Holly Winslow tilted her head and looked at them. "You pervs."

Serena Shaw took a bite of her steamed bun. "Holly, that’s not right. How is that perverted? It’s just human nature."

Holly Winslow decided not to engage with them on this topic. She buried her head in her book and continued studying. "English is calling to me."

Simone Quincy and the others chatted for a little while longer before they all started studying.

After a bit, Serena Shaw suddenly asked, "Holly, are you going to the Finance Department’s social today?"

Holly Winslow didn’t know about it, and she hadn’t heard anything from Mortimer Quincy. "Probably not."

"Why not? Is your boyfriend not going?" Serena Shaw asked, confused.

Holly Winslow shook her head. "I haven’t heard anything about it."

"Huh?" Serena Shaw hesitated, then pulled her stool closer to Holly. "It’s actually a mixer."

Seeing Serena staring at her like something fishy was going on, Holly Winslow didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She didn’t actually think Mortimer Quincy would hide a mixer from her.

’Ahem, that guy has been so frustrated lately. Between school and work, the time they had together was drastically reduced. They had originally planned to move out together, but that was put on hold because their schedules were too packed.’

"Don’t worry. Even if I cheated, my man never would."

Serena Shaw: "..."

She picked up a water cup from the table and pointed it at Holly Winslow like a microphone. "Holly, may I interview you?"

"Your man has off-the-charts good looks and off-the-charts intelligence. Who gave you the courage to be so sure of him?"

Holly Winslow: "..."

She said wryly, "Would Jasmine Langley do?"

The dorm room was silent for a few seconds, then erupted in laughter.

"HAHAHAHA."

"I’m dying of laughter."

Just then, Mortimer Quincy called. Holly Winslow got up and went out to the balcony. "Hello."

"There’s a dinner tonight, a seafood buffet. Didn’t you say you wanted to eat hairy crabs a couple of days ago?" Mortimer Quincy twirled the pen in his hand.

Holly Winslow’s eyes lit up. "Really? Isn’t it a mixer for you guys?"

Hearing those last few words, Mortimer Quincy frowned slightly. "A mixer? I had no idea."

He paused for a moment. "But it doesn’t matter. Bringing my wife to a mixer is perfectly appropriate."

Getting a table at the seafood buffet wasn’t easy, especially on a Friday.

Holly Winslow couldn’t help but smile. "I think it’s perfectly appropriate too."

Her three roommates watched for a moment before simultaneously looking away. Serena Shaw said, "If I don’t find a top-student boyfriend soon, I think I’m going to die on the spot."

"Nathan Chaney is waiting for you," Autumn Underwood said with a mischievous grin.

Serena Shaw shook her head. "A good horse doesn’t go back to old pastures. I’m completely over him."

"I’ve decided. Once I pass the CET-6, I’m going to find a boyfriend."

Simone Quincy asked curiously, "You could find one now, too, right?"

Serena Shaw’s reply was shocking: "No. If I haven’t passed the CET-6, I don’t deserve to be in a relationship."

Simone Quincy and Autumn Underwood: "..."

After their afternoon classes ended, Holly Winslow went with Mortimer Quincy to wait for the bus at the school gate. The bus stop was filled with people from Class One of the Finance Department, all heading to the mixer.

Seeing the couple, they couldn’t help but glance over from time to time. The boy wore a black short-sleeved shirt, the girl a white one. They were ordinary clothes, but they looked very good on the pair.

Most of the girls felt more and more envious the longer they looked, a sour feeling growing inside them. How had the top student and campus heartthrob of their Finance Department been snatched away by a girl from the Math Department?

Holly Winslow glanced at the crowd, then back at Mortimer Quincy. She gestured for him to lean down. When he did, she said, "Hubby, you’re the most handsome."

Mortimer Quincy raised an eyebrow in satisfaction and kissed her right there in public. "Wifey is the most beautiful."

...

The seafood buffet was already packed with people.

Class One of the Finance Department and Class Three of the Foreign Languages Department took up a total of eight tables, with students from both classes mixed together.

Holly Winslow and Mortimer Quincy found a random spot to sit, and then the two of them went to get food.

Seeing her piling shrimp onto her plate, Mortimer Quincy said in a low voice, "Eat what you have first, then get more."

Holly Winslow huffed, grabbed a few more shrimp, and lifted her chin. "I’m going to get my money’s worth."

In Mortimer Quincy’s mind, that statement had zero credibility.

Holly Winslow said this every time, but she always had leftovers, and in the end, she’d make him eat everything under the pretext of not wasting food.

He was helpless but fond, yet he said wryly, "If you can’t finish it, I’ll just have to leave my wifey here as collateral." 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Holly Winslow: "..."

’Today is another one of those "I want to ditch my husband" days.’

She became a little more "restrained" in her food selection.

Pretty much everyone at a buffet shares the same mentality of wanting to get their money’s worth and believing they can finish it all, so they grab a lot of food, only to find they can’t possibly eat it all in the end.

The buffet charged a twenty-yuan "wastage fee" for leftovers exceeding 20 grams.

Holly Winslow’s table had at least half a pound left over. Everyone was struggling to finish their food. Mortimer Quincy ate all of Holly’s leftovers.

One girl still had a lot of food in front of her. She gave some to the guys sitting on either side of her, and finally got up to give some to Holly Winslow and Mortimer Quincy.

Seeing Mortimer Quincy’s brow furrow, Holly Winslow knew his germaphobia was acting up. Before she could say anything, he put down his chopsticks, clearly done eating.

The girl paused for a second, then said with a sweet smile, "Scholar Quincy, can you help me eat some of this? I can’t finish it."

She had a very sweet-looking face, the type most guys would fall for.

But Mortimer Quincy was only interested in Holly Winslow’s face and no one else’s. He coolly retorted, "Are you my girlfriend?"

The girl froze again.

Holly Winslow lowered her head, trying to stifle a laugh. After a few seconds, she also put down her chopsticks and said with a polite apology, "I can’t eat anymore."

She really couldn’t eat anymore; she’d had too much fruit earlier.

A guy at the same table felt the atmosphere had gotten too stiff and tried to smooth things over. "If you can’t finish it, don’t worry about it. Let’s just split the fee."

Another girl didn’t want to pay the money—after all, twenty yuan could buy two milk teas. She said, "Come on, everyone, let’s just force it down. It’s only a few more bites for each of us."

Since she said that, no one else objected and they all prepared to force themselves to eat more.

Mortimer Quincy seemed not to have heard. Even if he had, he wouldn’t "pay the price" for a mistake that wasn’t Holly Winslow’s. He turned to Holly and said, "There’s a movie theater upstairs. Want to go see a movie?"

"Okay." Holly Winslow wasn’t afraid of what they might think of her.

The two of them left the buffet restaurant under everyone’s gaze.

In the end, their table had to pay an extra one hundred yuan. Only the girl and the guy who spoke up split the cost; no one else chipped in.

And just like that, a trivial matter like this became a hot topic on the school’s online forum.

The story was more or less accurate, but it was told with a certain "innocent victim" spin, painting Mortimer Quincy and Holly Winslow as cold and heartless.

When his roommate Xavier Jennings saw the post, he showed it to Mortimer Quincy. Mortimer glanced at it once and looked away. "Boring."

Xavier Jennings: "..."

’He’s not even getting angry over something like this?’

When Holly Winslow saw it, she paid it no mind either. She was already used to this kind of thing.

Compared to the rumors about her cheating, this was child’s play.

The couple’s indifference only made the forum post gain more traction. People even started tagging the "heartless couple."

For a while, the negative comments piled up.

Before long, however, the nasty comments were deleted. The school forcibly removed them and even singled a few people out to make an example of them.

It was seriously affecting the school’s image.

Xavier Jennings clicked his tongue twice. "Top students really are different. The other day, I missed the trash can when I threw something away, and someone put me on the forum’s hot search. I didn’t see the school taking that down for me."

Howard Gardner shook his head in disagreement. "Wrong. It’s not that top students are different, it’s that some people are just a different breed."

Xavier Jennings: "..."

He cursed, "Get lost."