They all went up!!

Seriously? They actually went?

"Aren’t you going?" Annabelle Winters whispered as she sipped her red wine.

"Nope!"

She thought Grace Gordon was still hung up on Olivia Young. With such a great opportunity, surely he’d want to join the group photo.

Frederick Fairfax felt numb all over.

It was bad enough having a swarm of rivals show up.

But now they were all squeezing in behind Olivia Young.

Of all the spots, the coveted one was right behind her.

"Don’t push!"

"You don’t push!"

"Scoot in toward the middle."

"I’m taller, I’ll stand behind you."

"Hey, whoever’s behind Miss Young, crouch down a bit."

"Why should I crouch? If I block you, tough luck!"

Olivia Young was equally numb with disbelief.

With so many rivals circling her, she just couldn’t fathom how in the original novel, she still lost out!

The plot was always stacked in Grace Gordon’s favor.

Wait, where was Grace Gordon?

A minute ago, he was still at the table.

Now he’d vanished without a trace.

The host took the mic, bringing some order to the chaos, and it gradually quieted down.

The photographer snapped away relentlessly, paying zero attention to whether anyone blinked or looked away.

Who’d dare direct this bunch of rich young masters?

"Can we take a few more?"

"Yu-yue, let’s get a photo together!"

"Me too! I want in!"

"Get in line, get in line!"

Frederick Fairfax glowered at the men stepping forward. "Jordan Young, Lana Wells, Ethan Shaw, Liam Lin—do you not see me standing here? I am her husband, and you’re elbowing in for photos with my wife like I don’t exist?"

"Mr. Feng, we’re all friends here. Didn’t know you were so petty—it’s just a photo, come on. Miss Young, your husband’s really not very generous."

"Yeah, it’s just a photo. She’s still your wife, and your daughter’s yours too."

"Cut the nonsense! NO photos, nobody’s allowed!" Frederick Fairfax pulled Olivia Young to him by the waist. "Look at yourselves! Anyone who didn’t know would think you’re her kept men—don’t you have any shame? Seriously, have you never heard: ‘The simps end up with nothing’?"

"We aren’t embarrassed at all. We never had her, so just let us take a photo, that’s all…"

"We took them before, too—class photo, year photo, graduation photo. And you weren’t even in the picture! Not you!"

"Exactly!"

Frederick Fairfax’s face darkened further.

Back then, the one next to Olivia Young was Grace Gordon.

Well, speak of the devil—he’d just slipped off somewhere nearby.

So Grace Gordon had actually appeared in the group shot just now.

He was definitely going to have the photographer edit Grace Gordon out!

"Here’s an idea—we all take one together," Olivia Young tilted her head, flashing a sweet smile at Frederick Fairfax. "Hubby, is that okay?"

Soothing Frederick Fairfax only took one sweet “hubby” from Olivia Young, and he was instantly appeased.

"Fine."

He tried to act aloof, agreeing like he was doing them all a huge favor.

With that cool, cocky poker face of his.

Everyone crowded around Olivia Young, standing by her side or just behind.

Holding their little girl, Frederick Fairfax had Olivia Young on his left—and nobody at all on his right!

He thought of how, out in public, fans would line up for photos with him—he was super popular!

But here, out of sight, everyone else was grinning ear to ear.

And at the start, there were only four others—they’d multiplied behind his back.

Frederick Fairfax looked so defeated.

Finally, the never-ending group photos were over, but some folks still tried to make small talk with Olivia Young.

Frederick Fairfax quietly squeezed their daughter’s little hand.

At once, their baby wailed, letting out a series of cries.

Olivia Young hurried to her daughter. "Let’s chat next time. The baby’s fussy."

Only then did Frederick Fairfax sweep Olivia Young away.

Heh.

Nice try, but no way were they beating him.

He had a daughter—they didn’t.

He’d won his wife’s love at first sight—the rest had been classmates, alumni, yet never captured her heart.

"Sweetie, why are you crying all the time?

Are you hungry?

Need a change?

Frederick Fairfax, does she smell?"

In the elevator, Olivia Young’s full attention was on the baby.

"Olivia Young, why do so many people like you?"

He refused to check for dirty diapers—he was still sulking.

"Because I’m just as amazing as you, hubby!"

See? That quick wit—she really knew how to sweet-talk him!

With just that, Frederick Fairfax’s anger melted away.

"When I was abroad, I had lots of admirers too—didn’t you investigate and find out? But I didn’t like any of them, or I could’ve had a baby with someone else already."

Olivia Young poked her daughter’s chubby cheeks. "Happy hundred days, baby!"

"Olivia Young, there you go again. I won’t fall for that trick this time!"

What did she say now?

Olivia Young blinked innocently, thinking back to her words a moment ago.

Uh oh…

Busted!

"So, you only chose me to have a baby, not because you liked me? Why did you want a baby so badly, huh?" Frederick Fairfax was not about to be fooled a second time.

"Because it was lonely being overseas by myself. I just wanted someone close to keep me company. I got impulsive—if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have gone to that party, or met you," Olivia Young continued to tease him, "But what about you? What were you doing there?"

Frederick Fairfax answered, "My friend dragged me there—they wouldn’t take no for an answer."

"Which friend?"

"Amos Green, the one at the baby’s hundred-day banquet today."

A Hollywood superstar.

Even foreign celebrities knew how to party.

"If you went just because he said so, you must’ve wanted to go too."

"I went for the drinks! If you hadn’t caught my attention, I wouldn’t have spent the night with anyone. Olivia Young, you have to trust my taste—I’m not that easy! Up to now, I’ve only ever been with you…" Frederick Fairfax stammered as his ears turned red. "I just want to be close to you."

"Close, close! I’ll let you be close in a sec."

As soon as the elevator doors opened, Frederick Fairfax practically bolted out.

Olivia Young, in her heels, followed at a leisurely pace behind, watching him hurry ahead to drop their whining daughter off in their room.

The room was prepared for the nanny, with all their daughter’s things inside.

He burst back out, hair flying.

"Yu-yue!"

Anyone could see Frederick Fairfax was in high spirits now.

Olivia Young leaned against the wall, placed her right hand on his waist, lifted her chin, and kissed him.

Aren’t there people coming down the hallway?

Olivia Young squinted, distracted.

"What are you looking at?" Frederick Fairfax’s breath was ragged.

"Just checking if anyone’s coming."

"Wife, you want people to see us?"

What kind of logic was that?

Of course that’s not what she meant!

"Or do you want to do it out here?" Frederick Fairfax murmured into her shoulder, "Wifey~"

Olivia Young gently rubbed against him. "The hotel’s got security cameras—don’t get any funny ideas."

Translation: Wait until they got home.

He took the hint.

Frederick Fairfax swept Olivia Young into his arms and carried her into the room, slamming the door shut behind them.

Whatever happened inside—well, nobody could pry.

The real couple were busy being lovey-dovey inside.

Meanwhile, the fake couple, Annabelle Winters stared at Grace Gordon. "Mr. Gu, you’ve definitely had too much to drink."

"I haven’t!"

Right, right! If you say so, you’re fine.

Well, at least Grace Gordon had someone looking after him.

Annabelle Winters went to find a hotel staff member.

The staff were very polite, even if they didn’t quite understand: the whole place was reserved for the boss and all his super-rich friends—so why would any guest want a doggy bag?

But, the guest’s wishes always came first.

Annabelle Winters grabbed several to-go boxes and returned to their table. Grace Gordon was flabbergasted.

"What are you doing?"

"Packing up leftovers!"

"Pa… packing up?"