Olivia Young was still at home in confinement after childbirth.
Frederick Fairfax was insistent: the boy should be called Feng Yu.
“Feng Yu? Sounds just like ‘plump’ or ‘wind and rain’—absolutely not!”
Cradling her days-old baby, Olivia Young protested, “Do you want your son to grow up to be a CEO and get made fun of? What kind of name is that?”
Sometimes, she truly couldn’t follow Frederick Fairfax’s bizarre train of thought.
It was just… so odd.
“Then what name will show how unwavering our love is?”
“Who says it’s unwavering? Feelings can turn in a heartbeat.”
His fingertip landed on her lips. “No nonsense.”
If she dared to stray, he’d lock her up at home, nowhere to go.
“You’re the one talking nonsense! How can you name our son Feng Yu? He’s not plump at all. He’s the son, not the mom!”
Meanwhile, the little bundle snoozed sweetly in his mother’s arms, utterly oblivious to the dispute about his name.
Olivia Young was about to blow a fuse.
And being in postpartum confinement, she wasn’t supposed to get angry.
“Not Feng Yu, then. Yu Feng?”
Olivia Young had half a mind to kick Frederick Fairfax out the door. Was this really how a father should act?
She put in so much thought when naming their daughter. Yet when he named their son, all he came up with was ‘Feng Yu’ or ‘Yu Feng’.
“Our daughter’s name was so carefully chosen, and you’re being so half-hearted about your son’s. When he grows up, I won’t even be able to explain it,” Olivia Young sighed as she gently patted her baby boy. He’d just arrived and already triggered his mother’s sympathy.
Poor thing.
“Honey, then you name him.”
He was handing it to her again!
But she was in confinement; extreme brainwork wasn’t exactly advised.
Yet in order to spare her son from a lifetime of teasing as he strove to be a CEO, Olivia Young picked up the dictionary in search of inspiration.
The dictionary was hopelessly difficult.
She flipped through poetry instead.
“Feng… Langjuxu?” (Langjuxu was the legendary site where the Han emperor drove off the Xiongnu—hardly a cute name for a kid.)
“Feng… Ya.”
Too artsy. (The term means ‘to affect a refined air’—not the vibe she wanted.)
Sweeping the oceans and cleansing the universe; remaking heaven and earth.
“How about Fiona Fairfax?”
“Perfect! Brilliant! ‘Yu’ sounds almost like your name,” Frederick Fairfax declared, scooping up his son. “Little Yu, when you grow up, protect your big sister, alright? No need to protect your mom—Dad’s got that covered.”
“You, though, are responsible for earning money to support your mom, dad, your sister, and both sets of grandparents. It’s a big responsibility, so enjoy yourself while you’re small. It gets harder to play when you’re grown.”
Olivia Young pressed a palm to her forehead. He’s only a few days old, Frederick Fairfax—don’t go scaring the baby.
“Mom~”
Little Yana came running in, drawing in hand. “Mom!”
“Dad!”
She tipped her head up. “Is my little brother awake yet?”
Frederick Fairfax squatted down to show her. “Not yet.”
With a chubby finger, Yana poked her baby brother’s cheek. “He’s so tiny~”
“You were tiny when you were born, too.”
“Dad, I’m a big girl now—I’m a big sister!” she announced, holding up her drawing. “Look, it’s our family.”
Her parents had agreed to never discourage their kids.
So two-year-old Yana’s artwork… well. There were arms and hands, faces, noses and mouths—the fact that it was vaguely human was already a feat.
“Wow, this is incredible! Let’s show Mom.”
Yana clambered onto the bed with her little legs. “Mom~”
Olivia Young looked at the drawing, shot a glare at Frederick Fairfax—if he couldn’t handle the explanation, he always passed it to her.
Being stuck indoors on maternity leave was boring anyway, so she played along with her daughter, patiently asking who was who in the drawing.
After a while, Yana tucked herself into her mother’s arms and fell asleep.
She’d seen how hard it was on her mom taking care of a newborn—up at all hours, every night.
One kid lay next to Olivia Young, one nestled in Frederick Fairfax’s arms.
The couple shared a smile.
“We can’t handle any more. If we had another, we’d be swamped,” Frederick Fairfax whispered.
“We could manage. Besides, the little brother is here to help his sister,” Olivia Young replied, brushing Yana’s hair. “He’ll be her loyal little helper.”
Frederick Fairfax shuddered, remembering the ordeals of pregnancy. No way!
Even if someone begged him for ten more kids, he’d never agree.
“Honey, maybe I should get a vasectomy.”
“Frederick Fairfax, I was the one who got pregnant. All you did was have sympathy cravings. Look at all the baby weight I have now, and you’re still as dashing as ever, rock-hard abs and all…” Olivia Young’s gaze wandered. “Speaking of abs—come here and let me feel them.”
Frederick Fairfax: “...”
“I’ve barely worked out… not enough, so they’re not at their best.”
“Then do some squats holding your son.”
What a loving wife.
Sure enough, Frederick Fairfax obediently did several squats with their son in his arms.
Just as he was about to proudly show off his abs, the baby woke up—and wailed.
The crying woke Yana, too.
Olivia Young nursed their son while Yana watched in fascination.
“Go on!”
“Let’s head out, sweetie. Dad will play with you.”
Frederick Fairfax swept his daughter into his arms. “Nothing to see here.”
But Yana kept staring, head swiveling left and right, determined to catch every detail.
“You did it too when you were little. Nothing special about it,” Frederick Fairfax said, shutting the door behind him.
“Dad?”
Dad what? What was she asking? Kids say the strangest things.
Frederick Fairfax deftly changed the subject. “Let’s go play downstairs.”
Their bedroom secrets were not for children’s ears.
By the time Evan turned two, Olivia Young sent him off to preschool.
He was in the same school as his sister, though a different class.
With both kids in school, Olivia Young and Frederick Fairfax were finally, truly free.
She even had time to visit the set.
This time, Frederick Fairfax was shooting a period drama. On set, he wore a tattered, moon-white robe, fake blood smeared across his face, hair a wild mess, his eyes full of mournful longing—it made Olivia Young’s heart skip a beat.
Oh!
The dopamine was off the charts.
Her husband was just too handsome.
She practically drooled.
“Hey, sis-in-law’s here!”
“Welcome, sis-in-law!”
Olivia Young beamed, “I’ve rented you all a bubble tea stand and a braised duck neck snack truck—take a break and enjoy!”
Hearing her sweet voice, the crew stared. So, this was what Teacher Feng was called in private: ‘Charlie.’
Charlie~ Charlie~
Someone mimicked Olivia Young’s tone.
A fierce glare from Frederick Fairfax instantly silenced the teasing smiles.
“You don’t need to join them,” she whispered, “I’ve got special snacks for you in the RV.”
She took him by the hand, drew the curtains, and closed the RV door.
Frederick Fairfax lounged back, coffee in hand, eyes quietly fixed on her.
Sometimes Olivia Young’s reactions were so telling; when she’d claimed it wasn’t love at first sight or lust at first glance, she’d been lying.
Sure enough, her little butt landed right in his lap.
“Smooch.”
“Olivia Young, you’re stealing kisses!”
She whipped off his loose white belt, which still had specks of fake blood.
The belt slipped over his eyes, while a flurry of warm kisses rained down his cheek.
“So… do you like me kissing you?”
“Love it!”
Frederick Fairfax pulled her in by the waist. “Whatever my wife wants to do to me, I love it.”
“You know, your wrecked look right now is turning me on.”
“Your turn-ons are pretty weird, babe!”
“Haven’t you heard? A man’s tears are a woman’s aphrodisiac!”
“I’ve heard.”
He drew her into his arms, brushing her forehead with his lips. “From now on, I’ll play any role you want.”
“Mm!”
As for playing the wicked supporting character—she was done with that!
She was going to live happy, free, and true to herself.