Reborn with My Genius Husband

Chapter 309 - 319: Haven’t You Had Enough of the Daily Live-Action Version?

Everyone: "..."

They all looked over at Holly Winslow. Chase Hawkins said, "Shouldn’t our sister-in-law be treating us to a meal?"

Holly Winslow nodded generously. "Deal. I’ll treat you with Mortimer Quincy’s allowance."

At that, the whole group burst out laughing.

After saying a word to the girl at the counter, Boris Owens led them out to eat.

The group chattered away about what they’d been up to lately. Their impending graduation didn’t seem to cause them any distress, a testament to their underlying confidence.

Holly Winslow took a sip of orange juice, then looked at Mortimer Quincy and whispered, "Honey, this is so nice."

’This life is so good.’

’I’ve worked hard to keep up.’

’In my past life, even though no one made a big deal about my education, I always felt a sense of inadequacy whenever I attended these gatherings with Mortimer Quincy’s classmates.’

’Mortimer Quincy was so obviously outstanding, while I was just... average.’

’Besides my father, Wyatt Winslow, who probably thought Mortimer wasn’t good enough for me, everyone else likely thought I wasn’t good enough for him.’

Mortimer Quincy understood what she meant. He leaned in close. "Having you for a wife is the best." Without another thought for the others present, he gave her a quick kiss.

Boris Owens saw this and cringed. "I’m telling you, Mortimer, we’re all adults here. Can you two not be so disgustingly lovey-dovey?"

He’d been saying that since high school. He was tired of saying it, but those two across from him never seemed to get tired of it.

"And you know we’re adults," Mortimer Quincy retorted without a hint of embarrassment, reaching out to place a piece of meat in Holly Winslow’s bowl.

Pantheon chuckled. "What do you know? The happy couple is getting ready to have kids."

Hearing this, Holly Winslow, who had just put the meat in her mouth, started choking. "COUGH, COUGH, COUGH."

The group let out a collective "Oooooh~," their eyes darting between the two, as if waiting for them to comment.

Mortimer Quincy ignored their teasing and said calmly, "We’ll let you know when it happens. Just remember to bring gifts."

Chase Hawkins shivered, then suddenly cried out, "Ouch!" He clutched the side of his face dramatically. "My tooth hurts."

Boris Owens laughed so hard his glass fell to the floor. Then he picked up a piece of meat with his chopsticks and offered it to Chase Hawkins, saying mischievously, "Here, let me treat that for you. It’ll stop the pain."

A look of utter disgust crossed Chase Hawkins’s face. "Get that thing away from me," he said, repulsed. "I’m gonna puke."

Paul Powell interjected, "Seeing you two like this, why don’t you just get together?"

Pantheon started chanting, "Get together, get together! Woooo!"

Boris Owens gave a smile that didn’t reach his eyes and turned to Luna Lynch and Cynthia Owens. "Ladies, back in the dorms, these guys used to read porn mags. The ones with the S-curves."

Paul Powell and Pantheon: "..."

Holly Winslow couldn’t help but stifle a laugh. She turned to Mortimer Quincy, her eyes asking if he’d read them too.

Mortimer Quincy raised an eyebrow, not wanting to discuss such matters in public. When he didn’t answer, Holly Winslow let out a knowing "hmmph" and leaned in even closer.

Just when Mortimer Quincy thought she was about to ask how he could look at such things, she put on a mischievous, leering expression and whispered, "Let me see them, too."

Mortimer Quincy: "..."

He broke into an amused smile. He couldn’t help it. He gently tapped her on the head. "Isn’t watching the live-action version every day enough for you?"

Holly Winslow: "..."

She shot him a glare, then sat up straight and went back to eating.

...

Holly Winslow ate until she was stuffed. She leaned against Mortimer Quincy’s shoulder, playing on her phone while listening to the guys chat.

Seeing this, Pantheon glanced at Cynthia Owens, then patted his own shoulder. "Quinn, right here."

Cynthia Owens was reluctant, but seeing the expectant look on his face, she leaned against his shoulder and whispered, "You’re so childish."

Pantheon took her hand and chuckled softly.

Zeke Zane rolled his eyes dramatically, then pulled out his phone to text his girlfriend. When he didn’t get a reply after a moment, he just sent her a red packet.

The red packet was accepted instantly.

He: "..."

Anna Willow: I’m busy. Talk later. Thanks for the milk tea money.

He: Have you eaten?

Anna Willow: Not yet, busy with problem sets. The professor is a psycho.

He: I ordered you some takeout. Keep an eye out for the delivery call.

Paul Powell was holding Luna Lynch’s hand while she dealt with company business on her phone.

Chase Hawkins and Boris Owens were passionately debating which industries had been the most lucrative in recent years.

Real estate was number one.

Chase Hawkins said, "There’s an old residential complex over by the South Roundabout. Redeveloping it would be a gold mine."

"There’s a school, a bus stop, and the county’s biggest produce market all within a hundred meters."

Chase Hawkins added, "But it hasn’t been torn down for all these years, so the government probably has its own plans for it."

"The whole of Jarton County knows about that," Paul Powell agreed.

Holly Winslow looked at Mortimer Quincy. ’In any case, the Quincy Family eventually acquired that whole area.’

’The project cost tens of millions, but in the end, the profits tripled the initial investment.’

’Back then, I was terrified of getting mugged every time I went out.’

’Mortimer Quincy had said I had a vivid imagination, but he still insisted on taking me to and from work every single day, rain or shine.’

The group stayed until three or four in the afternoon before everyone went their separate ways. On the way home, Mortimer Quincy said to Holly Winslow, "Honey, I want to mobilize our family’s assets."

When he brought up money, it was clearly no small sum. Holly Winslow immediately thought of the land deal they had just discussed and understood. She went inside and came back with two bank cards and the deeds to several properties. "I’ll ask Dad to lend us some money later. I’ve got tens of thousands on my card. I’ll transfer it over to this one in a bit."

Mortimer Quincy shook his head. "No need. This is enough to get started. If I need more, I’ll get a loan from the bank."

He looked at Holly Winslow seriously. "Honey, are you afraid of going into debt?"

He was a top student, not a god. There were many things he couldn’t be certain of; all he could do was give it his absolute best.

Holly Winslow beamed and patted him on the arm. "I’m not afraid. If worse comes to worst, I’ll support you."

Mortimer Quincy wrapped his arm around her waist. "Honey, I promise you, in a few years, all this money will come back."

"Whether it comes back or not isn’t important."

Holly Winslow planted a smacking kiss on his cheek and added, "All I know is, I’d be happy even if I were just picking up trash with my husband."

Mortimer Quincy chuckled. "Well then, do you want to go ’pick up trash’ with me right now?"

"Yes," Holly Winslow said.

The two of them went out shopping, bought a couple of clothing items, and then a pair of shoes each for Wyatt Winslow, Brooke Jarvis, and Andre Quincy.

From that day on, Mortimer Quincy became incredibly busy. He would come home every day smelling of alcohol. Holly Winslow was busy too, as the school had assigned her an additional class.

Afraid of disturbing Wyatt Winslow, the two of them moved into their own home.

They were both coming home late, but Mortimer Quincy was usually later than Holly Winslow. By the time he got back, she was almost always asleep.

He often slept on the sofa in the living room so he wouldn’t disturb her.

One morning, Holly Winslow woke up and again found a blanket on the sofa. ’He came home last night.’

She glanced at the dinner she’d left for him in the kitchen. It was untouched.

"You silly husband," she muttered to herself. "I hope you get a stomachache. It’d serve you right."

She glanced at the time. She still had about forty minutes before class. Grabbing her bag, she left the apartment, bought some congee and steamed buns from a street vendor, and hailed a taxi to the South Roundabout.

When she was almost there, she called Mortimer Quincy and told him to come outside and get something.

Mortimer Quincy saw Holly Winslow handing him breakfast through the taxi window. He pressed his lips together. "You don’t have to bring this next time. I know I need to eat."

Holly Winslow beamed. "As long as you remember to, that’s all that matters."

She glanced at the driver in the front seat, then leaned against the open window and whispered, "Keep it up, honey. You can do it."