Chapter 222: Chapter 232: I’ll Blow Your Head Off if You Rush
Again
Holly Winslow handed the card back to him. With a cute, haughty expression, she brandished her own card. "I don’t need your paycheck. I have my own. It might not be as much as yours, but it’s enough for
to live on."
"I’m a modern, independent woman. I earn my own money and spend it how I like."
Mortir Quincy raised an eyebrow, and a single question from him was enough to bring her back down to reality. "Enough for handbags?"
He liked buying watches. She liked buying handbags.
These two hobbies were their household’s biggest expenses. Mortir Quincy’s salary was more than enough for his watches, but hers wasn’t enough for her handbags. She often had to dip into his salary account to buy one.
The ask-for-forgiveness-not-permission kind.
Holly Winslow: "..."
She rubbed the tip of her nose. "I’ll just buy a cheaper one."
That’s what she said, but she stuffed both cards into her pocket anyway before changing the subject. "Quincy the Puppy, I’m off to my tutoring session. You should get to ’moving bricks’ too!"
Seeing her about to bolt, Mortir Quincy reached out and hooked her hat. "First, I have to move this ’big brick’ of a wife. Otherwise, you’ll get upset and start crying, making a scene, and tattling."
"And when Mom and Dad get here, I’ll be the one getting an earful."
Holly Winslow laughed and let out a "Tch!" then said smugly, "I’m Mom and Dad’s biological daughter. You were adopted."
...
Holly Winslow left for her tutoring session with the Hollis family, and Mortir Quincy went to work. The construction project was nearing its end, which ant a heavier workload.
Both of their course loads had increased this sester. On top of that, they were both "working," so they hadn’t been back ho to visit their parents in a month.
This wasn’t the first ti. The two were used to keeping themselves busy, calling or texting each other whenever they had a free mont.
At first, Mortir Quincy was the busier one, but later it was Holly Winslow. She had to help with club activities, attend school events to earn academic credits, and on top of that, she had her tutoring job. She was running all over the place every day.
It was almost as hectic as teaching a class of high school seniors preparing for their college entrance exams.
The construction site where Mortir Quincy worked was almost finished, so his job was pretty much over. Because their wages had been delayed from before the New Year, he received three months of pay at once—nine thousand yuan, plus a five-hundred-yuan bonus.
He had learned about as much as he could on the construction site. His next plan was to find an internship at a finance company, but he was only a freshman, after all. Good grades didn’t an much at this stage.
He had already applied to dozens of companies online but hadn’t heard back from any of them.
He wasn’t in a hurry, though. He just kept sending out his resu.
「That afternoon.」
Zeke Zane ca to his dorm room and saw him on his computer, sending out resus. "Looking for an internship so early?"
Mortir Quincy grunted in acknowledgnt, then looked at him coolly. "What’s up?"
Zeke Zane: "..."
He couldn’t help but complain, "Mortir Quincy, I swear, you get a girlfriend and suddenly you forget all your friends. Can’t I just co hang out?"
Mortir Quincy lifted his hand, revealing the ring on his finger, as if to correct the word "girlfriend."
Zeke Zane: "..."
’Fuck!’
’So what if you’re engaged? Get married if you’ve got the guts.’
"I’m treating you guys to dinner tonight. Lansheng Hot Pot."
Mortir Quincy nodded to show he understood.
Zeke Zane then went to Pantheon’s dorm. Pantheon was playing a video ga, but his laptop was also playing a lecture video on the side. Whenever he heard an important point, he’d jot down a note.
Zeke Zane: "..."
"You’re a nace. Paul Powell will seriously take a bus over here just to beat you up."
Pantheon chuckled. "I call this ’rational ti managent’."
"You think you’re Mortir Quincy?" Zeke Zane’s words were a knife to the heart, a sharp reminder that he was no born genius.
Pantheon: "..."
Just then, his character was taken out with a headshot.
Ga over.
He shot Zeke Zane an irritated glare. "We’re done."
Zeke Zane paid him no mind. "I’m treating you to dinner tonight. You can bring a plus-one."
Pantheon felt like he’d been stabbed again. "Get the hell out of my face."
...
After sending out a few more resus, Mortir Quincy glanced at the ti. It was almost five. He called to "make an appointnt" with his wife for dinner.
You could tell just how much longing he felt from his use of the word "appointnt."
His wife hung up on him. She was probably still teaching. He put his phone down sheepishly.
’Ahem. I’m probably going to get an earful for that later.’
About ten minutes later, Holly Winslow called back. She whispered fiercely into the phone, "Stop rushing ! I’ll be back when I’m done. Rush
again and I’ll bash your head in."
That man just couldn’t be left idle. The mont he had free ti, he started pestering her.
He was a repeat offender.
Amused by his "savage" wife, Mortir Quincy, the man with no status at ho, said spinelessly, "Darling, I’ll co pick you up."
"You don’t have to. I might be late tonight. I haven’t finished going over the test papers yet."
Holly Winslow demurred, then asked with concern, "Are you at the dorm?"
"If you’re tired, take a nap. I’ll buy groceries on my way back and cook. What do you want to eat? How about pork ribs?"
"We’re not eating in tonight. Zeke Zane is treating us to dinner for his birthday."
Mortir Quincy got up and walked to the balcony, leaning against the railing. "Darling, call
when you’re done. I’ll co get you."
"I’ll take you for so barbecue."
"Okay."
Holly Winslow thought for a mont. "Buy a cake, the sa kind as before, and get him a gift, too."
"I’ll reimburse you for it."
Mortir Quincy raised an eyebrow. "I only accept physical reimbursent."
Holly Winslow’s face flushed, and she hung up the phone.
...
Mortir Quincy was never seen without his girlfriend, so when he showed up alone, Pantheon didn’t miss the chance to tease him. "Mortir Quincy, where’s your girlfriend? Why didn’t she co?"
Mortir Quincy shot him a cool glance. After setting down the cake, he took off his jacket and draped it over a chair before replying nonchalantly, "Where’s your girlfriend?"
A critical hit.
Pantheon: "..."
He pounded his chest, feeling like he couldn’t breathe.
Zeke Zane laughed unsympathetically. "Forrest, you deserve that. It’s been years, you really think you can turn the tables on him?"
Then he asked Mortir Quincy, "Holly couldn’t make it?"
"She’s tutoring. She’ll be here later." Mortir Quincy handed him a box.
Pantheon was curious about the gift. Mortir Quincy usually just gave a red envelope with cash, so this was a little unusual. "What’d you get him?"
Zeke Zane refused to satisfy his curiosity. "None of your business, anyway."
Just then, Mortir Quincy unexpectedly chid in, "Yeah. A single guy would have no use for it."
The single guy, Pantheon: "..."
’My mind went to the gutter.’
’But Zeke Zane has known Mortir Quincy for years. He definitely wouldn’t give him sothing that... private.’
’Mortir Quincy is the aloof and proper type.’
If Holly Winslow knew what he was thinking, she’d probably tell him his judgnt was failing him in his old age.
If that rascal was proper, then no one in the world was improper.
A little while later, Anna Willow arrived. Not seeing Holly Winslow, she asked, "Where’s my Holly?"
Zeke Zane poured her a cup of hot water and explained, "She’s tutoring."
Anna Willow said, "Oh. I’ll call Holly and see how much longer she’ll be."
Since it was just the few of them for dinner, it wasn’t a big deal.
Mortir Quincy glanced at Anna Willow’s smiling face and could just imagine how gentle his wife was being on the other end of the line.
’He was jealous.’
’Jealousy required kisses, hugs, and being lifted up high.’
Anna Willow hung up, beaming. "Let’s wait a bit. Holly’s taking a cab over now."
No one had any objections, since none of them had class that evening.
Ten or so minutes later, Holly Winslow arrived with a large tote bag slung over her shoulder. She naturally sat down next to Mortir Quincy and said apologetically, "Why didn’t you guys start eating?"
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