Chapter 232: Chapter 242: It Started When You Said He Looked Good
Carl Quincy and the others left after dinner. As was their custom, they all gave Holly Winslow red envelopes before they went.
Holly Winslow tried to refuse, but Mortir Quincy’s aunt ended up tearing her pocket in the process.
Once the car was far away, she showed it to Mortir Quincy, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Quincy the Moneybags swept out a long arm and declared magnanimously, "Go shopping. Go buy a hundred or so new outfits just to hold red envelopes."
Holly Winslow burst out laughing. "In that case, you might as well just buy
a burlap sack. I could go to your family’s house during the holidays to collect them, and I probably wouldn’t even need to work anymore."
That was no exaggeration. New Year’s at the Quincy ho was like receiving a year-end bonus, and the amounts grew every year. Brooke Jarvis and Andre Quincy, in particular, would just give her bank cards directly.
She hadn’t known how much was on them at first. It was only later, when Mortir Quincy was short on funds to open his law firm, that she started checking the balances. She was shocked to find they each held one or two hundred thousand yuan. It was more than enough capital to start the firm, with a good amount left over.
Mortir Quincy couldn’t help but double over with laughter. Then, still smiling, he corrected her. "It’s *our* house."
He then added, "Alright, I’ll buy you a burlap sack for red envelopes later. Then all we’ll have to do is stay ho and make babies."
Holly Winslow’s smile froze for a mont. She then kicked him lightly and muttered, "Quincy the Puppy, you’re shaless." With that, she turned and walked toward the campus.
Watching her skirt flutter with each step, revealing half of her calves, Mortir Quincy suddenly realized it was a bit short. He frowned, strode after her, and took off his blue and white plaid shirt to tie around her waist.
Holly Winslow was completely baffled. If her period hadn’t just ended a few days ago, she would’ve thought she’d leaked. "What’s wrong?"
"It’s too short. I’m taking you clothes shopping this afternoon," Mortir Quincy said flatly.
Holly Winslow: "..."
’Any longer and I could walk a red carpet in it.’
She shot him a sidelong glance. "Then you might as well buy
a red carpet while you’re at it."
Mortir Quincy: "..."
Unfazed, he raised an eyebrow. "How many tens of thousands of ters would you like?"
Holly Winslow: "..."
...
That afternoon, Serena Shaw was running the won’s 400-ter dash, and Holly Winslow went with her two friends to cheer her on. Holly happened to see Nathan Chaney there as well. She nudged Simone Quincy and Autumn Underwood beside her, motioning for them to look.
Nathan Chaney hadn’t been there the day before, nor had he shown up that morning. But now that Serena Shaw was about to race, here he was. It was too perfect to be a coincidence.
Simone Quincy and Autumn Underwood exchanged knowing glances.
Autumn Underwood started gossiping in a low voice, "I think Nathan Chaney has a thing for Serena. The last ti Serena and I were at a study session, there were tons of empty seats, but he sat right down next to her. Serena shot him such a disdainful look." She couldn’t help but laugh at the mory.
Holly Winslow glanced over at Nathan Chaney again and offered a simple assessnt. "Actually, Nathan is pretty good-looking, and he’s smart..."
"Ahem."
Simone Quincy suddenly saw sothing and shot Holly a aningful look. Holly didn’t catch on and continued, puzzled, "Am I wrong? I think he’s really quite handso."
Autumn Underwood blinked frantically. "Holly," she said, pointing behind her.
Holly Winslow turned to look, startled. She instinctively took a step to the side. "When did you get here?"
The young man’s eyes were narrowed, his gaze deep and tinged with jealousy. "Ever since you said he was ’pretty good-looking’."
Holly Winslow: "..."
’Quincy the Vinegar Vat has officially co online.’
She tried to explain, "He is good-looking, but..." ’...it has nothing to do with .’
Before she could finish her sentence, Mortir Quincy cut her off, his face dark. "Good-looking? Is he better-looking than ?"
Holly Winslow: "..."
Simone Quincy and Autumn Underwood couldn’t hold it in any longer, ducking their heads as they laughed.
’Holly Winslow’s boyfriend is adorable when he’s jealous.’
Holly Winslow quickly grabbed Quincy the Vinegar Vat’s hand and pulled him away. Once they were in a less crowded area, she said, "Quincy the Puppy, you’re getting jealous over nothing. I was saying I think Nathan Chaney... ahem, that he probably likes Serena. I was just talking it over with them. A simple discussion."
Seeing he was still upset, she played her trump card, whispering, "He’s nowhere near as handso as you."
Mortir Quincy’s expression brightened considerably. "Seems my wife hasn’t gone blind yet," he said softly.
Holly Winslow: "..."
"Why are you here? Didn’t you have to go to work?"
"I had to go ho to get so docunts," Mortir Quincy said.
Holly Winslow said, "Oh," then took a set of keys from her bag and handed them to him. "The docunts are in the second drawer of the desk. I put them all in there. Call
if you can’t find them."
Mortir Quincy, that man, was far from perfect. At least when it ca to organizing, he was no match for Holly Winslow. She had always been the one to tidy up the study.
Mortir Quincy nodded. "The sports et has one more day. Co ho tonight. I’ll buy so clams to stir-fry."
"I can buy them. You’ll probably be back late," Holly Winslow said, brushing her loose hair back. She was starting to feel warm.
Seeing this, Mortir Quincy reached out, gathered her hair, and used a hair tie from his wrist to put it up for her. "Your curls have almost fallen out. Do you want to get it perd again?"
Holly Winslow grinned at him. "I’ll go if my dear husband is paying."
"Deal," Mortir Quincy said, pinching her cheek. "You little money-grubber."
"It’s only right and proper for a wife to spend her husband’s money," Holly Winslow declared with perfect justification.
Mortir Quincy was very pleased with her statent. "Go on, then. Ask Anna Willow to go with you. I’ll pay for both of you."
...
「At the Hair Salon」
Thanks to Holly Winslow, Anna Willow got a mid-tier 288-yuan hair treatnt. She couldn’t help but marvel at the top student’s wealth. "Topic of the day: What kind of ’good’ experience is it when the class genius is also loaded?"
Holly Winslow glanced at her with a smile. "You’ll get to experience it too, soday."
In the future, Zeke Zane would beco very good at making money. Even though his family wasn’t well-off, he would buy an apartnt in B-City just two or three years after graduating.
Just the down paynt, of course.
"I hope so," Anna Willow said with a chuckle. "Hey, Holly, when are you taking the Level 4 English exam?"
Holly Winslow shifted in her chair. "Next week. How are your preparations coming along?"
Anna Willow looked completely confident. "I should be fine. Zeke Zane has been tutoring
every day."
"Every day? Out sowhere?" Holly Winslow interrogated her with a sly grin.
Anna Willow rubbed her nose and nodded. "Ahem, we rented a place. He’s the one paying for it."
"You little sneak," Holly Winslow teased, then asked, "How much is the rent?"
"800 yuan." Anna Willow winced at the expense.
"That expensive?" Holly Winslow knew Zeke Zane didn’t have much of a living allowance. She thought for a mont. "Anna, why don’t you two stay at my place? I’ll just stay with Mortir Quincy."
Anna Willow shook her head. "It’s fine, it’s only for this month. Besides, I asked my mom for an extra five hundred, so I’ll just transfer so of it to him."
As she said this, she added, "Holly, do you know soone nad Monica Lewis?"
Holly Winslow froze for a mont. ’Monica Lewis... that was Zeke Zane’s first love in her past life. But they haven’t had any contact in this life, have they?’
"I know of her. She was in the class next to ours in high school."
"That girl has been contacting Zeke Zane constantly lately. I’ve seen it a few tis," Anna Willow said, her mood souring. "She goes to our university. I t her once, and she started getting in touch with Zeke right after that."
"Zeke Zane isn’t hiding anything. He shows
their conversations every ti. It’s always her asking questions. I an, we’re in college. Doesn’t she know how to use the internet? Why does she insist on asking soone else’s boyfriend?"
Holly Winslow was surprised. "Huh? You didn’t say anything?"
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