed him again. "Since you brought up setting him up, you’ll have to find someone for him. With your connections, I believe you can do it."

"I’m sure I could, the real question is: would anyone actually want him?"

"He’s not so bad! Handsome, smart, caring, great with kids. He’s better at babysitting than you, and he hasn’t even been a dad yet."

Not that you could blame him for that—Quentin Young always rushed to help with the baby.

"We’ve got the division of labor down. He handles the little one, I handle loving you." With that, Frederick Fairfax scooped her up, cradling her in his arms. "And spending time with you."

Ah, maternity leave was just that dull—staying home all day, eating, sleeping, and feeding the baby. When the older one's happy, it's time to pacify the little one.

Olivia Young landed softly on the bed and Frederick Fairfax leaned in close. "But we can’t just look at the girl’s qualifications—your brother's opinion matters, too."

"Okay. You can find a chance to talk to him. Thank you for going through all this, hubby."

"Wife, I’ll need some compensation for my efforts…"

"How much do you want?"

They were married, after all. Who talked money? This was about love.

"Do I look like a man who's strapped for cash?" Frederick Fairfax nipped her lip lightly. "Hmm?"