Chapter 228: Chapter 238: Regarding Marriage, She Only Has the Right to Be Informed

Holly Winslow: "..."

’Mortimer Quincy was the one with a say in this matter,’ she thought. ’I only had the right to be informed.’

She thought for a moment, then sat up straight and looked the interviewer directly in the eye. "Sir, if I were a man, would you still be asking this kind of question?"

The interviewer was clearly taken aback. The unspoken answer was obviously no.

Because after a man gets married, he doesn’t have to give birth or take maternity leave.

Certain societal prejudices were extremely unfair to women. As a woman, you had to work much harder than a man to get the results you wanted.

She hadn’t planned on working here anyway; she just wanted more interview experience. She stood up apologetically, gave a slight bow, and walked right out of the interview room.

Mortimer Quincy, who was sitting on the sofa, saw her come out. He looked her over, noticing she seemed a little upset.

When she walked over, he stroked her head. "It’s okay. It’s their loss."

Holly Winslow shot him a sidelong glance, then couldn’t help but laugh a second later. She linked her arm with his. "The interviewer asked for my thoughts on not getting married within five years of graduation."

"I asked him: ’If I were a man, would you still ask me that?’ He didn’t say anything after that."

"So now they’re not discriminating against my education, but my gender. Looks like I’ll have to pay for a sex change."

She blinked and suddenly held out her hand to Mortimer Quincy. "Quincy the Moneybags, give me the money. I’m going to get a sex change."

Hearing the first part of her sentence, Mortimer Quincy was still thinking about how to comfort her—maybe take her out for a nice meal or buy her a bag. But when he heard the second half, he froze for a second before bursting into laughter.

’My wife really is adorable,’ he thought.

’Even thinking about a sex change.’

He raised an eyebrow, leaned in, and whispered near her ear, "What? You planning on marrying a wife?"

Holly Winslow nodded without hesitation, cupping her cheeks with her hands and grinning. "I’d marry a gorgeous, genius wife, just like me."

She certainly was ambitious.

Mortimer Quincy raised an eyebrow again, interrupting her fantasy with a roguish tone. "Honey, even if you were a man, you’d still be my man."

He paused, his voice dropping to a low, suggestive whisper. "You can’t escape getting topped."

Holly Winslow: "..."

’Quincy the Beast!’

’He wouldn’t even spare a guy.’

She bared her teeth at him, threatening fiercely, "If I were a guy, we’d see who’s topping who! Don’t you come crying and begging for mercy!"

"Begging for mercy?"

The corners of Mortimer Quincy’s long, narrow eyes crinkled. He seemed very interested in this "begging for mercy." "How would I cry and beg for mercy?"

"While we’re... you know?"

Holly Winslow: "..."

’In your dreams.’

"When my fists are landing on you, don’t you cry then."

"Oh." Mortimer Quincy gave a faint shrug, looking completely unfazed. Then he added, "Tonight, you’d better not be the one begging for mercy."

...

After staying for four or five days, Brooke Jarvis saw that Holly Winslow was doing fine and packed her things to leave. Before she left, she placed three thousand yuan on the table.

Wyatt Winslow stayed for one more day before he too left, transferring five thousand yuan to Holly Winslow’s bank card before he went.

Their household funds increased by eight thousand yuan. Holly Winslow deposited five thousand into their "child-rearing" card.

That day, her interview results came out. Unsurprisingly, she didn’t get the offer.

That weekend, Mortimer Quincy started his internship.

Being an intern meant more work, more overtime, and less pay. For several weekends in a row, he didn’t get home until midnight.

Since she had a lot of early morning classes that month, Holly Winslow didn’t go home, so her roommates thought she had gotten into a fight with her genius boyfriend.

Another weekend came, and Holly Winslow was still staying at the dorm.

Autumn Underwood woke up and saw Holly Winslow at her desk, watching a lecture with headphones on. She peeked over the railing of her bunk bed. "Holly, Holly."

Holly Winslow heard her, took off her headphones, and looked up. "Hmm?"

Autumn Sawyer asked, "Holly, did you two have a fight recently?"

Serena Shaw and Simone Quincy, who had been reading, both looked over, clearly curious to know the answer.

Caught off guard by the question, Holly Winslow hadn’t processed it yet and instinctively asked, "Who?"

Serena Shaw, who was next to her, chimed in, "Your boyfriend."

’Boyfriend?’

’Mortimer Quincy?’

Holly Winslow was baffled. Her first reaction was to wonder how that rascal Mortimer Quincy could possibly fight with her.

She subconsciously assumed someone had started a rumor on the school forums. "No. Are there new rumors on the forums saying we broke up?"

There were countless rumor-mongering posts on the forums, and the most common one was about them breaking up. The last time, she had just politely greeted a male classmate, but someone took a picture and claimed she was cheating.

There were also rumors about Mortimer Quincy cheating, and those were a bit more extravagant, claiming he was seeing three girls from the Foreign Languages department, three from Finance, two from Computer Science, and two from Mathematics.

She had even teased Scholar Quincy about having "centipede legs."

For that, "Mr. Centipede Legs" had to "educate" her.

Seeing that she didn’t get it, Simone Quincy got to the "main point." "Why haven’t you two been staying out together these past few weeks? Your ’aunt’ can’t be visiting for months, can she?" she said, winking mischievously.

Holly Winslow: "..."

She coughed awkwardly and explained, "He has to work overtime."

Autumn Underwood let out a knowing "Ohhh" and smiled. "I was wondering why the sudden change in ’behavior.’"

The "behavior" she was referring to was clearly suggestive.

Holly Winslow: "..."

"Autumn, how are things going with that guy from Class Three? Any progress?"

Autumn Underwood got embarrassed and retreated behind her bed curtain. "Ahem, it’s going okay."

Serena Shaw tutted enviously. "When will it be my turn?"

Then she remembered something and looked at Holly Winslow with a grin. "Holly, that guy from the hot pot dinner wasn’t bad. The one with short hair, wearing black."

It took Holly Winslow a moment to realize she was talking about Pantheon. She shook her head, indicating it was a no-go. "He’s dating my cousin."

Then she added as an explanation, "He’s had a crush on her since high school."

Serena Shaw wore an expression of having missed out on another good catch. She quickly grew curious. "Holly, where did you guys go to high school? How does it keep producing all these genius couples?"

Getting into a place like Branton University isn’t easy, after all.

"You wouldn’t know it even if I told you. It’s in a small county, a school called Jarton High."

Holly Winslow smiled. Seeing they were interested, she elaborated a bit more. "Our class was the best one in the entire grade. Basically, everyone scored high enough to get into a top-tier university, so it wasn’t surprising that we had a lot of genius couples."

Autumn Underwood recalled something. "I missed getting into the top class in my grade by just one point. I was so mad I almost considered repeating the year. But I held it in, and in the end, I graduated first in my entire school on the college entrance exams."

Speaking of which, Serena Shaw got particularly worked up. She lamented, "I was always first in my grade, but then a new guy transferred in during our senior year. He beat me by exactly one point every single time."

"Once would have been fine, but it was *every* time. I suspected he was doing it on purpose, but I had no proof. I was so angry back then I wanted to stab him with my pen."

She burst out laughing as she recounted the high school story. "He used to sit behind me, right? Well, one time, I got so fed up that I hid his test paper outside on the balcony. I was planning to give it back to him later, but the wind blew it away."

"Later, our dean of students found it. He very thoughtfully reminded us all to keep our papers safe so the wind wouldn’t blow them away."

Holly Winslow and the other two couldn’t help but laugh out loud. "Serena, you’re something else," Holly said.

Then a thought struck her, and she asked mischievously, "Don’t tell me it was our department’s own genius, Nathan Chaney?"

She had heard Serena Shaw complain about him several times.

Nathan Chaney was very popular—a gentle, fair-skinned guy.

Serena Shaw: "..."

She admitted reluctantly, "It was him."