Reborn with My Geniu Chapter 85: We Will Get Married in the Future

Chapter 85: Chapter 85: We Will Get Married in the Future

Holly Winslow planned to use her husband’s money to treat Zeke Zane and the others to hot pot as a thank you for all their support lately.

Originally, it was supposed to be eight people, all boys except for her. But then Mortir Quincy had Paul Powell invite Luna Lynch, bringing the total to nine.

They didn’t have class that afternoon. Gabe Chaucer brought in two large bags of snacks to celebrate the monthly exam results and had Valerie Walsh in the front row pass them out.

Valerie Walsh was the only female student officer in the class—the discipline monitor. Gabe Chaucer had a good impression of her and would usually call on her for any tasks.

Whether it was intentional or not, Valerie Walsh ended up distributing the snacks to Mortir Quincy’s group.

Every other student got two lollipops, two packs of cookies, and two small bags of spicy strips. Mortir, however, got four lollipops, four packs of cookies, and four small bags of spicy strips.

Holly Winslow shot Mortir a death glare, looking for all the world like she’d just caught him cheating.

Mortir t her gaze. "..."

He laughed, exasperated.

He pushed all the snacks toward her and threatened in a voice only they could hear, "Darling, believe

when I say I’ll take you ho for so ’exercise’."

Holly: "..."

She huffed, ignoring him, and stuffed all the snacks into her schoolbag. It was an adorably childish gesture.

The sight made Mortir’s lips tingle with the urge to kiss her.

Pantheon and Zeke Zane weren’t fond of sweets, so they offered their lollipops to Holly. "Here, cousin, you can have these."

Mortir stared at the heart shape on the lollipops, and a wave of jealousy washed over him. He said disdainfully, "Holly only eats *my* lollipops."

Pantheon and Zeke Zane: "..."

Holly, who had been about to take them: "..."

Right after school let out, Holly got a call from Wyatt Winslow, who said he was already at the school gate.

After hanging up, she gave the money to Mortir and explained, "My dad’s here to pick

up, so I can’t go. You go with the others."

Mortir frowned instinctively, but he didn’t dare defy his father-in-law. He grunted an unwilling "Mhm," then stuffed the money back into her pocket. "Use this to buy new clothes. No short skirts or shorts. If you buy them, I’ll rip them up." He emphasized the last sentence.

Holly: "..."

Wyatt Winslow’s car was parked just beside the school gate. Mortir walked Holly to the car and politely called out, "Uncle Winslow."

Wyatt Winslow grunted in acknowledgnt. "Get in."

Ever since the incident with the Lewis Family, Wyatt Winslow hadn’t been so resistant to Mortir.

Holly explained with a cheerful smile, "Dad, he’s going to a get-together with his classmates, so he’s not coming ho right now. We can go."

Wyatt Winslow said, "Oh," and turned to grab sothing from the back seat, handing it to Holly to give to Mortir.

It was a local specialty: beef jerky.

Holly leaned out the car window and handed it to Mortir, blinking. "It’s from my dad."

"Thank you, Uncle Winslow."

After taking it, Mortir glanced at Holly’s seatbelt and said with a hint of seriousness, "Buckle up. And get your head back inside."

Holly nodded obediently and fastened her seatbelt.

Once the car with the four rings on its logo drove away, Pantheon looked incredulous and whispered gossipingly, "No way, Mortir. You guys have already t the parents?"

Mortir raised an eyebrow. "You can’t compare."

Pantheon: "..."

’That really hits a guy where it hurts.’

It was true, he couldn’t compare.

If it were him, his legs would’ve been broken.

The usually quiet Mortir suddenly spoke again. "My parents really like her."

"We’re going to the sa university."

"And we’re going to get married."

Pantheon, hit by the triple combo: "..."

FUCK!!!

He exclaid in exasperation, "Zeke, let’s just murder Mortir! I can’t take this anymore."

Zeke Zane glanced at Mortir, then said grimly to Pantheon, "You, with your personal best of 140 in math, versus Mortir, who gets a perfect score every ti. Which do you think is more likely: murder, or being murdered?"

Pantheon: "..."

Chase Hawkins, who was out of the loop, laughed loudly and added, "Murder: 0.1%. Being murdered: 99.9%. HAHAHAHA."

"What the hell do you know, you single dog," Pantheon shot him an annoyed glare.

Chase Hawkins punched him lightly. "Forrest, I’m telling you, no personal attacks. There are four or five single guys in our group. We’ll jump you."

The group of students left the school gate, joking and roughhousing.

「anwhile」

Holly told her father her monthly exam score, taking the opportunity to boost Mortir’s "good student" image. "Dad, I got a 721 this ti, isn’t that great? Hehe, the math test was a little hard. Mortir went over several similar problems with , but I still didn’t get them right."

"Mortir is so amazing. He scored 747. Perfect scores on everything except Chinese. The school even gave him a three-thousand-yuan scholarship."

She truly thought Mortir was amazing.

Hearing his daughter praise another boy, Wyatt Winslow pressed his lips together. He just grunted, "Work harder next ti."

Holly giggled and sent Mortir a text: `Honey, how are you going to reward ? I just praised you to my dad. You’re one big step closer to being the perfect son-in-law.`

Mortir had just walked into the hot pot restaurant. He chuckled when he saw the ssage and typed for a mont: `Any kind of physical reward is fine. Kisses, hugs... hmm, you can get on top of , too.`

Holly managed to keep her composure through the first part, but when the words "on top of " entered her sight, she suddenly started COUGHING.

’That guy Mortir is getting more and more audacious.’

Wyatt Winslow pulled the car over to the side. "What’s wrong?" he asked with concern.

Holly quickly turned off her phone screen and put it down, lying, "It’s nothing. Just got so dust in my mouth."

"Wait here." Wyatt Winslow got out of the car. Three or four minutes later, he returned with a bottle of mineral water for Holly.

Holly took a few sips and giggled, buttering him up. "A kid with a dad is a real treasure."

Wyatt Winslow paused for a mont, then, understanding, gave a faint smile.

...

When Mortir didn’t get a reply from his darling, he raised an eyebrow. ’She must have gotten embarrassed and angry.’

Pantheon ate a piece of crispy fried pork. "The crispy pork here is delicious. I’ve had it a few tis. You guys should try it."

Mortir tried a piece. It was indeed pretty good. He waved over a waiter. "Two orders of the crispy pork to go."

The waiter nodded. "Why don’t you wait until you’re finished eating to get it to go? The crispy pork isn’t as good when it’s cold." As he spoke, he gave Mortir a couple of extra glances.

"I’ll take it now. I’m leaving right away," Mortir said with a slight frown.

Zeke Zane looked up, confused. "You’re leaving now?"

"I’m going to take this to Holly first. I’ll be back in a bit. You guys go ahead and eat, don’t wait for ," Mortir said.

The Andor Community was only a seven or eight-minute bike ride from here.

Zeke Zane: "..."

’Why did I even ask?’

Pantheon: "..."

He held it in for a long ti before he finally couldn’t help but say, "Mortir, can you give a guy a break?"

"I can order a few more plates of crispy pork for you."

Mortir raised an eyebrow and added, "Order whatever you guys want."

Chase Hawkins and the others knew his personality, so they didn’t stand on ceremony with him or think he was trying to dine and dash.

Paul Powell didn’t think much of it. The whole class had seen how good Mortir was to Holly. He said, "Just co back quickly. You’re the main event today. We all need to have a toast together."

"Okay." Mortir nodded.